10 posts tagged “work”
As you may know, I have been applying to teach at various community colleges. The majority of them have been in CA, but I threw a couple out-of-staters in the mix just for the heck of it. One was to SUNY Rockland Community College in New York.
Let me say that a few letters have already come back with the thanks-but-no-thanks line, and I've just let it roll off my back--I kind of expected that from the majority of them.
But today, the letter from Rockland said that my application has been forwarded to a selection committee.
*yay*
Of course, that doesn't mean anything yet, but I would be elated to get this job...many prayers to follow:)
Let's see...
-I'm tired of my job at the hotel. It is not challenging, poor paying, and getting tense. I am starting the search for a real job in the professional world, M-F, with a steady paycheck. I deserve more than I am getting now, not just literally, but financially. I need to kick myself into gear and get out there. Done with hotels, just done. It's nothing more than a glorified restaurant.
-I am currently watching the U.S. Open on tv while baking chocolate chip cookies (made with chocolate pudding). Was hoping for a beach weekend, but may not get it.
-I love my new car. LOVE. Mine's red though:) and a 2009!
Otherwise, things are great. And I look good in my plaid miniskirt.
Cheers, mate!
I have been doing this a long time. I got my first cocktailing job back in 2001--I didn't even know the names of three kinds of vodka. But I am good at it, the only thing is, I can't really figure out why. I can't do math to save my life and I have a terrible short term memory. Thank god for computers and notepads. Anyway, I really like my new job. The restaurant biz in CA is totally different than in OH. For starters, this company I am with now originated in Kentucky. The southern hospitality thing is huge and they really emphasize it. Which is great, I am all about hospitality.
The other thing I love about the restaurant biz is that everyone jokes about everything--and sexual innuendos abound. It's just the way it is. You either love it or hate it. I love it, because joking around doesn't hurt anyone and if you never act on any of the stuff you imply, they all think you're a saint. Seriously. I have already been dubbed the "den mother" by more than a few. So tonight I opened. I get there at 2pm, we open the doors at 3pm. I got cut at 9pm. It's not a bad shift.
Oh, I should probably preface the following conversation with our sexual harassment policy: it's not harassment if you enjoy it. Yup. That's the official policy. WHICH I LOVE. Because we all know how stupid standard sexual harassment policies and training usually are. Also, let me preface this with my partner in crime in this conversation is usually the most quiet guy in the building. Seriously, he never talks. Ever.
Noelle: Hey Robert.
Robert: Hi Noelle.
(Robert eyes me from top to bottom.)
N: What was that?
R: I just gave you the once over.
N: Yeah you did.
R: You should have worn the skirt today.
N: What's wrong with the jeans--it's cold today.
R: Oh, nothing's wrong with the jeans, but you should have worn the skirt (referring to the very short skirts that are mandatory on FRI and SAT nights).
N: Oh, so now you're not going to help me out with anything tonight.
R: Like I said.
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Later, R has a hundred dollar bill from a check, making change in the back. The bill is out on the counter. I decide to play along.
N: (Taking said bill and inserting it into my back pocket) I take it this is for last night?
R: Was it worth it?
N: You bet your ass. But my price just went up.
R: I'd pay more.
N: Damn straight you would. I may be easy, but I am not cheap. (Handing the bill back.)
God bless sarcasm and loose sexual harassment policies.
- I am on the original staff that opened what is going to be a wildly successful restaurant, which, basically sucks all the hours out of my days
- I just finished a class (Gothic Literature) and started a new one (Multicultural American Literature)
- I scheduled my last four classes--I don't recall the names right now--and have been in touch with a professor regarding starting my thesis
- I did, despite working like mad last week, actually manage to write a pretty decent paper about solitude in Jane Eyre
- Watched Elizabeth again, because I want to see The Golden Age that just came out--when, is the question
- Found Tom Jones in a random box in the garage--hey, Cori, I might be able to start it this month!
- Spent a lot of time on the phone and listening to/watching the news about the fires back home
- Wore my first "cold" weather outfit--currently it is 42 here in Cleveland, and sunny:)
- Realized that it is going to get colder
- Discovered Dunkin' Donuts coffee
- Started looking for apartments--which is so fun!
- Realized that I have not called a lot of my good friends in a while--which I need to do
Mood:
The Pub will officially open on October 27. We have orientation, two weeks of training, three nights of parties, and then the open.
I feel like I am on that show The Restaurant. Remember that?
God, I love the restaurant business.
Oh, and the back of the shirts say "Piss off." It's a British thing.
75+ beers, 90% imported. God save the Queen.
Mood:
Subbing blows in Ohio. Screw kids, I wanna serve booze wearing a short skirt!
Dear Baby Jesus...fill in the blank...thanks!
Mood:
Anyway, cash is always good.
Last night, I babysat Camille, who I have been watching since Kindergarten (she will be in 6th grade this fall). She, like many other 11 year-olds are Harry Potter Freaks. That's Freak with a capital F. These kids LOVE all things Harry Potter like nothing I've ever seen. The closest thing I can remember getting excited about growing up was the Back to the Future Trilogy. Yeah, not even close. So, we grab seats, I go to the lobby for treats and come back just in time for the movie to start. Now, I've seen all the HP movies, the second being my favorite, so far. It was a good movie, I found my self laughing out loud and really interested in what was going on. But here's the scary part. There are a million girls around the world between the ages of 8-15 who are absolutely in love with Harry Potter. And there are now, officially a million moms and babysitters in love with him too:
The perils of babysitting: you see the same thing in a totally different light.
I'm sick right. Very very sick.
Is there a reason why one feels the desire to clean EVERYTHING even though one feels slightly shitty from last night? Maybe I drank too much coffee espresso this morning.
I am hoping all this cleaning is a precursor to moving soon. Cori? Siobhan? Any news. I am so organized at this point it's sick. Also, I have been listening to some awesome music while I clean...a little David Gray, Bob Dylan, Live, etc. Good soundtrack, I'll say. Left to do today:
- Vacuum floors downstairs and oil hardwood.
- Finish cleaning countertops in kitchen.
- Make bed.
- Go to post office.
The big question is...when is this freakishly energetic energy I have going to wear off??
Back to work!
...so I went up to my old stomping ground yesterday to see one of my best friends and her husband in Upland. We had a lovely barbecue, good beer and a lot--A LOT--of talking! I got there at 6pm and didn't leave until 12:30am! Anyway, I got up there kind of early, so I decided to kill time at Nordstrom. Of course, because, what else is there to do??
Now, let me preface this by saying I am a NORDSTROM girl. I have been since about 1986 when my mom started buying shoes there for me. They were the only store that would sell two different sized shoes and always take anything back for any reason. And so, we were hooked.
My Nordstrom charge card it says I've been a customer since 1986--when my mom first opened hers. We're a legacy at that store! (Well, probably not, but just go with it.)
I got a pre-sale invite in the mail, as such, I took full advantage of that yesterday. It's great, you go in to the store, get a salesperson (one I knew from way back was there, so I used her) and they take you in the back room to select any sale merch. that you might want to try on. If you want shoes, they will go get them, purses, no problem. Suzanne, my salesgirl, who I used to work with (oh, did I mention I used to work at Nordstrom?) was great. She brought me other stuff I didn't see in the back straight to my dressing room.
So, after about 30 minutes of trying on, I had a brand new fall wardrobe! Imagine that.
I pre-selected:
One pair of BCBG black crinkled patent leather boots
One pair KUT jeans
One Live a Little black wool coat
One Live a Little brown, blue and orange tweedy 3/4 length sleeve jacket
One Michael Kors cream swing 3/4 length sleeve sweater
One black and grey hounds tooth sweater
Four silk short sleeve blouses in emerald, cream, gunmetal and black/white
Two pair slacks, black and brown
I think that was it. It was great, I get all my sizes before the sale gets picked over and everything is at sale price and I get double points on my Nordstrom card.
I justified this because I OWN no appropriate adult clothing. I am serious. Everything I own is cotton t-shirts and tanks and shorts--everything I own is casual. I now have some beautiful clothing that is age appropriate, work appropriate and everyday, look-the-way-a-woman-should-dress, appropriate.
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