Friday, January 8, 2010
I'm Ba-ack
So I took a bit of a blogging hiatus. Let's just say that the new job was all-encompassing there for a minute and free time has been scarce. But all is well in the world of Lins. The job is phenomenal and I am learning the ins and outs of the Property Management business as well as the Finance and Accounting aspects of everything. The left side of my brain has been getting it's fair share of exercise lately and it's time that the right got a bit of a work out. So blogger buddies, I need your help. My best photographs always came from random school assignments with really obscure themes. And I am in need of a theme to get me going. I have been picking my brain but have come up with nothing worth while. So any ideas would be greatly appreciated!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I Got A Job, I Got A Job, I Got A Job, Hey Hey Hey Hey!
I have been doing a happy dance for the past 5 hours! It all happened in a matter of 3 hours too. I got a call from a friend of a family member who was looking to fill a position at her company. I went in to meet with her at 4:30 and was offered and accepted the job at 5:15. I actually start tomorrow. How cool is it to start a new job on a Friday!? One day of work and then two days off..Woo-hoo! Not to mention that I am thrilled that this job will not involve the changing of poopy diapers or wiping of snot like the other option I thought I was going to have to take. I am so excited. I will be Executive Assistant to the owner of a Property Management Company and I will also serve as the Executive Assistant to her husband who owns a CPA Firm. This is such an amazing opportunity and will be an invaluable learning experience for me. I am thrilled!!!! Woo-hoo, Woo-hoo, and one more...Woo-hoo!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I Blinked And It's 2am
It's 2am and I am still wired. Thank you, Starbucks, for bottling your Frappuccinos and making them available for me to drink long after the doors to your cafes have closed.
So I'm in the middle of job hunting and let me tell you it has been an interesting journey. I know that my resume is one of hundreds being submitted for various jobs. I have applied for everything I can find that I'm qualified for. My medical bills are screaming to be paid and my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.
A week or so ago, I stumbled across an ad looking for hair models. I have extremely versatile hair that has been every color on the spectrum at some point in time. When I get restless, I dye my hair...truth be told, I don't know what my natural color is anymore. Anywho, I sent in a picture and my hair info as requested. Here is a snippet of the e-mail I received that led me to block any future communication with this particular "company":
How very nice- not your typical Dallas look and that is refreshing. Who in your family is a stylist? (just general curosity). I think we would want to make use of you. Please take some photos in natural light (you do not need to stand in the middle of the street in the sun). These obviously do not need to be professional. This will help speed up the process as we would have to do all of this anyway, so time is always of the essence with deadlines. Give me several closeup photos of your head hair from the side or rear that will more closely show color and texture. Give me a closeup of your upper face that shows eyes, eyebrows, forehead and some of your hair. Give me a shot of whatever that shows your true skin color and give me a shot of you true natural hair color (pubic).
I had to re-read that last line about three times to get over the initial shock. This guy actually asked for a picture of no man's land! I took this experience as my initiation into the world of job hunting.
My initiation was furthered yesterday when I went to an interview that had been set up on Monday. The woman I spoke with was very vague on the job details which probably should have tipped me off. Anyway, I walked in to the office and was directed to a room with about 50 other people in it. Turned out to be one of those cattle call interviews for some BS sales job. The guy who did the presentation kept saying that it wasn't a sales job and that it wasn't a pyramid scheme. In my experience, when they feel the need to state that over and over again, it's not anything I want to get involved with. What a waste of my interview outfit!
I will be more selective about where I send my resume from now on. And no more attempts to break into the hair modeling industry. Goodness!
I'll end my 2am ramble here. I may have to go run laps outside to tire myself out. Damn you, Starbucks!
So I'm in the middle of job hunting and let me tell you it has been an interesting journey. I know that my resume is one of hundreds being submitted for various jobs. I have applied for everything I can find that I'm qualified for. My medical bills are screaming to be paid and my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.
A week or so ago, I stumbled across an ad looking for hair models. I have extremely versatile hair that has been every color on the spectrum at some point in time. When I get restless, I dye my hair...truth be told, I don't know what my natural color is anymore. Anywho, I sent in a picture and my hair info as requested. Here is a snippet of the e-mail I received that led me to block any future communication with this particular "company":
How very nice- not your typical Dallas look and that is refreshing. Who in your family is a stylist? (just general curosity). I think we would want to make use of you. Please take some photos in natural light (you do not need to stand in the middle of the street in the sun). These obviously do not need to be professional. This will help speed up the process as we would have to do all of this anyway, so time is always of the essence with deadlines. Give me several closeup photos of your head hair from the side or rear that will more closely show color and texture. Give me a closeup of your upper face that shows eyes, eyebrows, forehead and some of your hair. Give me a shot of whatever that shows your true skin color and give me a shot of you true natural hair color (pubic).
I had to re-read that last line about three times to get over the initial shock. This guy actually asked for a picture of no man's land! I took this experience as my initiation into the world of job hunting.
My initiation was furthered yesterday when I went to an interview that had been set up on Monday. The woman I spoke with was very vague on the job details which probably should have tipped me off. Anyway, I walked in to the office and was directed to a room with about 50 other people in it. Turned out to be one of those cattle call interviews for some BS sales job. The guy who did the presentation kept saying that it wasn't a sales job and that it wasn't a pyramid scheme. In my experience, when they feel the need to state that over and over again, it's not anything I want to get involved with. What a waste of my interview outfit!
I will be more selective about where I send my resume from now on. And no more attempts to break into the hair modeling industry. Goodness!
I'll end my 2am ramble here. I may have to go run laps outside to tire myself out. Damn you, Starbucks!
Windex and Some Random Photography
I've been a slug pretty much all summer. I've been out of work and dealing with medical issues (that are FINALLY over...can I get a woo-hoo?!). I think it was the combination of that wonderful phone call I received yesterday and the crispness of a cool 74 degrees today that kicked me in the buns with some steel-toed motivation. I am officially a cleaning machine! My day of cleaning included: taking an electric screw driver to a clogged drain (it worked quite well actually), vacuuming a bug off the ceiling (poor little guy..I said I was sorry), cleaning a bathtub with Windex (I've found that Windex will clean ANYthing) and oohing and awwing at the amazing powers of Pledge. I promise this isn't the first time that I've ever cleaned but I won't lie, it has been a hot minute. I think that I have awakened my inner neat freak. I knew she was in there somewhere. My mom cleans like a maniac and until now, I thought those talents were lost on me. I'll admit that I've been a bit of a slob in the past. My old roommates used to joke that I had ex-boyfriends buried under all of the clutter in my room. Now, I am on a kick. I tackled the dust and soap scum today. I plan to kick the clutter's ass tomorrow!
It has been raining here for almost a week now. Very rare weather for Texas. I am chomping at the bit to get outside and take some pictures but the weather is not cooperating with me. Out of boredom, I began photographing random things found around The Boyfriend and I's apartment. Then, to kill time, I played with them on the computer. Here is the final product of my restlessness.
On another note:
It has been raining here for almost a week now. Very rare weather for Texas. I am chomping at the bit to get outside and take some pictures but the weather is not cooperating with me. Out of boredom, I began photographing random things found around The Boyfriend and I's apartment. Then, to kill time, I played with them on the computer. Here is the final product of my restlessness.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Doing My Happy Dance!
I received the best phone call ever this morning. It was my doctor calling to say that all of my tests came back normal and I am officially cancer free! Wa-hoo!!! It's like having a million pounds lifted off of my shoulders. I feel like I can finally start my life again without any reservations. Now, if only I could land the right job things would be perfect.
Anyway, I just wanted to share the cheer! Hope everyone has a fabulous day!
Anyway, I just wanted to share the cheer! Hope everyone has a fabulous day!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Who The Hell Does That Happen To?
I got the inspiration for this one at 5 o'clock this morning when I woke up to a loud crashing noise. The boyfriend woke up too but for some reason I was the one to go investigate. (You know, come to think of it, I'm always the one that gets up to inspect strange noises..hmm) Anyway, I check the bathroom first as our shower curtain has a tendency to fall down at very random times. I found the shower curtain completely as it should be. My next stop was the living room where everything was in its place and then I turned to look in the kitchen... I found our super schnazzy fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling by just the wires. There are bits of ceiling on the floor and it looks like the screws just ripped completely out. Luckily we are living in an apartment and they have a maintenance team to handle things like this so it shouldn't cost us anything to have it replaced. But really, who the hell does that happen to?!
I survived the snow and ice of last winter unscathed. It was a one year old that took me down. I was working as a pre-school teacher and was trying to change the diaper of an exceptionally squirmy and incredibly heavy 14 month old. Once the diaper was finally changed I lifted him up to move him all of 5 feet to his crip for naptime. I made it about 2 feet when he started squirming as I simultaneously stepped on a toy, lost my balance and landed on my left knee while still holding the kid. As I'm writhing on the floor in pain and uttering censored profanities (ie: fudge, shidoodee, fiddle sticks) the little booger started laughing and clapping his hands. Fun for him = a trip to the hospital for me. I spent the holidays in what they call a knee immobilizer. I referred to it as the freaking mattress the doctor made me wear around my leg. Let me tell you how fun it is to Christmas shop like that. I'm responsible for knocking down several displays at Belk.
It was March, I was in a crappy mood and The Boyfriend and I were in Wal-Mart. He was browsing aisle by aisle while I followed, arms crossed, toes tapping. I was ready to go. The Boyfriend likes to make sure that we get the best deal by comparing the prices of absolutely EVERYTHING. For me, turning a 4 hour shopping trip into a 30 minute shopping trip is worth the extra money. Anyway, I'm starting to get really snippy with him so he recommends that I go browse the books and he'll meet me up front. So I stomp off to the book section and I suddenly remember that there is in fact a book that I want. Once I deduce that Wal-Mart does not carry this book, I turn to stomp back towards the cash registers. I make it about four steps when I suddenly find myself hitting the floor ass first. Stunned, I look around to try to figure out what has happened. As I try to stand up, my foot slides out from under me and I'm back on the floor. At this point I can hear The Boyfriend laughing hysterically behind me...Go figure that this would happen the exact moment that he walks up. Once I finally get back on my feet and manage to stay there, I find the culprit. It's a small green grape...the only small green grape on the floor of the entire Wal-Mart, and it just so happened to end up under my foot. The Boyfriend describes it like this...he says "I see her stomping around in the book section all pissed off and then suddenly, she's gone. Then her head pops up for a second, and she goes down again." I'm glad someone got a laugh out of it.
One of the craziest things that's happened to me took place in the office of a company that I used to work for. I was on the phone with a client explaining the benefits of his insurance policy. I had an itch on my leg and when I reached down to relieve said itch, my finger was met by what felt like a lit match. I look down and there is a giant bumble bee hanging out on the seam of my khakis. Keep in mind, I'm still on the phone with the client. The burning quickly turns to throbbing as my hand begins to swell up. I'm waving around like a lunatic trying to get the attention of a co-worker. I explain to my client that I need to call him back, trying to keep my voice steady and hold in the expletives that are dying to burst out. I slam down the phone and let the words loose (I think I taught my boss some new ones that day).
Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to leave your "who the hell does that happen to" stories in the comments. I love to hear other people's. It makes me feel like Murphy isn't just out to get me! (In case you're having a slow moment, Murphy, like Murphy's Law)
I survived the snow and ice of last winter unscathed. It was a one year old that took me down. I was working as a pre-school teacher and was trying to change the diaper of an exceptionally squirmy and incredibly heavy 14 month old. Once the diaper was finally changed I lifted him up to move him all of 5 feet to his crip for naptime. I made it about 2 feet when he started squirming as I simultaneously stepped on a toy, lost my balance and landed on my left knee while still holding the kid. As I'm writhing on the floor in pain and uttering censored profanities (ie: fudge, shidoodee, fiddle sticks) the little booger started laughing and clapping his hands. Fun for him = a trip to the hospital for me. I spent the holidays in what they call a knee immobilizer. I referred to it as the freaking mattress the doctor made me wear around my leg. Let me tell you how fun it is to Christmas shop like that. I'm responsible for knocking down several displays at Belk.
It was March, I was in a crappy mood and The Boyfriend and I were in Wal-Mart. He was browsing aisle by aisle while I followed, arms crossed, toes tapping. I was ready to go. The Boyfriend likes to make sure that we get the best deal by comparing the prices of absolutely EVERYTHING. For me, turning a 4 hour shopping trip into a 30 minute shopping trip is worth the extra money. Anyway, I'm starting to get really snippy with him so he recommends that I go browse the books and he'll meet me up front. So I stomp off to the book section and I suddenly remember that there is in fact a book that I want. Once I deduce that Wal-Mart does not carry this book, I turn to stomp back towards the cash registers. I make it about four steps when I suddenly find myself hitting the floor ass first. Stunned, I look around to try to figure out what has happened. As I try to stand up, my foot slides out from under me and I'm back on the floor. At this point I can hear The Boyfriend laughing hysterically behind me...Go figure that this would happen the exact moment that he walks up. Once I finally get back on my feet and manage to stay there, I find the culprit. It's a small green grape...the only small green grape on the floor of the entire Wal-Mart, and it just so happened to end up under my foot. The Boyfriend describes it like this...he says "I see her stomping around in the book section all pissed off and then suddenly, she's gone. Then her head pops up for a second, and she goes down again." I'm glad someone got a laugh out of it.
One of the craziest things that's happened to me took place in the office of a company that I used to work for. I was on the phone with a client explaining the benefits of his insurance policy. I had an itch on my leg and when I reached down to relieve said itch, my finger was met by what felt like a lit match. I look down and there is a giant bumble bee hanging out on the seam of my khakis. Keep in mind, I'm still on the phone with the client. The burning quickly turns to throbbing as my hand begins to swell up. I'm waving around like a lunatic trying to get the attention of a co-worker. I explain to my client that I need to call him back, trying to keep my voice steady and hold in the expletives that are dying to burst out. I slam down the phone and let the words loose (I think I taught my boss some new ones that day).
Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to leave your "who the hell does that happen to" stories in the comments. I love to hear other people's. It makes me feel like Murphy isn't just out to get me! (In case you're having a slow moment, Murphy, like Murphy's Law)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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