Ok so we are allowed to dress up this year again for Halloween at work. We aren't allowed to be anything naughty or obscene. I've decided that a gypsy would make a good costume for me. I've got an ankle length skirt, black, and I've got a couple of different tops I can wear with it. I'll curl the hell out of my hair and wear a scarf in it. I've got 'danglie' earrings. The only thing I really lack are bracelets, but I might be able to borrow some from my daughter and her friends. I'm sure they won't mind.

I'll definitely post pics when all this happens. I haven't decided if I am going to wear my heels ( the non-open-toed ones that bother my feet but slip off easily ) or if I'm going to wear my boots. I suppose it depends on the weather. If it rains then I'll definitely wear my boots, I can't stand wet feet. Or wet hose.

Today was absolutely one of the worst days I have had. I'm sick of the whining and I'm tired of being considered an enemy because I talk to the one girl at work all the time now. At least she is open and honest about who she is and what she wants and trying to get there. She doesn't whine and cry and stomp her feet when she doesn't get something she wants. She takes a new route, starts a new campaign and tries again. She inspires me. She makes me realize that I am also worth taking the time to improve myself and force those who pay me to look out because when I leave... I honestly think that a lot of things are going to get messed up.

I get told I'm snippy or that I'm mean when I state something honestly anymore. I don't care though. This is by people who can't accept the truth of reality. I can say that the sky is blue and they would have to disagree. Lately the one girl decides that she 'needs to stay away' from me because I am being snippy. Well sweetheart, get used to it, because it's not going away. I refuse to lie down and be walked on anymore. So I will be snippy. I'm not biting anyone's head off. I'm not yelling and screaming or physically hurting anyone. I'm being snide, sarcastic. But in my opinion I'm not! I simply say something that would make most people I talk to laugh! Ohwell. Their loss, right? I don't know. What I do know is that if I don't let some of the irritation out once in awhile I start to seriously hurt. Neck, shoulders and now in the chest area. Everything tightens up, everything starts to hurt. I can't move properly, I can't breathe. It is overwhelming.

But tonight I am feeling much better. The Kid is at a friend's house. I had a nice hot shower, a decent dinner, and I'm watching tv without distraction. I'm off. Laters.

So the latest coworker preparing to leave, the Techie, has been talked into staying an extra week. So instead of a two week notice, it's a three week notice. So yay, she'll be staying another week. It's actually quite relieving.

Been having issues sleeping. I sleep fine but when I wake up I feel as if I haven't slept. My honey calls me to say goodnight and talk for a bit and that's in the middle of the night, but I feel better after talking to him, listening to his voice. I sleep straight through the rest of the night, almost until the alarm goes off. Yet I wake up feeling tired. I really have to stop using the snooze. I seriously think that is the problem.

Alrighty, well I am off. Nothing much to say about today.

Looks like I get another buck an hour. I can almost pay bills and eat! This paycheck is already planned to be gone due to bills. But our cupboards are full thanks to the christmas bonus. So the next paycheck I get will actually have money in it that I can put away. Yay!

So I had a rough day today. I planned on ranting and raving here regarding the crap I waded through. But I am just too exhausted.

Ohwell. I may even go to bed early. Laters.

Ok so I did it. I was so fed up with coworkers the other day that I emailed my former coworker (The Tech Girl) my resume for the receptionist position that they've had open for about two weeks or more now. I already met with her direct boss and he told me straight out that he wanted my resume, that he thought I'd do really well there. That was in December. I was going to wait at least a month after she started there so I could get a full assessment of all the people she's working with, but what the hell. By the time I get interviewed and possibly offered the job she'll be able to give me a yay or nay on taking it.

I know she really wants me to work with her again though. I am one of the few people who actually does their work.

My main reason for doing it is that they rehired the Gossip Girl. You remember the one. She walks around for three hours a day (not all at once, but it adds up to that or longer) Well the Boss supposedly sat down and talked with her, or the Office Manager did, I don't know for sure, and the problem with her gossiping and the major mistakes she made have been addressed. I'm supposed to go to the Office Manager if the walking around and gossipping continues.

And if it's the Office Manager that she's talking and gossipping to? Then what do I do? If I go to the Boss and tell him "Look, it's the two of them. Now what do you want me to do?" then he'll say "Did you talk to the Office Manager about this?"

I was off for a week when my Honey came and made arrangements for some of the work that I do to be done. This included things that need to be taken care of right away. Something I couldn't do while I was at home - and refused to do anyway. Not one thing I requested got done. I had to do it when I got back. I discussed that with The Boss and he asked me - you guessed it - "Did you tell the Office Manager about this?" "Do that and have her email me saying that it was discussed."

Apparently when I am out, my job doesn't matter. People's claim information just gets shoved into a box and forgotten until they call in and no one knows who to tell them to call because it's off shoved into the box. And cancellations. Yep, those completely got forgotten because one person didn't have time and the other thought the former Tech Girl was supposed to do it. Erhm. I work with idiots. Why did I take the time to show the New Girl how to do it if the former Tech Girl was going to be doing it? The only thing the former Tech Girl was going to be doing was the downloading.

Honey thinks that if I get this job it will be a good thing for me and the Little Lady. I think so, too. If I get this job, even though it's just another receptionist job (remember, I'm Just the Receptionist!) it will mean better things. They have other openings, too, so maybe they'll decide I'm qualified for something better.

Ok the Little Lady has some homework and she needs to use the computer so I'm off and done bitching for now. Laters.

New and hopefully Improved...

So I have to tell the current Boss that I am putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow. Then I have to tell the Office Manager.

Tomorrow is going to be a very rough day. So any kind and wonderful thoughts and emotions you can send my way, I'd really appreciate it.

On with the news...

First the interview was quite interesting. He asked me all kinds of things, except my age. Though he tried to hint at that after I told him I had a 12 year old daughter. Swears I had to be 10 or 12 myself when pregnant in order to have a 12 year old daughter.

I was 50% ahead for being a redhead. I had to speak to the other person in the interview so that the Owner could hear my voice. I answered some general questions about answering phones and if I am easily frustrated and how I handle clients.

He asked me what my sign was, so I got more points for being a Pisces. I got even more points because I'm born on St. Patrick's Day.

Overall I think I'm really going to enjoy working there. Everyone seems pretty nice and Friday's I get to wear jeans.

Ok. I am off. Again, please send me lots of good feelings and kind thoughts. Laters.

. . . and counting.

7 more days of the same questions being asked over and over from the New Girl trying to play agent. 7 more days of intense training for my replacement. She has to be prepared when I leave. Beginning of the month tomorrow and Monday will be hellacious unless the elderly come in on Friday.

So I'm just counting down the days. And I'm going to upload some new pics that I'm sure you'll love.

Laters.

I know that I have less than two days at this job but I am completely exasperated yet again. I am still busting my ass to get the processing done and am actually almost completely done with it. If there is anything left after tomorrow it will all be current stuff that came in that day. Yet 'there wasn't that much to do.'

I am so sick and irritated. Wander and Gossip, that's all that is done around here. She doesn't get any of her work done and then whines about how unappreciated she is! She whines that the New Girl Pretending to be an Agent doesn't do her work right. Well, if she isn't going to be trained right and actually follow the training she's been given, then what more do you expect?

She's aggravated with the new receiptionist, too. 'She isn't getting it.' Bullshit. You're being rough on someone new because you want to be a bitch and make everyone think you are perfect.

I've only got 1 day, 4 hours and around 30 minutes left. I can make it. I know tomorrow is just going to be bad. Everyone is upset with me leaving, I can feel it. Either that or they just don't care. I never did anything for them. I never put irate clients into voice mail for them. I never did any work at all that helped them out in all the years I've worked here. I just wandered around the office all day long, why would I answer the non-stop ringing phone?

UGH. I am so absolutely agitated. I am just going to wrap my anger around me like a cloak and let it keep me warm when I go back into the cube to work on the rest of the processing.

I am off. Laters.

One more day.

One more day full of wandering around and gossipping. One more day of telling the new Receptionist that she can do it, that she has the capability to do the job. Another day of reassuring her to not let the others upset her.

The Office Manager walked up to her at 4:59 and told her that she's not allowed to wear tennis shoes. Yeah, 4:59. She waited until the absolute end of the day to confront her on something I hadn't even noticed.

Ok. So she'll complain about someone's fucking shoes, but she won't force someone to sit their ass down and do their work? That's absolutely insane. At least the new receptionist is doing her best at doing the job. She still struggles now and then but that's going to happen. Apparently, shoes are more important than clients.

I think I'll tell Boss Jr that when I see him tomorrow.

One More Day.

It's done. It's over. The torment for the time has ended.

My final day consisted of a little bit of joking around. A little bit of work that I got done. A lunch with the office manager and boss jr. Final hugs, several final hugs. More hugs. I got a ton of hugs today. An early birthday card that is beautiful and much appreciated (I got yelled at for opening it early....oooops).

One almost cried, which made another almost cry. No one officially cried. There was ice cream cake and a candle. Everyone wished me luck. It's like I'm some how living out their wants and needs of leaving there of my own will and going on to something that I've always wanted. Something they haven't been able to do, for some. And others who have tried and came back. Then those who are trying to leave and just can't seem to. The ones who are born to the place they are in I feel for because they didn't get to live whatever dream they had when they were children.

Today was a good day for being the end of a chapter in my life. A nice, long, discussion with boss jr regarding morale, problems, ideas, and hopes. A final long talk about being appreciated and wished more good luck and hopes that everything works out.

A collection of last minute items. A favorite, hard earned coffee mug, hand lotion, a copy of the final time sheet for records purposes. Wondering if they are going to pay me what I had left in vacation and sick pay. They did when the one girl left. So why not me? I've earned that time. I put in long, hard, stress-filled hours for that privilige. Maybe I'll get lucky and they will.

I promised I would keep in touch and I will. I promised that I'd go to lunch with people and let htem know things are going well. I'm still upset about a few things that someone had no right revealing and I will always know that I can't trust that person with any personal information again. Sad, I know.

Ok well. Off for now. Perhaps a new post shall appear tomorrow. We will see. Laters.

So tomorrow is another first day to the future. I know every day is another step to tomorrow, but tomorrow is very important. Tomorrow I start a new job. Tomorrow I have to learn the ropes somewhere else. Tomorrow I will learn who automatically gets voice mailed and who doesn't. I'll learn, on an early basis, to lie to the new boss because the people that got me this job, well one of them anyway, tends to be hard to find. I have to pretend that he's there or looking at him or whatever.

But tomorrow is a step to the future. Tomorrow I get to meet the people in the graphics department who 'have been drooling over me' before they've even met me. Before they have even seen anything I have worked on.

Tomorrow I will have a brand spanking new piece of machinery to work on insead of a 20 year old piece of junk that tends to stop responding after a few clicks ( even with regular cleaning and maintenance)....

Ok so I am off to bed. Tomorrow is coming and it will be today sooner than I think. Sweet dreams to all.

Ok so I had a minute to let people know that I'm still alive and well.

I also wanted to stop in and say how much I enjoy ignoring people who are immature and overemotional at work. This person simply can't control herself and I think it's hilarious.

I love the fact that me having a good day is enough to piss her off. I love the fact that she can't stand the fact that I have no need to speak to her unless absolutely necessary.

I also love the fact that it has to be absolutely aggravating that I can pretend she doesn't even exist unless *I* have to get something from her. And she has absolutely no choice to give it to me.

Laters!

So yesterday I spent the day folding and stuffing end of the the month statements for customers. I finished those up this morning. I also got to stick stickers on envelopes for something personal the boss is doing yesterday when I got sick of folding and stuffing.

This was SO much fun I continued doing it today. I got to stick stickers and fold letters and stuff envelopes. All Fucking Day.

Can you tell how thrilled I am that I got to do this?

I quit around 430 because I had had enough. I even took a break doing tis by alphabetizing some stuff for another person but it didn't take long enough.

Being as I didn't finish today I will be sticking, folding and stuffing tomorrow. When I quit doing it today I started working on graphics. I want to finish those soon. I like impressing the in-house graphic artist with my speed and quality of work.

Class started again yesterday. I'm in web scripting. So it should be fun, I should learn some new things.

Ok, I'm off to bed. It's late and I'm beat. Laters.

These are the days I wish I were independently rich. Either people are trying to annoy me by bitching and moaning (apparently they keep trying even though they don't get a reaction from me) or they try to freeze me out. I am so sick and tired of people bitching and moaning about their fucking lives. What do they expect me to do about it? Basically, I have the urge to tell them to grow the fuck up and get over it.

All I heard today was "I'm hot." "It's too hot up here." "OMG it's so hot in here!" to the point where someone went and turned down the fucking heat. They turned down the fucking heat even though they saw that I was covered up in my fucking coat. I keep wondering if these people think that if they make it cold enough that I'll leave. Oh wait. They don't want me to leave, then one of them would have to answer the fucking phone.

They interviewed yet another person for the position I want. I'm getting fed up about that, too. I've gotten to the point that if they screw me over on the position then I will simply have school find me a place to work or help me start out on my own when I graduate.

I'm exhausted and going to lay down now.

_S I G H_

I am trying to be in a good mood, but people are making it extremely rough today. More later, please stay tuned!

So today was a pain in the ass. I had to hear the Hyena all day today. Her voice, her annoying fucking laugh. The Hyena can't even interact with anyone that doesn't have a dick between their legs properly. Oh wait, she can't interact with them properly either because she's all in their face and practically rubbing against them when she discusses things with them. She tries to act all flirty and cute but her voice is worse than the chick from Sorority Boys.

The guy I was going to work for as an assistant, you know the graphics guy, came up to me today and asked me where I had left off in the photo resizing project because they couldn't figure it out. He and his assistant couldn't figure out that I had left off on the same photo in each folder because they didn't look. Ok, if he couldn't figure it out alone and his assistant couldn't figure it out alone, how fucking stupid can they both be if they couldn't figure it out together?

I need to resend an email to my academic advisor because she still has not gotten back to me on a proposted graduation date.

I had planned on doing some work on the computer but I kept falling asleep and somehow my honey forced me into taking a 3 hour nap. Better than a three hour tour anyday!

Today seemed to last forever. The end of the day, say like 5pm when all the crazy people leave, is always a better time. It lasts extremely long but it is so much more relaxed.

Alright. I am off. I feel much better, thank you.

Is it so hard to ask for a job where everyone works? So far every job I have had over the years there was always someone who had to screw it up for the rest of us. The last job she had help being in good with the person in charge of the office. This job.. I don't get it. Even if the supervisor or the boss tell her to do the job she will behave herself for a week or so and then go back to doing absolutely nothing again.

And she wonders why she isn't making any money to pay her bills.

All I want is to work with people who will work. And they wonder why the illegal immigrants are taking over.

Sooo get this. Friday my honey brought me a java chip frappy from starschmucks (you know who I mean)... and again he brought me one today. Apparently, according to the Boss and the resident artiste I should look like a cow. Yep. A moo cow no less.

My honey is being mean and trying to make me look like cousin It as I type all of this. I recently had 4 inches cut off my hair. Yep, 4 inches. Right now he doesnt realize it but I have my eyes closed as I type this. HAHAHAHA.He is ontinuing to try to cover my face with hair yet my eyes are still closed.

I am going to leave this post (other than any coding errors alone) so that he reaizes I can somewhat type. I know I am making mistakes, I can tell if my fingers aren't hitting the keys just so... But I won't fix them because he's being a silly butt and testing my so-called typing ability. I wonder how many errros I've made so far. I am used to correcting myself as I go but that doesn't mean anything.

Ok, he's leaving me alone for the moment.

Homework has been a touch rough. The tutorials are worth doing. My honey is messing with me yet again, apparently he missed me today.

Ok, well I am going to spend the next hour with my honey since he missed me oh so much that he ignored me online all day. LATERS!

So today I have been paging the hell out of phone calls all morning - note I've only been here an hour and not quite fifteen minutes so far - and the day has already gotten messy. I've actually thought of taking the boring time of my day (meaning the time between phone blowups) and trying to write stories again. The problem with this is that when the phones aren't ringing off the hook people tend to walk around the office back and forth through the area here and I have to stop everything I am doing because it is usually not allowed. (Things not allowed: Reading articles of any kind, reading personal email of any kind, staring off into space for any reason... and such)

I took a vitamin with my coffee this morning, yes I know pat me on the head for being a good girl, and have decided to start taking them on Wednesday mornings. I think once a week should be plenty since I eat fairly healthy.

So things around here have been really swamped. The phones won't stop ringing. I'm so ready to quit working here. I am so tired of being the receptionist. I want to go somewhere to work that I can sit far away from people. I'd like to have a window so I can have natural light to help diffuse the awful florescent lights. I'd like to go to work, do my job, and go home. Such a thing will never happen being a receptionist.

Well, it's almost lunch and I want to clean the computer off before I go. Laters.

So apparently because I didn't know that I'm supposed to ask a certain someone where another certain someone may have acquired a product that we had in the store, which was not listed in our inventory, and not priced, I know absolutely nothing and, once again, do absolutely nothing all day long.

Ok, wait. Go back and reread that paragraph. Actually, I don't recall a point where the Troll thought I ever did anything at all because, apparently (and I should be oh so grateful for this) the Troll picks up about 50 phone calls a day that *I* miss.

I sit around all day and do nothing. I don't answer the phones and page phone calls or help customers regarding the products in our store, which I know hardly anything about because I was obviously improperly trained as it is. I don't help fold and stuff statements every single month. I haven't been helping the lady in AR by alphabetizing the invoices so she can file them (I'd file them, too, but then I would miss calls.), I also don't help her go over accounts from the previous day and match credit card payments to the form we print out with everything that went through. I haven't been helping the purchasing department get their purchase orders and invoices in order. I don't sort the mail, and I have never requested help in sorting the mail - that gets forced on me when I don't need it, because oh my freaking lord I just take too long sorting the mail.

I don't help anyone with anything. Obviously.

So when I need help, I get badmouthed. I'm stupid. I don't do anything. I'm a bitch. I apparently don't have a coherent thought in my head.

Basically, what happened is that something we had one left of in the store wasn't priced. I asked ten people and even called the purchaser at the other warehouse to find out what the price was. The purchaser told me that he didn't know anything about it, it wasn't in the inventory, he couldn't tell me anything. So I proceeded to go and ask other people in the office. I got a bunch of "I don't knows" and a huge range of prices but no one could tell me for sure.

So then I got told to go to the controller and I basically told him if he couldn't find a price, or give me a price, that I was going to quit right then and there. By this time the customer gave up on waiting for me and left. But anyway, the AP girl called over to the purchaser at the other warehouse to find out what company it was purchased from. He gave her two possibilities. Ok, if he had this information in the first place, don't you think I could have used that when I called in the first time instead of telling me he knew nothing about it because it wasn't in the inventory?

Oh wait, I'm the Stupid Silly Bitch. So sorry.

I'm in the lunch room, attempting to read my school book because big mouth is bothering me by wagging her tongue at me, when the AR lady comes into the lunch room to take her lunch break and, as she giggles, tells me what a Stupid Silly Bitch I am. I knew she was messing with me and I knew she was letting me know that the Troll was badmouthing me, possibly to the Hyena.

I love nicknaming people. There's the Mouth, the Troll, the Hyena and the Poseur. I can't tell you who these people are, because that would be bad of me and I don't care to get my hand smacked. There are others, but I don't really have nicknames for them yet. Sorry.

After awhile I was chatting and thought, gee, I could sue the Troll for Slander. But then a wonderful woman, I have an office nickname for her but I don't want to use it here in case they find me, told me no no, that I would want to sue her for defamation of character since she's quietly badmouthing me to, not only other office employees, but also to the boss when he's in the office.

So I mentioned to a couple of other people, jokingly and mentioning no names whatsoever, that I could do such a thing. One person mentioned to me that I should open a class action suit so that others who have had this same problem with her in the past, and those who have it now in the present, could join in on the lawsuit.

At least *then* should have a wonderful reason to say bad things about me, right? People tell me all the time that she talks about everyone this way and that I should just 'let it go' and all, but I put up with being badmouthed at my previous place of employment for years.

You want to know who the people are that badmouth me? The ones that *can't* get their work done because they are too busy badmouthing me and others like me who do work. They are too busy whining and crying about their miserable lives and how much work they have to do and they can't seem to figure out why there isn't any time to do it.

Those who get their work done, like I do, I don't mind helping them. But I think it is wrong that I have to do projects assigned to people who are too busy bullshitting their day away and can't get them done. I am sick and tired of all that shit that gets piled on me. I am sick and tired that when I complain, and they are honest complaints mind you, about someone who isn't doing their fair fucking share of the work, that nothing, absolutely nothing, gets done. They get told "People are saying you aren't helping, blahblahblah" and that's it. There's no following up, there isn't anything that gets written down and put into the file for future reference, yet that's familiar because nothing was ever written down for personnel files at my previous job either.

I'm a damn good receptionist. I do more than my fucking share of the work and I know that my previous job was extremely sorry to see me go. I also know that when I leave this place, there will be people who miss me as well because I do the job.

Is it really that fucking hard to sit your ass down and do your own work? Do as I do, go to work, do your job, and go home. Don't throw your miseries on the rest of the employees and don't bitch about others who you can't hold a flame to. Get your own blog and bitch about it there, just like I do. Oh wait. I do work, so I'm allowed to bitch about those who don't.

If anyone is interested in joining the Stupid Silly Bitches Posse, please feel free to contact me at: chelle(@)sweetly-evil.org. If I get enough actual people who have a really good reason as to why they are a Stupid Silly Bitch and why they should be able to join the Posse, I'll start a blog and we can all post the wonderful things that make us Stupid Silly Bitches. And yes, this will be an all Female blog. Laters.

Ok, so I know someone who is getting fired. Really fired, not just the 'ok we are going to fire you and move you here' fired, but fired fired.

I like this person and thought they were a hardworker. Am I wrong when I see this person working hard? Perhaps what I see isn't working hard at all? I don't know. I'm sure there are others that know this person is getting fired and what really sucks is that they are going on vacation tomorrow and friday. Guess when they are doing interviews? Tomorrow.

How would you like to go on vacation and come back to work to find someone else has taken your job?

I'm sure I'll be finding out how this person feels when they return from vacation. Or maybe this person will have some time to work before they get let go.

I should be in bed but I laid around in bed all afternoon. I'm off anyway. Laters.

I really, as always, don't care or want to go to work. Why is it that I can't find a good paying job where I don't have to deal with the stupid people of the office? Every single day there are 3 or 4 people that I just want to tell them to go back to their desks and do their work. That's why I have the time to help people. The only people I help are the ones who are doing their work and are backed up because they are trying to do other people's work.

What pisses me off is that the boss has the audacity to comment on how well I dress for work, how professional or nice I look, how he likes my shoes, etc, but he doesn't have the common fucking sense to comment on how well I do my job.

He doesn't comment on how well I do my job because the troll is always telling him what a horrible job I'm doing. No matter what you do or what you go through the day, her day is always more busy, more stressful, more aggravating. My day is a pain in the ass because she is the pain.

I am looking for other work, but I want to work in the type of business that I am going to school for. I don't have to have an entry level job to start out with what I'm going to school for, but just getting a job doing something with a company that knows what they are doing would be quite benefitial to the future I wanted.

So I endure with the bullshit that is going on here and make sure that I continue to do my work and help those who I know are really working. Hopefully all the pain and suffering will eventually pay off. Not sure how much more I can take.

Today is one of those days where I am feeling absolutely worthless. I find all kinds of jobs that I qualify for and am even overexperienced for but no one calls or emails me to offer me an interview. Is there someone out there in California with my name that has a bad reputation? Did something bad about me make it here before I arrived?

The thing is, I have a good work ethic. I go to work every day, no matter how much I don't want to get out of bed. I have gone to work in pain, unable to move my neck (I don't recommend this by the way) and got yelled at by a doctor when I told him I'd be going the rest of the week because the lady who covers me when I am out just had her last day that day.

I help others who are swamped. I filed their paperwork, folded and stuffed their outgoing mail, put in notes for them if necessary, and more. No, I don't have a BS in Administrative Assistant but what AA does? I want to know an Admin or Office Manager or Receptionist (I know damn well you don't need a BS or AS to be a receptionist when you have 7 years experience) that has a degree for that job.

I have web design experience as well. 12 years worth, all self-taught. I'm going to school for a certificate in Web Design. Yes, I admit, I should have gone for the AS recommended by the recruiter but I didn't even know if I wanted to take the certificate courses!

I know that my instructors know more than they are teaching, or I hope they do because if they don't, then there are problems. I hate the fact that I have to go through learning Tables and Frames - which are mostly deprecated - to get to anything good. Well, Flash was fun. I have to keep doing tutorials though in order to remember how to use it, so I guess that class wasn't all that great. I graduate in March and the only new things that I have learned are Flash and .... well I got an A in PHP but the only things I know how to use are the includes, which if I can, may start doing sometime here at Disillusioned.

I created an intranet for my job at the agency after cannibilizing the graphic-based one and grew on it. It wasn't pretty and graphical, it was simple, but it worked. The same menu on every page, no frames, no tables, simple CSS and HTML is all I needed.

I am not an amature when it comes to being a receptionist. I do consider myself an amature when it comes to web design only because I don't know PHP, ASP and other languages used to make the sites fantastic. I would really rather focus on Flash though. I love making stuff with it that actually works. I get quite frustrated when I am working on stuff because I can't get it to do what I want, but when I figure out what I'm doing wrong or decide I have to go another direction, then I get thrilled because it's working.

Any recommendations out there? I'm planning to apply at WM when Christmas is over. I don't want to do it now because I'd probably kill people. I hate people. I can get along with anyone, though. I can grin and bear it. I can pitch in. I can work hard.

Why I don't know. Oh yeah, money.

So I need to rejoin the working world and I've finally contacted the temp agency in the city close by. I have applied for several jobs from Monster, Careerbuilder, Craigslist and a few other places that aren't even worth mentioning and have only heard back from one. They wanted me to start a little after 4 in the morning and I prefer being able to see my family and have dinner with them rather than come home and eat and go straight to bed.

They said they'd hold on to my resume in case a different time slot became available or if something didn't work out.

Anyway, I contacted the temp agency by emailing my resume and applying for a job that is close by, or I assume it's close by, it said it was in the same town the Little Lady goes to school in. So it better be there and not some sort of lure to make me apply for it.

Yeah it's like 130 in the morning and I've been up since 7 am. Don't ask me why, I don't have a clue and my sleep cycle has been horribly off lately.

Back to the main reason I am here. I am happy to announce that I have a tentative appointment for Friday at 2 pm. Tentative because I had to let Honey know and to make sure he'd be available for the drive in , plus we can kill two birds with one stone by taking the Little Lady and a friend to the mall to do their shopping while I am at my appointment which is supposed to be an hour long.

So I'll be dressed up all snazzy on Friday. No, I probably won't take any photos. I know, you miss photos of me. Well, perhaps there'll be photos of me again, for now, you get the animals and the other crazy things I put up.

The lady I spoke with asked me what I was interested in doing. I know, shock and awe, right? I told her if they could find me entry level web design, that I would be thrilled and if they got me a receptionist position it would do. Either way, I'd have a job (I didn't tell her that). Then she wanted to know if I was interested in Full time, part time or just plain temping. I told her any of those options would be fine. I hope I don't sound desperate for a job or anything. I have to call tomorrow and let them know that I am available.

You'll notice in the right hand networking bar that I've added a new item, if it's working. It's my widget for my profile/portfolio at Coroflot. If you want to see the stuff that AIO is teaching me and some other stuff I've done then feel free to visit there and check it out. Leave comments if you so wish, I'll be happy to check them out.

It's late. Why am I not tired? Perhaps because I have had three cups of coffee today and one of them is still sitting in front of me needing to be finished off? That might be it. Although the first two I made completely myself and I always make them less than regular strength coffee. I like coffee, but I don't like being jittery and since Folgers makes me jittery sometimes, I use less than I would if it were Maxwell House. Honey tossed some of his freshly ground Starbucks Christmas Blend that he got for his birthday in instead of the Folgers, and he used twice what I normally do even for a large-sized cup, so I am completely and utterly coffee'd up right now.

I don't think it would be a good idea to stay up all night though so I will be going to lay down with my alarm set today (I don't think I actually set it for this morning). Sweet Dreams Everyone. Thanks for visiting!

So I am all dressed up with somewhere to go. I'll be heading out the door in about 10 minutes with Honey to go get the Little Lady to then go to the little city next door and start my interview. I have the directions and the address of the place I am going which is always helpful. I have a copy of my resume, my license, my social security card, proof of residence and my birth certificate (all things so they know I am who I am and live where I live).

I want this to be quick and easy. I really want this to be quick and easy. Please help me by hoping that this is quick and easy. I hate interviews. Jobs I can handle, but interviews are a pain in the tushie. I'll let you know how it goes, I know you are just sitting on the edge of your seat. Laters.

So other than filling out some of the paperwork that the computer application didn't do for me and signing lots of things and filling out a W4 and other tax paperwork, the interview went much quicker than I originally thought it would, but then again I arrived early.

We got to the office at about 130 so I was already way early. I got in, told them who I was and that I had a 2pm appointment. I got handed a bunch of paperwork to go over and a short test (no math on this one, folks!) that kind of weirded me out.

Apparently they don't allow their temporary employees to do things like handle cash (which is fine by me, I always hated taking payments - thousands upon thousands of dollars have gone through these skinny little fingers) and they also don't allow their temps to do work that is outside the job description without permission. So if the boss or supervisor asks me to do something that isn't on the list of tasks I'm hired to do I have to call the temp agency and tell them what's going on. Also you aren't allowed to do any driving for the company with your car or theirs (I figure this has a lot to do with insurance) and I like that, too.

I did realize half way home that I forgot the booklet and so forth that they gave me. Oops. I'm sure I can get another.

They do have all the information available at their site, no I won't be linking them here. If you live in the NorCal area or want to know if they are in your state, then feel free to email me at the address under my photo to the left. I'll share the company name and a link to their website and we'll forget it ever happened. This is actually a temp agency I wouldn't mind working for and I told them that. Everyone has been really great and they have all been genuinely happy in their work. I don't see that often.

Other things I like is that if a job is stressing you out or causing you mental or physical discomfort you call them and tell them. They'll place you somewhere else, no other questions asked.

The only downside is that with it being the end of the year they don't currently have anywhere that is hiring, especially in our area. The places they have are two hours away and they understand that no one would want to drive that. So they are going to look for jobs in my immediate area and in the Little City they are located in. Which is fine with me. I told them that Honey can ride with me until I get used to driving to the location in the Little City.

The girl I spoke with (yes girl, she was younger than me, so girl) told me that although they loved my resume I had to fix some things. Apparently since no one reads anymore (the stats are in folks, start reading, please!) she wants me to turn the lovely (stressfilled) paragraphs I wrote about my previous work places into single sentence bulletins with something like a tagline under the name of the company that details what it does.

I'll be doing that and sending her the email addresses of people who I have previously worked with, which I will send one out to them letting them know, so that they can check my references without having to deal with the time difference between west and east.

Ok, now that I have reminded myself of the things I need to do, I am going to go and do them as soon as I start dinner. Laters.

For whatever reason Web Design jobs are pretty scarce around this area. You think California, you think Silicon Valley, you think Technology. Well, since I don't live any where near Silicon Valley, Web Design jobs are hard to find. I found one today during my search and have sent them my resume. Wish me luck, I really need a job. Hopefully I will get (at the very least) an email from them. I put in my email that I'd be happy to speak with them through email or over the phone if they wish to do that before a face to face interview. Perhaps I'll actually get a reply.

I tried looking up jobs at the one temp agency's website that I am signed up with and no matter what I do, even leaving it blank, there aren't any results. I don't understand that at all. There's either something wrong with their database or some miracle caused them to have all jobs filled and they are waiting for more employers to seek their services. I highly doubt the latter.

Well I am off to attempt working on the portfolio site. I'd love to get it officially 'done'. Laters.