hazliya: (ghost dog)
So, lots of win to report:

- Was able to give living room and bedroom mini-makeovers for less than $100 each, and they look awesome. Still lots of cleaning to do, but yay! I'm hoping that uDon will see the look I'm going for and approve of paint chips.

- Dog is a-go! uDon has agreed to write him into the lease (along with a refundable pet deposit), and pick-up date is set for the middle of July. The female (a very sweet tricolor) is due in May, and the dad is a black-and-white, so the B+W color is a totally reasonable expectation. I wouldn't mind a tricolor, either. The female is a phalene, though, but her last litter were all papillons. AND it'll be less expensive, since he's a male, and it's my first choice breeder.

- The second floor is moving out, and we're splitting the two floors between the four tenants already here and two new ones, just like we'd hoped. We're planning to treat it like one big apartment.

- After Fox (no, seriously, Fox called our ISP) issued a cease-and-desist on someone in our building, uDon checked our IPs and, since it was no one in our apartment, could restore our internets. Yay! And now we know that the reason the internet's been crap for a while was because someone was a torrent hub storing copyrighted material of epic proportions. I look forward to it improving.

- Possible new job! Vet practice is very interested in me since I can be both tech and receptionist (two part-time positions right now that add up to full time and I can replace any full-timers that will be leaving) as well as a new business venture of theirs for me to help spearhead. They want my resume, and are coordinating an interview. ZOMG. I had to call [livejournal.com profile] elenuial, who was in the middle of something, to tell him. I really, really hope this works out well.

- Calcifer hasn't skipped a meal in over two months! And he's eating faster and faster every week. Howl is still fat. =(

- PAX East this weekend, staying with our lovely host instead of at the crazy hotel. Excited again!

There was more, but right now, this is all I can think of. I will reward myself for hours and hours of hard work by playing Sims 3 a bit and eating mint milanos.

And finally, dogs are awesome. Case and point: a husky calming a fussy baby by singing. Not howling, singing like he would to the pups. Apparently, it works on baby humans, too. (You only need to watch until about a minute in.)

Work whoa.

Aug. 27th, 2009 04:22 pm
hazliya: (Default)
Just sent out six inquiries.

Already heard back from two interested in me.

It's been less than 15 minutes.

Here's hoping.
hazliya: (glasses)
I've really had it with work.

I know I say that fairly often, but every time, I suck it up and stick around. Not this time.

I love the dogs. I like the groomers. Heck, I even like the hours and money.

But my incompetent asshole of a boss has to go.

If I could no longer work with him, just take my 30+ hours in salon alone, I'd stay. I really would.

My plan is to apply like crazy for jobs that even remotely interest me, then go from there. I'm planning on being an aggressive applicant, mostly because I want to never have to cashier or deal with that man ever again, and if I don't find a new job by Thursday, they're going to put me on the schedule for next week.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. Let me know of any job openings in the area that have to do with gaming, animals, etc. that I've shown even a vague interest in. And go congratulate [livejournal.com profile] elenuial, because I'm so proud of him. If I can get a new job, we'll both be so happy for a long time.
hazliya: (blue prof)
The good:
PetSmart (shoppes at Blackstone Valley) called today and offered me the job(s). So, starting Friday, I'm a Pet Care specialist. As soon as I take the instructor orientation/lessons, I'll be teaching their dog training classes as well. I get above the starting pay, even though I'm just starting, because they wanted to ensure that I came on board, and they also apologized for finalizing it so late - there was trouble with their computer system and they had to call corporate to verify me. Even so, they held off and offered me the position rather than turning to other applicants.
This was a huge confidence booster, as not only was this my first time going through the job application process on my own (before, I either worked as a favor to someone shorthanded or was given a job on the spot at Christo's), but I beat out every other applicant and was hired for two positions at the store. Needless to say, I was happy.
The managers are exceptionally nice, and were very excited to hear that I accepted the job. It's a good feeling when someone says that they can't wait for you to start working and see what you can do - even when it's something as simple as companion animal care.
I'm also doubly excited for the dog training coach job - I get to teach classes! With dogs! They've mentioned that I'll probably be teaching the puppy classes, which is great, else I'll spend my time working with the small mammals, reptiles, and birds. I'm so looking forward to work.
I also got to introduce [livejournal.com profile] elenuial to Blazing Saddles as our Intercon Wind-Down movie, which has always been a favorite of mine. It broke him in places and lagged for him in others, but overall, he seemed to really enjoy it and remarked on the style of an early Mel Brooks.
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The bad:
My aunt is dying. The Friday of Intercon, I got a call from my cousin Whitney (the one who seems more like a sister) saying that my third-eldest aunt on my mother's side, Suzanne, was stopping treatment. She's had multiple cancers, and has said many times that she's "had it." She was given an estimate of a month remaining, and was thrown a short farewell party on Sunday. Saturday night seemed to be the more emotional one, from what I heard, where a lot of the grief came to the forefront. She's been battling cancer for years, but now there's a time limit and it's shorter than anyone expected.
This is especially hard on my mother. She's eighth born of eleven, and Suzanne is the first of her siblings to face death. Virginia (the second eldest girl) came close a few years ago, but checked into rehab and moved to a quieter place. However, my smoking-but-otherwise-completely-healthy mother has been, as per usual, taking the mediating job herself. Suzanne's daughter (we call her Little Virginia to differentiate cousin from aunt), has been a wreck. We also call her Virginia the Miserable, because she (quite frankly, though I hate to speak ill of suffering family) has never been happy. Nothing is ever her fault, and the world revolves around her, including her mother's death. She is grossly overweight, cruel, and spoiled, and has been harping on her mother like she was the one dying.
As I was talking with my mother over the phone tonight, I expressed my thought that the last thing someone who has accepted death needs is someone constantly smothering you and bawling every minute. It undermines her strength, and to spend time panicking rather than enjoying the time left is something easily regrettable later on. My mother agreed, and will be spending Wednesday with my aunt, labeling little crystals with the names of those Suzanne wants them to go to as mementos. I'm very proud of my mother for this; she has a tendency to collapse under the weight of her own emotions.
Although she has started her typical way of dealing. When I talked to my father this afternoon ("Dad! I got a job!" "Wow. Didn't know they had strip clubs in Worcester."), I asked how she was, and he simply replied: "Guess."
She's thrown herself into her work, as per usual, and I'm fully expecting a breakdown when she crashes against a wall sooner or later. In the meantime, I'll try to slow her down and help her process everything threatening to ruin her composure, and then plan to come home as often as needed. I'll be going home on Sunday to cook for her and keep her company, as well as make a day to visit Suzanne.
Though the thought of it disturbs me on a level I'm not quite sure how to describe, I'm keeping my calendar clear after Lunacon. This probably means no Yale Tango Fest, as it's on the weekend that marks the end of my aunt's life expectancy. When the inevitable happens, I want to be able to drop everything and go back home to the family, like a good daughter and a good niece should.
I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. I have a hunch that it'll hit me like a punch in the face one day, but until then, I seem to be cruising.
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To my newly-added friends, I'm sorry for the depressing post! I've just been meaning to talk about it for a while and type best while [livejournal.com profile] elenuial games in the background. I'm usually much more chipper, I promise.

-Haz
hazliya: (Default)
1. Got called to come in for a job interview on Friday!

2. New Voices announcement is Friday at 5.

3. The Valentine's Tango is Friday night (tickets are going fast!) and I am SO excited to be dressing up and dancing to a FULL LIVE ORCHESTRA. Seriously, does anyone want me to try and reserve them tickets? I think I might have a spare two...

4. Just finished a beautiful pearl and shell jewelry set.

5. My character sheet for Sassy/Stern? 16 pages. Wtf.

6. Wearing a new dress either tomorrow or Friday. It's something small that makes me happy. =)

7. Found a new recipe to make for Valentine's day tomorrow (rather, using Valentine's as an excuse): White chocolate pound cake.

8. This weekend, all the valentine's candy at CVS will be dirt cheap!

Expand#9 may be TMI for some )

So it should be a good few days. =)

-Haz
hazliya: (blue prof)
So, for those who aren't quite as informed when it comes to my life, I've taken a semester-long leave of absence from Becker to work.

My reasoning comes from the fact that I have no discipline whatsoever when it comes to academics. I coasted with As through high school and the first year of WPI, where it was easy for me to work on the classes I enjoyed. After that, when it turned out that I really didn't want to be a chemical engineer, it was near impossible to motivate myself to work on the classes I hated. And I know that I'll have more of those in the future, so that attitude needs to go.

And this year, my first semester was one that I had rather easy, enjoyable classes. And I still fell into the trap of missing one class, then two, then not wanting to show up at all. So it's not motivation, it's discipline. And I think working full-time again to remind myself of what that's like will help me get jarred back into the real world.

When I told my parents of my plans, they agreed and, after a talk, thought that the idea was a good one. My father actually said that he'd respect me more for it (which was nice to hear, despite the fact that his work ethic is a huge part of his life) and my mother reminded me that as long as I had enough certification to get by in a job I liked, it was fine.

But subsequent talking with [livejournal.com profile] elenuial and a lot of reflection on my part have let me know that I at least want a bachelor's degree. I could have an associate's (and vet tech certification) in a year and a half, but if I waited the full three years, I'd be a lot more satisfied with myself. Granted, the complete major-switch will require me to have been in college for seven years rather than four (thank the gods of scholarships!), but I'd rather spend seven years to get something that will contribute to my future happiness than spend four years to get a degree for a job that'd make me miserable.

If [livejournal.com profile] elenuial goes for grad school, he'll be here two years, and then have a year to try his experiment he's mentioned to me: trying to live off of writing alone. And after that,we'll see what happens. Although I don't think we'll be in the area for long after that; my best job opportunities are further south, and I don't think he can take much more of New England. I also have that restless feeling, probably stemming from the fact that I don't want to have lived in one place my entire life. Of course, this is all speculation (and pretty hazy speculation at that). Who knows what'll happen.

So if anyone knows of any full-time jobs in the area, I'm open to suggestions. =)

-Haz

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