Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in daizysanshope's InsaneJournal:

Monday, May 11th, 2009
12:38 pm	I Am Jill's Rage So, it's not really news to anyone that I've been looking for a new job since I started my "new" job. I've put my resume on every job board out there; monster, career builder, pittsburghjobs.com blah blah blah. You name it; I've applied and registered to their website. It seems as though the application process is never ending. Imagine in the fashion of a Choose Your Own Adventure book: You have applied to Monster and then begin to sift through the listings to find things that are reasonably well suited to your abilities. You have found something you like! You click on the link and there is an entirely separate website you have to register with in order to apply just for that one job. You register on the website only to find the position that you want to apply for has already been filled and are then prompted to "feel free" to look at the other postings available. Nothing looks good so you leave that website and go back to the original website (Monster) and trudge on. Take that scenario and multiply it by a thousand and you've come full circle to me. I digress. So this afternoon around 1 or so I received a call from a man who said he was "VERY interested in having you come apply!" "Where did you see my resume?" I rarely let hope affect my judgment. This guy was too cheery to not be selling something. "I saw it while browsing Monster. So what do you think?" He was pitching me. "What’s the name of your company?" At this point in the story, as you can see, I am a naturally guarded person. If there is one thing that interviewing over and over again via phone, chat, email, in person and whilst participating in other activities to gauge the truthfulness of your answers (yes, there are employers that actually use this technique) it is that you should know what you're getting in to before you get in to it. "Uh," He falters for a moment, "JG something blah blah agency." I've adlibbed a bit on the actual name as I have already forgotten it. There are several types of "businesses" you should be on the alert to avoid or be wary of. They call themselves firms or agencies. They are more than likely Insurance salespeople or Temp Agencies. They go about trying to recruit you as a business, because that's all it is to them. They try to get you to sell things, or they try to sell you. Either way it's prostitution. "I'm sorry, what kind of agency was this?" I already knew the answer. "We are an employment agency, and I have a candidate in downtown Pittsburgh who is interested in your resume." "What kind of work would it be?" "It's a marketing firm, you know, the usual Administrative stuff. When can I get you in for an interview?" I could tell by the tone of his voice he was irritated and he was still trying to sell me. "I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I've already signed on with two temp agencies, and nothing has really come through there. Plus, before I even see the person who you claim is interested in me, I have to come in and interview for you, so I can take aptitude tests, and jump through hoops and you aren't even the ones hiring me." "I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time understanding. Of course you have to interview. What do these other agencies have to do with me? I can't help that they didn't come through for you. I already told you I had someone lined up for you. Are you interested or not?" He was disgruntled, and his tone suggested that I was wasting his time. He was essentially trying to bully me into coming in to interview. "Here's the thing," and I knew then that I was going to ruin his day, and I was going to enjoy it, "I have no problem with interviewing, but you're not even the one who would be hiring me. You can say all you want that you have this job lined up for me downtown, but you don’t even know me, and if we're being honest, you probably haven't even read my resume. Every temp agency dangles the carrot of possible employment in an attempt to get us to come in to "interview" with you but the fact of the matter is I can do better. And your trying to bully me into a response is unappreciated, so even if I had been interested my answer now is definitely no." I could hear him frustratedly trying to think of a come back so I wished him a good day and I hung up the phone. I would never presume that my time is more valuable than someone else's. I am every bit as busy and important as the next schmuck out there - so what really frosts my cookies, is when I am treated as though I am beneath someone. I don't believe in status, and I don't believe in scraping and bowing and ass kissing. I believe in doing my job, doing it better than the next guy, and respecting my co-workers. I feel like, if I do my job well, it shouldn't matter whose butt I kiss. It's like every company wants to be their own monarchy; The Kingdom of NHS and all who serve beneath his and her royal majesties. Quick! Someone write my book for me so I can become independently wealthy and tell the temp agencies, insurance sales people and my bosses to kiss the fattest part of my ass because I'm going to Disneyland. Not really, lines and children make me nauseated. There comes a point when a change needs to be made, and I'm wondering if I have the stones to make it. Or the wits to even know what "it" is yet. I'll wait for the epiphany, and in the meantime, I'll piss off as many temp agencies and telemarketers as I can. See ya folks. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, December 1st, 2008
1:18 am	Work, Guys I Find Hot, Poop and Kittens Oh Lord where do I even begin? Ok, well, my evil harpie of a boss quit my company so now I am bossless. She and I weren't really getting along. She screamed at me in front of the entire office for not doing something she never told me to do, that I wouldn't have known how to do in the first place. As I say, harpie. I could sit here for hours and talk about the office politics, and the crap that goes on that they think no one knows about but every one does, but I'll save that for another day. Suffice to say I am frustrated at work, because they're hiring an entirely new team, and there's only one me to go around. I can barely handle the 15 people I'm responsible for on my team, and now I have another team leader and 15 of her underlings to cater to and I just dont think I can handle it. They need to hire a Daisy part 2 quickly. We're moving our operation also. More stress. Most of the treatment team people are never in the office, so it's up to me to move all of their stuff. I think I'm basically going to tell them no. They want their stuff, they can move it themselves. Last time I checked it wasn't my job to be a nanny and pick up after everyone. Blah Blah. Speaking of cleaning up after, we had an incident on friday at work. One of the gentlemen who comes in for group and to see the doctor had a mishap in the bathroom. No one knows for sure who did it, (even though we do) but he shit all over the floor. He wasn't really aiming for the toilet though. He wasn't even close. He walked into the bathroom, said to himself, "This looks like the spot." Dropped his pants and poo'd right there next to the sink. In my earlier blog where I said that "some" of the people had mental illness that was a gross understatement. They all have mental illness. And it's weird. They present themselves as being totally normal and they seem like they're getting their lives in order, and then they fly off the handle and start throwing their poop at the orderlies, or they start talking to themselves... alot. And it just keeps escalating. One of our people had to be 302'd because he was so incredibly delusional. He believed that he was a CIA operative and that he was incredibly wealthy. He said he could watch people through his television, and not just watch but interact with them. He was having a conversation with his sister who was dead over a channel filled with static. Now, that is some crazy shit. But he was also talking to people who were still alive. Less Twilight Zone, more plain old crazy. Who knows what drives them to these episodes. Speaking of Twilight, (love the segways) I am very conflicted about this whole phenomenon of the book Twilight and the movie. On the one hand, there is so much potential for the plot of those books to be really good but they're not. It's trite, and it's simplistic. I had written the books off as drivel, but then those stupid previews for the movie came out and (damnit!)if I wasn't drawn in. The previews made me want to go out and see the movie. Awesome vampire fights and climbing trees with supernatural speed, and toothy kisses. How could that be bad? Well, it was. There was an exorbitant number of scenes where Bella and Edward just sort of stared at each other and nothing happened. It was very intense and very boring and it's completely weird that those two things should be together. The conflict is this: Everyone in that movie was so damned good looking, I actually felt compelled to watch it to the end. The girl who plays Bella, Kristen Stewart is very beautiful and very wholesome looking. The boy who is Jacob, (only 16!) now I feel dirty, Taylor Lautner is just pretty. He can't help it. And well, I can't help myself, but that Robert Pattinson is just sinful. And I have to confess I've watched the odd interview here or there and seen an appearance or two, and the fact that he doesnt like the books, just endears me to him even more. He somehow pulls off being by my guess drunk (off of the free mini bar backstage or the fans adoration, I can't tell) and at the same token, shy. How in the world, with a face that was made to make women 8 - 80 weak in the knees, could a guy like that possibly be shy. And oh, did I mention? I'm a sucker for an accent? It's the accent that does me in every time. Damn those imports!!! Daniel Craig, Gerry Butler, Simon Pegg, and now Robert Pattinson. Daniel Craig - I mean c'mon! James Bond is fucking rad, and I will fight you if you disagree. Like, with my bare hands. Preferrably in something fitting of James Bond. Sean Connery (a formidable old fart) was a good James Bond. Heck! He defined the role, but Daniel Craig perfected it. He's dangerous looking, sexy, cool. He looks like he could torture and kill you or fuck you all night and then go out for burgers afterward. I don't know why I find that at all appealing, but GEEZ; You have to admire that kind of quality in someone if for nothing more than his unique constellation of abilities. Yay Daniel Craig. Also, I love James Bond movies. MMM Aston Martin. I want that car. Gerry Butler - well come on people! He's brilliant isn't he? As a lusty 16 year old, I knew, Gerry was something special in Dracula 2000. I took risks. I dug older men when it was not fashionable to do so. I broke down the walls, and set a new trend baby. Gerry makes your heart go pitter pat. The Scottish brogue is a much imitated, and cherished thing in my house. Half of my roots hail from those lands. His quick smile, and sparkly blues; I dare you to resist him. Resistance is futile. Simon Pegg, well, he's just special isn't he? I have a particular love for Simon Pegg. Some of you hipsters out there may well be aware of his earlier career, but he was in a show with a lady by the name of Jessica Stevenson, called Spaced. McG wanted to take the concept and make an American version of the show, which THANK GOD he didn't. That is a show that can never be remade. It was perfection the first time around. It holds a particular place in my heart because it's basically my relationship with my old so and so. I'm a writer, and he's a comic geek. He studied to be a graphic artist just like Tim did in the show. I can attest to the fact that he can draw the shit out of Wolverine. He also did a very special drawing of The Maxx just for me. Wow, I'm a geek. Spaced was just, perfect. The movie references, the fashionista and the army obsessed gun toting best friends. All were reflections of my life with my fella. I love Simon Pegg. He is basically my boyfriend with a british accent. I would like to be able to definitively say I wouldn't leave him for Simon, but I don't know if I can make that claim. Gaw! Just kidding, one man is enough for me. I'd have to get used to sleeping next to somebody new all over again, and it would be ages before I could burp or fart comfortably. I would have to buy new underwear and shave, like, all the time. It just sounds too much like work to me. And plus I love my guy too much I think. I think maybe I love Simon Pegg because he reminds me so much of somebody pretty great I know already. And lastly, this new young man. He's basically, cotton candy for the eyes. Sugary sweet I bet he tastes like doughnuts and cigarette ashes. He'll gain his chops as an actor the more work he gets. He has a lot of potential me thinks. God, that guy is fantastic looking. The sleepy drunk eyes just do it for me I guess. And all of them have an accent. I really would like to visit the UK someday. The fella and I have even thought of moving there permanently someday, but maybe life would be safer if I stayed here. I would be in trouble instantly if I went to London, or Scotland. I'd step off the plane and fall in love with the baggage claim dude. That's no kind of life! Falling in love from voice to voice with reckless abandon. Better to stay stateside until I'm safely married. Then who knows? Ah well, I can look, and dream. I'll tell you when you know you're getting old, and life becomes sad is when you look at the new hot thing and you think, "Well, you would just think I was some crazy old bitch wouldn't you?" I miss those days when I was much younger and I thought every thing was attainable. I thought, if I do enough crunches and I do my make up really well, I could meet (insert heart throb here) and he might be very interested in me. I miss being 15. Life was so freaking easy. And I thought it was hard. What did I have to worry about? And as a total sidebar. Thinking back to the days when I was young and broke, how did I afford to go out drinking and smoking every night? I mean, I smoked a pack a day and went out to happy hour 4 times a week. I'm broke now and I make more money than I ever have, so how in the hell did I afford all the fun I had back then? Oh well. It's early/late and I have to go do the work thing tomorrow. I am still very grateful to have a job. Even if it's hard sometimes, and I become angry, my job is still fucking sweet compared to being unemployed. I was unemployed for 6 months. I never want to be unemployed ever again. Oh yeah, and I'm a cat mother. I adopted a kitty. She was a stray and now she's a princess. Good night people. Current Mood: geeky Current Music: Scissor Sisters - Almost Sorry (5 Comments |Comment on this)
1:14 am	WOW! I found a post I should have made a while ago and I'm posting it now. Better late than never. I don't think this new job is the right fit for me. While I am still appreciative to be employed, and I remember too well the misery I went through daily, when I was unemployed for almost six months, I know in my gut, I can't continue to work for this company. I was taken aside, at the end of the day, and told that I was too enthusiastic, and too insistent. Then my boss told me that I need to think how I'm coming across to others. I was also told that my coworkers had been complaining about my enthusiasm and insistence. Now, being too insistent - I can understand why that would be cause for complaint, however, I have only been at this company for 2 weeks. I haven't been there long enough to be insistent about anything. If anything at all, I have been too compliant and the only phrase I have uttered ad nauseum is, "Is that alright?" and "Can I do anything else for you?" Apparently, that is what these hypocrites consider insistence. And enthusiasm? I dont think that I can continue to work in a place that discourages enthusiasm and inquisitiveness. My boss said to me that when I felt confused or I was unsure of what I was supposed to be doing that I should default to her and she would set aside some time for me. She's a liar, and she's two-faced. The two or three times I had to ask her to help me because I didnt know enough about my job duties to continue, she snapped at me. This company, is the most disorganized I have ever seen a company be,and still be allowed to function. Most people would pull the plug on an operation like this, but not this time. These people are allowed to continue in their chaotic fashion without reprimand. The fact that they are responsible for so many people is shocking to me. Here is my question: Does anyone know of any good places to work, where I could work in an office atmosphere, in a friendly environment, where I won't be punished for being inquisitive and friendly? What a load of shit. I need to get out of there. Any ideas? (Comment on this)
Monday, September 8th, 2008
11:32 pm	Adventures in Administrative Work I'm not very good at this updating thing am I? So I started a new job and it's pretty nuts. The company I work for helps to rehabilitate and integrate people who are mentally handicapped and sometimes ill, back into the community. They help them find jobs, and help them handle their money. They provide an invaluable service to alot of these people who would otherwise be written off. I believe in the work they're doing. It's a good cause and it's a nonprofit agency so no one is pulling their arms to be there. The pay isn't that great. I guess the only frustrating part of my job is that I've been there a week, and no one has clearly outlined what my tasks as Program Assistant are. I'm going through the motions. I'm taking the notes, and typing things on my keyboard but I don't have a clear sense of what it is I'm doing. Everyone is assuring me it gets easier, but no one is saying what "it" is. Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe the only important thing is that I'm there. The rest will fall into place. I just want to be helpful. I spent the better part of five months being unemployed and it sucked. I don't really care what my job is, I'm just so happy to have one. When I start to be a Negative Nancy, I just repeat to myself over and over again that I'm lucky, and I could go back to watching SpongeBob and Food Network all day in my underwear again. It was fun for about three days, and then I realized it wasn't going to end, and all the joy of endless cartoon watching was taken from me. Also, SpongeBob began to repeat episodes and that just wasn't cool. Jumping from one track to another, Flapjack is the new SpongeBob as far as I'm concerned. I am an old lady, and Cartoon Network rocks my socks off. I don't think I'll ever stop watching. I'm watching an episode right now, and I should be dreaming of filing, or purchasing orders or something. I guess I'll get to it then. Goodnight. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008
1:05 am	Getting cracked. I never understood the phrase, "get crackin'" in reference to beginning a task, but I can only assume it has something to do with breakfast. Anyway, this is my first journal post. I needed to take the initiative in making this page resemble something bloggy. It is now 1 am, which is WAY past my bed time. Consider me posted. Daiz Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Hello Dolly (2 Comments |Comment on this)