I just got off the phone with my dad who I was talking to for almost 2.5 hours. We talked about jobs and how I should pay $650 just to be enrolled in school to do an unpaid internship that would hopefully lead directly to a paid job, that I need to get questions about the graduate department at SFSU answered in the form of a psuedo-interview, talking about taking some of these very fun-sounding, but kinda flaky temp jobs on Craigslist, and how since I'm getting screwed by my job by having completely open availability, by minimizing my availability on some arbitrary days, I too can thereby get the early shifts I deserve because I have earned it, dammit.
The whole experience has left me dazed and confused.
I am soo almost close to being done with that euphemism painting. I just want it to go away!
And yes, even though there is a week of class left, I am really behind and it would be most helpful to get the hell out of that class.
So, I've been waiting and trying to get in contact with someone at the graduate media office at SFSU about GRE scores. When exactly is the absolute last day to take it? What kind of scores do I need for acceptance?
After nearly a week from my first contact, I got this e-mail back, finally:
No standard of scores in particular are
necessary for the GRE. It is up to you to consider if you think you did well enough to submit your scores. We don't have information when the GRE takes place but I would allow a month to be absolutely sure the scores arrive in good time.
So, there is no hard fast deadline? And there is no real passing score? Um, ok?
Still hate my job. Still would have liked to have been off by 6 tonight. Assholes.
Update 22:01: I am exactly right. I can take the test whenever I want, as long as the scores are received by the university by March 1st. And there is no minimum score requirement, but do really good anyway.
Incidentally, for those of you playing along at home, the GRE is the Graduate Record Exam. It's a standardized test prior to graduate school acceptance.
I don't really want to say anything about how stupid/lemming/sheep-like people are for buying into the "Doorbusters between 6am-10am only; first 200 people get a free extension chord!" Although I would really really like to understand if there is some deep psychology of convincing people get up early after what is most likely not a very restful day and make poor buying decisions based primarily on sleep deprivation and impaired judgment, or if it's more simply, "That's just the way it is."
I do applaud some stores for opening as early as 4am; if every store just opened at 6, one might have to choose only one store to be standing in front of as the doors open. This way, consumerists can space it out, and choose from fewer stores: Penney's or Mervyn's at 4? Best Buy or Circuit City at 5? Macy's or Target at 6? Thank you to you super early people for giving us that opportunity.
What I do want to say is, Black Friday is not news. The big top-fold headline on both the Chronicle and Mercury was about shoppers going to the store f'early in the morning to cash in deceptive on bargains. This is also a favorite of local news as well. This is not news. This happens every year. Everyone knows it because they are aware of it because the same newspapers in the previous days have come extra full with ads telling us. When this stops happening, then it will be news.
I actually find the most important news is on the front page, bottom fold, under the big warm fuzzy human-interesty story on the cover.
Saw my schedule for this week. I requested to be off by 6 on Wednesday. Of course, that request was not honored, and I am working my least favorite shift, 12/3/9 and the hardest to get anything done after. Oh! And all but one of my shifts this week is a 4-4 split. The rest are 3-5's. And none of them are terribly early either. I went to bed angry last night.
I don't feel like I matter, especially when people who have been there for shorter than me consistently get the better shifts they haven't earned. I hate it. I need a job that makes me feel more respected and possibly more relevant to my life.
I'm trying to get at least moved to the deli to shake things up a bit and make more money. But the store director, who is a bit of a dick, likes to keep things running short so that he can keep extra money/spend less money to keep for himself.
I can look forward to two all-nighters this week, and getting up early I guess.
One of my many New Year's Resolutions I think will be to attempt to get some kind of media related job.
I wish this whole getting-out-of-the-semest er thing got started a whole lot sooner like I wanted it to. It seems kinda stupid and silly now.
I really don't care about writing about Chinese calligraphy. It makes my head hurt. I hate ink and everything having to do with ink. I never want to use ink again!
And I'm averaging about a 75% on the GRE practice tests I've been taking. I hope that's good enough. It would be nice if anyone from the graduate department at SFSU would write me back to let me know about things like this, and when I can't take the test anymore and stuff.
Everything sucks. I just want to run away, run far far away from work, standardized tests, pointless semesters and classwork, bitchy teachers, all-nighters, 3/5 split shifts at work...
Wasting precious time:
Trying to look at some of the Simpson's CD's out there. Get a few songs for the iPod to put under the genre of comedy (the second biggest, after "Rock). I can't find classics like, See My Vest, Adults, Baby on Board, and my favorite:
I think "sport" and "utility" are mutually exclusive terms.
And I really like that song with U2 from the same season.
I really really really hope my counselor has good news for me today about my figure drawing class. There's no purpose for me in it anymore, it's a waste of time, and there is a lot of work that I personally really don't care about.
Having that little nervous breakdown a month ago might help my case. But I'm not too sure. Having a decent grade may be helping my case too.
I feel silly. I genuinely expect people to call when they say they are going to! Like my counselor. And, I wrote an e-mail to the graduate department at SFSU about the GRE. Do you think they have written me back? Noooo.
Overheard on a depression drug commercial, "Anti-depressants can cause an increase in sucidal thoughts in children, teens, and young adults."
Doesn't that sorta defeat the purpose of taking anti-depressants?
I didn't paint. I had many opportunities to do so. But the thought of doing it abhors me so much I find other less or sometimes more important things to do. I just want to bake. I'm tired of it all.
Man! I hope my counselor has some good news for me about this semester! (And getting out of it or half of it).
And I need to take the GRE ASAP so that I can take it again before December is over.
And apparently, I need orthotics...or lots of medical tape on my foot.
But it looks like I no longer need gum surgery, as the problem has alleviated istelf.
I can't wait till Dead Day. It's a very well-intended idea, but everything is due before finals. I don't know what I will do with myself! Maybe go to the zoo. Maybe go to the movies...
Gah! I've got so much shit to do. I haven't done much of anything since Jeremy's family got here. I'm really tired of school. The end is approaching fast. But I think I just want to pull the plug on it if I could.
I'm still hoping to at least get out of my figure drawing class. I thought my counselor was going to call me yesterday about it, but she didn't.
I've got to get back up and running on this stupid painting. When I think about doing it I don't want to. When I am actually doing it, it's not so bad. I want finish by the end of this week. But I've said that so many times.
I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving. Only because I get an actual day off that I don't have to worry about not being paid or going to school (not that I get paid for holidays, f'in' bedwetting union).
And I saw Fred Claus last night. It wasn't very funny and kinda predictable.
And I saw Stardust along with it. I liked it better. Kinda different. It never occurred to me I would see Robert DeNiro quite so gay.
Yes, off to another stupid day of work where someone cuter and more lusted after unfairly and consistently gets better hours than me despite being there for a shorter period of time than me. I really really really need a new job. Even if it's just a different, better paying job in the same store.
I need to go to the recycling but they were closed yesterday, of all days. So my car is full of trash.
It's not likely I'll be able to get entirely out of this semester. Maybe just one class. That's OK too, i guess.
I need to finish that stupid painting I've been needing to do for over a year. It's really, really close to being done. It's just the getting myself to pull it out and do it that's the hardest part.
The gum behind one of my wisdom teeth is swollen. It needs to be cut back. That will cost $245.
I found out I'll have to take yet another writing test for grad school (because the writing tests on the GRE aren't enough) which of course means more money, more time, and more worry.
I wish I had time for some of the sillier things in life, like learning to cake decorate, volunteering, or being a Girl Scout co-leader.
It has been a highly, highly eventful month. I have pulled many all-nighters, had a nervous breakdown, cleaned and decorated my apartment, had a visit from Jeremy's uncle and dad, drawn a lot, celebrated my first wedding anniversary, endured many physical discomforts, locked myself out of my apartment, officially decided not to continue on my art career partly by failing to turn in my portfolio, and decided to attempt to bail out of the rest of school this semester. And I haven't been to counseling in nearly 5 weeks.
But October wraps up the way October always does with Halloween. This Halloween was unique in that I dressed up for work and was one of two winners of a $50 gift card to my store. So here are a few pictures i'd like to share; me in my award-winning Wednesday Addams costume, my husband in his very sexy Indiana Jones costume. We went to the Cardinal Lounge and met Kelly and her boyfriend there. I guess she was supposed to be a slutty demon? me as Wednesday