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| Of jobs and haircuts and Antonio Banderas |
| 02.25.04 (8:17 pm) [edit] |
It seems that, sometime between now and the last time I searched in vain for a decent job, I'd forgotten how much I hated job-hunting. Let's just say the last week has reminded me. Both today and Monday, I got up at ungodly (for me) hours to drive all over the Lansing area, picking up pieces of paper on which I write the same mundane facts about myself to turn in and then maybe--MAYBE--get a job at the end of April. I'm starting to feel so hopeless about it, because I'm reminded so much of last May, when I did much the same thing (at many of the same places) and was met with such utter disinterest that I ended up having to take a miserable job as a dish washer at a restaurant called the "Williamston Roadhouse." Sometimes I fill out an application, look over the answer, and think, who is the mentally-challenged 14-year-old who wrote this thing for me and why did I let them do it? A few greatest hits (written in all caps because it's the only way I can print even semi-legibly): "I HAVE EXPERIENCE WORKING IN A LIBRARY AND AM KNOWLEDGEABLE IN THE AREA OF CATEGORIZING DIFFERENT TYPES OF BOOKS." "I GO TO THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, WHERE I STUDY CREATIVE WRITING AS WELL AS FILM." "I AM HARD-WORKING AND CAPABLE OF STAYING ON TASK."
It's all just so tedious and mundane as to be almost ridiculous. I honestly can't tell whether what I'm saying is actually this stupid, or whether I just think it's stupid because the things I have to tell about myself are paradoxically obvious and yet not at all helpful in understanding me as a person. I just hate putting myself out here like this to be judged; not just judged, but judged by standards I don't even care about. I can't wait until I get a job and this shit is all behind me (for another year, at least). Though the way I'm predicting things to go--that is, another year with six applications in and no interest anywhere--I might as well be trying to win the lottery.
I hate jobs. Working for them and looking for him. I think I'm just going to find some rich old eccentric pervert and let him paint nudes of me in return for food, lodging, tuition and the occasional spending money. That may sound degrading to you, but if you've ever washed dishes, you'll know it's actually an improvement.
In better news, I saw Ben today, for the first time since the David Bowie concert last month (which was, if you're wondering, excellent). We had a nice long chat over a truly awful movie called [i]Two Much[/i], starring Antonio Banderas and Melanie Griffith. In the movie, Antonio Banderas plays a con man who falls in love with Melanie Griffith's sister, but he's already [u]accidentally[/u] become engaged to Melanie Griffith because--get this--while he's sitting there talking to her, a guy on the floor upstairs drops a ring through the floorboards, it falls onto her lap, and ANTONIO IS TOO MUCH OF A JACKASS TO JUST SAY HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THE RING CAME FROM. That's right, folks: you [i]can[/i] be bluffed into marriage, and don't you forget it. So anyway, in order to get with the woman he really wants (and evade Melanie's ex-husband, who incidentally is a mobster), Antonio (or "Art," as his character is called--all too fittingly, as he is a former artist who now specializes in selling artwork) puts his con man skills to work and invents an imaginary twin brother named "Bart," who of course looks exactly like Art, except his hair is not in a ponytail and he wears these little round glasses, thus rendering him completely unrecognizable to his fiancee. He then goes about dating [i]both[/i] sisters, as two different people ([i]TWO Much[/i]...get it?). Obviously, this presents the following problem: even if the woman he's after falls in love with Bart but still hates Art (which she does), and even if Melanie Griffith falls out of love with Art (which I imagine she probably would), how the hell does (B)Art manage to reconcile the fact that his quasi-girlfriend is now in love with someone who doesn't exist? I wish I could tell you the answer to this quandary, but we turned off the movie before it ended. All I can tell you is that it had something to do with a carful of comical old men jumping a bridge during a car chase and a lot of gratuitous shots of Antonio Banderas's chest hair. I must see the beginning and end of that movie.
In a last piece of good news, I got my hair cut today and I like it. No, it doesn't look like the picture (it never does), in fact it's much shorter, but I feel about twenty pounds lighter without all that hair and I look like an upstanding, clean-cut young boy. I can't wait to find out how low-maintenance it is next morning. No more half hour in front of the mirror trying to dry and shape my hair every morning! I can take that wasted time and use it for something worthwhile...like sleeping, something I've been doing so little I ended up dozing off again this evening while I was reading [i]Native Son[/i]! Can you tell how happy I am by the amount of exclamation points I'm using?! Because I'm actually not this excited at all!
Listening to: 1969 by the Stooges
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posted by: Dan (reply)
post date: 02.25.04 (9:05 pm)
Oh, golly. Your account of your job search has got me even more "fired up" for my own tomorrow, if such is possible, and if we understand that, in Dan-speak, words in quotation marks mean their opposite.
Actually, we'll probably be hitting a lot of the same places, which could make for a sitcom-plot level of hijinks. On my list are Barnes and Noble, Schulers, Waldenbooks, Best Buy, Sam Goody, Elderly Instruments and Marshall Music. Anyway, good luck getting in somewhere that doesn't suck.
posted by: churchofmadlove (reply)
post date: 02.25.04 (10:07 pm)
Yeah, sounds like we might cross paths...though the music stores would probably be more ideal for you, though. I also didn't do Best Buy, because in Okemos at least, the employees are usually frat boy types who like to chuck footballs back and forth between eachother and I'm afraid they would beat me up. It looks like lately my job choices are leaning toward libraries...I'm a little afraid that I'll be a librarian for the rest of my life. Anyway, good luck to you too.
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