why the fuck did i even go to college then?!?!?!

ok, so i've been actively job hunting since mid-september (when my 2 homegirls at work finally were able to crawl out of this bottomless pit of negativity and soul-sucking hopelessness). i miraculously received calls from the first 2 places i submitted my resume at.

i interviewed at holy names university in oak-town last tuesday for the position of admissions counselor. i was looking like a tough bitch in my new pin-striped suit and feel like i had a really good interview, despite the fact that i was interviewed by 4 people, 2 of them being nuns. i think it was busting out with a piece from the 'sound of music' that sealed the deal. it's been a week and a day....no call yet from frauline maria.

the other call was for an admissions and records job at diablo valley college in concord. yes, concord does suck, but it's only 20 mins from b-town and one bridge toll instead of 2. unfortunately, it wasn't for an interview. the job required me to be able to type at least 40wpm and to prove it with a certification from the county human resources office. so on wednesday i drove my happy little ass over to walnut creek and took a typing test....actually it was more like 6 typing tests. having NEVER needed to take a typing test before, i didn't realize that after calculating your words per minute the flippin' computer DEDUCTS a word for EVERY single mistake you make. EVEN IF YOU CORRECT IT!!!!! so, although i was typing my ass off and getting as high as 56wpm all my mistakes were bringing it down to as low as 26wpm. the highest score i got was 36wpm. now, before any of you call me a retard and accuse me of only using my index fingers to type, i must inform you all that i use an ergonomic keyboard at work and the keyboard i used for the test WAS NOT ergonomic. my wrists would start hurting at about the 2 minute mark. (it was a 5 minute test.) the more tests i took, the worse my score, the more frustrated i became. i walked out hating the contra costa college community college district. my friends and co-workers tried to console me saying that it may not be such a big deal. they just may need to know that you can type. despite their good thoughts, i still felt like a dumb ass. my feelings of dumb assness were finally confirmed last night when i opened a letter from the human resources dept for the colleges of contra costa that read:

Other candidates who better met the qualifications and needs of the District were asked to proceed further in the process.

are they fucking telling me that my 2 years in graduate admissions and year and a half helping fucking clueless students at HSF aren't enough to fucking work at your dumb school? are they seriously telling me, that the ONLY way to be able to perform the duties for an admissions and records job is to type fast?!?!?! no brain usage required?!?!?!?!?!

i should of just done what all the other mexicans did and major in chicano/la raza studies. at least i'd know why i was not qualified for anything.

***this post is dedicated to the university of the pacific. twas not for your $96,000 education i would not be where i am today.

it's official: i'm a bitch

ok, so there's this guy. a real nice guy. for security purposes, let's call him, hmmmm, let's see.....'milhouse'.

ok, so milhouse is this really nice guy that i've talked to on the phone a couple of times. he lives in fairfield (shudder), about to move to vallejo, and works as a carpenter. he's tall, a decent person and seems genuinely interested in me. he wants to take me to see a movie this weekend. all morning i've been thinking of a way to get out of it.

i talked to him as i was driving home last night and found myself rolling my eyes every couple of minutes. i don't know if it was what he was saying or the way he was saying it. whatever it was, my eyes were working overtime. there was many a time where he would be talking and trail off in mid sentence and NOT SAY ANYTHING ELSE. did he lose his train of thought? did he not have anything else to say? i don't know cause the uncomfortable silence forced me to change topics. luckily, i'm driving my brother's car so i didn't have my headset. traffic was slow and a cop pulled up along side me and was with me for a couple of miles so i got off the phone.

i'm evil and karma is a bitch....i have the gum on the bottom of my shoe to prove it.

everybody's doing it!

yes, it's finally happened. i've jumped on the weblog bandwagon. so, what of it?!

i have to start this thing out by saying that i'm not really a fan of blogs. to be honest, they kinda annoy the shit out of me...yet i find myself logging on to them more and more each day. WTF?, you ask. the answer is really very simple. as a matter of fact, you've already read the answer in the heading.

I HAVE NOTHING TO DO AT WORK!!

my daily workload can be finished in about an hour, if i had it all in front of me at one time. unfortunately, i don't so it happens in sporadic spurts throughout my 8 hour day. so what do i occupy the other 7 hours with?? i occupy it with the greatest invention ever made.....EVER! some of you may have heard of it. it's called the internet. for those of you that don't know, it's pretty much the best thing ever invented. some people may think that there's no way of even knowing that. those people are dumb.

so i'm online most of the day. the news is really depressing. i've pretty much looked up everything there is to look up online that is not porn related. it takes www.televisionwithoutpity.com a week after airdate to post full recaps of my favorite shows, which get read the minute they are broadcast. E! fashion police pics get updated only twice a week. IMing my homies gets cut short due to their real jobs. (jen, i'm talking to you.) what's left? the wonderful world of blogs.

so friends, here is it. i'm not promising you guys anything coherent or without spelling and grammatical errors. i'm just gonna log on whenever i'm done with "work". and whenever i feel like rocking your world....SUPERSONIC!

peace in da middle east,
mones (ms. chavez if you're nasty)