30 Seconds to Procrastinate!

"Kill off this thinking
It's starting to sink in
I'm losing control now
But without you I can finally see"(relevant only to me)

I'm still procrastinating a sec, but I'm over halfway done with Tess now. I just came to a conclusion that I wanted to record and get out, more than anything, before I forget or just dismiss it.

I miss community. Not friends. I mean, I have friends, some that I debate with, some that I sort things out with, but . . . I miss having friends to go deeper spiritually with, you know? I hate this "faith as an individual thing" thing around here. Sure, accepting a salvation is a personal choice, and no one person can make another person obedient. But I miss the corporate faith. I miss the small group corporate faith. I miss people who care. I miss caring, myself, sometimes.

All this said, I feel right now as if everyone else has either already succumbed to apathy or has moved a few aisles down and left me standing alone in my own aisle. I know they're close by, but I can't tell which direction to even look in. We can't hear each other; it's not like sonar.

I'm just frustrated. Maybe. Or maybe it's something more.

Job Hunting

Let me recap the process. I filled out an application, took a little test over math and communications skills (it's unfortunate that I prefer paper and pencil to non-graphing calculators, because it takes longer, but, as I don't have to worry about punching in the incorrect numbers . . . ), and then had a little mini-interview with the manager. He asked me back for another on the following day. That interview went decently well, although he did say he was unsure if they'd want to hire me for my desired position or another one, or both. He told me to call him back a week later, Thursday (aka yesterday) if I hadn't heard from him yet. I called right after class, but unfortunately, the lovely cell phone boosters in Mocha Joe's didn't feel up to boosting my cell signal that day, and I didn't catch everything he said. What I did gather was, that he wanted to have me talk to the general manager, who had to create next week's schedule, which wouldn't be finished until the following day (today), and that I should call back then.

Let me include in all this the fact that I was never told whether or not I was hired, or for which position, so I was downright confused, but determined to remain patient yesterday as I hung up the phone (metaphorically). I wasn't sure if I was supposed to call Brian back or the general manager, whose name got fuzzed out in MJ's.

I called back today, talked to a very confused hostess, who directed me to a very confused general manager, and, as my phone was suddenly becoming staticky again (in my house), I hastily tried to throw it on the phone charger just in case the problem was actually a low battery. In the meantime, I heard the "you're on hold" music stop, and I said hello, but to no answer, and the music started up again. The next thing I know, I heard the music stop again, and I'm still trying to get the blasted charger end into the phone as I yank the thing back up to my ear and say hello to a manager that, I believe, had already identified himself. Needless to say, I was a bit harried at this point (internally, though hopefully not externally), and the manager wasn't thrilled with my seeming scatterbrain. When I told him what I had been told by Brian, he informed me, "I am the general manager," and told me that I would have to interview with him (the G.M.) again next week, though he couldn't schedule it today because the manager I interviewed with first had not left him my paperwork and would not be working today. So he's supposed to call me back tomorrow, but he didn't sound very thrilled with my show of incompetence and seeming lack of listening skills. Gosh. We shall see how this goes.

Out of fear as much as anything, I called back to check on my applications with my next two highest choices. The host at the better of the two offered to give my application to the manager (that hadn't happened yet?!), and the second response was more impatient and short. The winds might be changing; I sure hope not. It was nice to have my eggs in the incubator, to play on the old idiom.

"Video Killed the Radio Star . . ."

Hmm, since I already have a blog on here, and I'm trying to post to the One Year Challenge blog, I'm not sure where this one will end up. But here's to trying.

This week, I helped put in a new stereo and speakers in my car (dun dun DUNNNN!!!!). A weak first weak, I know. It's weird trying new things here, since my life here is more about my parents and working to earn some money. I guess I'm not very creative, but I'm hoping to try more exciting, new things once I get back to Anderson. We shall see. :)

P.S. Oldsmobiles do not like non-factory speakers, just an fyi. My '96 Cutlass Supreme had a problem with the new, deeper stereo, and the tweeter and subwoofer cones (I stole that jargon from my brother, who had to explain to me what a "tweeter" is) in the back were previously wired separately. The new three-ways are set up differently, with the wiring from the subs to the mids, and the mids to the tweeters set up inside a single speaker. Suffice it to say, there was some confusion. We finally have our new stereo set up, though, and some random broken pieces of plastic (oops) as well. Everything seems to work smoothly now, though. Hope that random outpouring of useless information made a difference in someone's life. :D Good luck to all you guys in this next week and this year! Bless people; be blessed!