Spider-men
Wednesday, 1 November 2006 14:22![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarThree visits, four trick-or-treaters. One was dressed as a devil. Her mother drove her up to our door, let her out, she did her thing, then they drove off. Strange. The other visitors were being taken around by their mothers, and one of those was my neighbor. All of those were dressed up like Spider-man. I gave out four pieces of candy. Why don't kids trick-or-treat in their neighborhoods anymore? Is it really safer/wiser/better to go pester dad at the office or fill up the mall with a bunch of cranky kids who aren't buying anything?
These kids were the first trick-or-treaters I've seen in over ten years. I was delighted that they came by and disappointed there weren't more. I live in a nice neighborhood. There are kids here. There is no reason I shouldn't have seen more at my door last night. It's just sad. Grady loved it, though. Look, peeples!
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Something is seriously wrong with my back and I can't figure out what it is. At first I thought it was a girly pain, but this morning I nearly fell on my face getting out of bed from it. It's like I've been stabbed in the back with a rusty machete. "Welcome to my world," said Garret. Great. He handed me a glass of water and some Midol. It's helping.
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I was sent a questionnaire by an agency I submitted my resume to last week. It consists of one question. It just so happens that this is the one question I really hate answering. To give you an idea of what kind of question it is, it goes something like this:
Describe the universe. Give examples.
I retooled my resume to avoid bullshit questionnaires like this. If you want to know what I've accomplished, where I've stood out, it's on page one of my resume. I finally managed to get the rep at Volt to explain to me why so many of their recruiters have no fucking clue what I actually do after they've told me they found me on Monster.com. Their harvesting process strips the resumes of any and all formatting, making the resume one big blob of text. Unless they spend half an hour reformatting it, they're flying by the seat of their pants. I hope they're the only ones doing that. What a clusterfuck.
Anyway, this new agency's rep was friendly and reminded me of a game show host. I'm not confident I'll get anywhere with these guys but the networking can't hurt. I need to call in my unemployment claim for the week and submit two more applications by the end of the week.
Now if I could just get Garret out the door so I can reclaim that heating pad the rest of the day should be great.
These kids were the first trick-or-treaters I've seen in over ten years. I was delighted that they came by and disappointed there weren't more. I live in a nice neighborhood. There are kids here. There is no reason I shouldn't have seen more at my door last night. It's just sad. Grady loved it, though. Look, peeples!
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Something is seriously wrong with my back and I can't figure out what it is. At first I thought it was a girly pain, but this morning I nearly fell on my face getting out of bed from it. It's like I've been stabbed in the back with a rusty machete. "Welcome to my world," said Garret. Great. He handed me a glass of water and some Midol. It's helping.
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I was sent a questionnaire by an agency I submitted my resume to last week. It consists of one question. It just so happens that this is the one question I really hate answering. To give you an idea of what kind of question it is, it goes something like this:
Describe the universe. Give examples.
I retooled my resume to avoid bullshit questionnaires like this. If you want to know what I've accomplished, where I've stood out, it's on page one of my resume. I finally managed to get the rep at Volt to explain to me why so many of their recruiters have no fucking clue what I actually do after they've told me they found me on Monster.com. Their harvesting process strips the resumes of any and all formatting, making the resume one big blob of text. Unless they spend half an hour reformatting it, they're flying by the seat of their pants. I hope they're the only ones doing that. What a clusterfuck.
Anyway, this new agency's rep was friendly and reminded me of a game show host. I'm not confident I'll get anywhere with these guys but the networking can't hurt. I need to call in my unemployment claim for the week and submit two more applications by the end of the week.
Now if I could just get Garret out the door so I can reclaim that heating pad the rest of the day should be great.
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