After my tubing-down-the-river-adventure (of which I am already plotting my next trip to) I spent the next three days marveling at the amount of bruises I collected on my trip, along with mystery scrapes, abrasions and a sore rear-end from sleeping on the ground. While at the beach yesterday morning with my roommate, I decided to take a picture of my leg to sort of illustrate my injuries for you. In lieu of the hand injury tally report you’ve all become SO fond of, I give you the brand new
Random Injury(s) of the Week
SO last week I was incredibly motivated to write my resume. I sat down with my notebook, my pen, my stacks of information from career services and a guide on “how to write a winning resume”. I had a cup of coffee in my hand, snacks in my left and I started….I got just about all of the basic information down, and I got to that point with the resume that I had to start writing out my “objectives” and things like that. Now, my objective, as with anyone else writing a half assed resume, is to get a job.
If I had my way my objective would say this:
“To find a half way decent job in a good location that I don’t have to commute more than 15 minutes to because commuting and I don’t get along. I would prefer that I get paid somewhere hovering above poverty level and with benefits to include vision. I would also prefer that my coworkers not be too chichi because I’ll probably not get along with them and talk smack. Casual attire preferred, bonus if I can show up in my pajamas.”
What my objective (thus far) REALLY says is this:
“to obtain and entry-level bench jeweler position working with sterling silver, karat gold and platinum”
Really. I don’t know how to sell myself like this on paper. I feel cheap presenting my objective in such a blehhhhhh blehbleh manner. It doesn’t FEEL me. I don’t feel it. It feels generic and uninteresting. So again, if anyone has advice, email me. Because I have no idea what to say. Bigkinz@hotmail.com
And yes this is the first time in my life I’ve written a resume.
And yes this is the first time in my life I’ve written a resume.
So after that objectives debacle, I plunked away at the rest until I at least had something I could email to the career services lady for review. So I did that, I got it emailed and you know what, she emailed me back with like two generic questions about my “resume” (I use that term lightly right now) and suggested that I email it back to her after I “revise” it. *blank stare* I suppose I was under the impression that they were going to help me out more then this.
Let me be honest: I’m looking, I think, for someone else to write this thing.
So I’ve been dragging my feet in regards to putting this thing together, but being broke is a great motivator, so I’ll be working on it more today.
Moving on, I spent the rest of the week just relaxing, and working my crappy part time jobs. Which was nice. But I still find myself popping out of bed relatively early sans alarm and occasionally freaking out because I think I m late for school. I’m working through that.
This past weekend I went to the San Diego Pride Parade. I headed out Friday after work and went to my one of my friends place where I promptly had a drink or three and played Cranium until 2:30 in the morning on their porch. We wound up post-game at a taco shack where I spent 15 minutes in a half drunken state marveling at the size of my chicken taco, which had like, the entire chicken stuffed into it. Delicious. I spent Friday night at a friends and woke up thirteen times I swear. Saturday, fueled on three cups of coffee and two cumulative hours of sleep, we headed out to the salon where my friend works AND just so happens to have salon parking AND is a block and a half from the parade route… so I got to park my truck with no problems. In the bed of the truck we thrifty parade goers had a cooler full of beer complete with solo cups (no containers at the parade). We proceeded to pop a few open, and head out to meet up with other friends. We spent the majority of the day walking around the parade and ducking into liquor stores for refills if we were too far from the truck (FYI the stores here will give you a cup to dump your drink in, complementary!). Mid afternoon and post-parade we all found ourselves guests at a VIP hair salon party complete with food and free drinks courtesy of my hair stylist and friend who’s got the hook up. Since it was a hair salon party, there just happened to be like, 300 amazing hairstyles walking around too. It was a pretty party. I spent the remainder of the evening relaxing with my friend over at one of my friends houses watching the sun set from their porch and BBQ’ing. SUNDAY, I made it to the festival and got a chance to walk around and see booths. My roommate spent a productive weekend volunteering for a women’s health tent so we spent some time hanging out with her until I convinced her to take a break and head to the beer tent with us. Where I promptly received 5 free beer tickets from a dude looking to leave. HOORAY!
This past weekend I went to the San Diego Pride Parade. I headed out Friday after work and went to my one of my friends place where I promptly had a drink or three and played Cranium until 2:30 in the morning on their porch. We wound up post-game at a taco shack where I spent 15 minutes in a half drunken state marveling at the size of my chicken taco, which had like, the entire chicken stuffed into it. Delicious. I spent Friday night at a friends and woke up thirteen times I swear. Saturday, fueled on three cups of coffee and two cumulative hours of sleep, we headed out to the salon where my friend works AND just so happens to have salon parking AND is a block and a half from the parade route… so I got to park my truck with no problems. In the bed of the truck we thrifty parade goers had a cooler full of beer complete with solo cups (no containers at the parade). We proceeded to pop a few open, and head out to meet up with other friends. We spent the majority of the day walking around the parade and ducking into liquor stores for refills if we were too far from the truck (FYI the stores here will give you a cup to dump your drink in, complementary!). Mid afternoon and post-parade we all found ourselves guests at a VIP hair salon party complete with food and free drinks courtesy of my hair stylist and friend who’s got the hook up. Since it was a hair salon party, there just happened to be like, 300 amazing hairstyles walking around too. It was a pretty party. I spent the remainder of the evening relaxing with my friend over at one of my friends houses watching the sun set from their porch and BBQ’ing. SUNDAY, I made it to the festival and got a chance to walk around and see booths. My roommate spent a productive weekend volunteering for a women’s health tent so we spent some time hanging out with her until I convinced her to take a break and head to the beer tent with us. Where I promptly received 5 free beer tickets from a dude looking to leave. HOORAY!
That’s 5 free beers people.
In any event, we spent the rest of the day there on the grass talking with everyone, enjoying music and cold beer and the atmosphere. When I went to leave the festival, my friend and I discovered that neither one of us were suitable for driving, so we left the festival, headed out into the park and sat on a blanket where we both eventually ended up napping. THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER I woke up (it was 9:20 p.m.) to a dark sky and an abandoned park…. After laughing about it for 15 minutes, we both got up refreshed and headed to our respective homes.
me and some of my friends at the hair salon party
Monday I spent in recovery grilling out with my roommate, drinking water.
Which leads me to today, where I have decide to get busy and get some things done (finally). I’m enjoying the liberties associated with down time, and I’m feeling good about where I’m potentially heading! Carry on!
Until next time my friends, be well.
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