Blah! Had crap telemarketing job, lost crap telemarketing job. She said it was because I wasn't "a good fit", and that's true. I may have very few morals, but the few I do have don't involve scamming people. It's a big part of why I hated Dillard's. Fuckers. Anyhow. When I was being asked to quit she was going on about how she didn't relaly think it was going to work, and she could tell I was unhappy, and so on and so forth... and if you were really that convinced I wasn't going to work out, why was I hired? I mean, that's the most confusing part. I thought that was the purpose of the whole interview type process. If you can tell in the interview that it isn't going to work, then you don't hire that person. I knew something was up when she didn't even look at the application she had me fill out, and the only question she asked was if she hired me would I show up on Monday morning. *sigh* I should have said no. I was just excited at the thought of maybe being able to pay the bills. It'll work out. I called back about a job with the San Pedro Playhouse, and she found my resume and talked it over with me on the phone, and congratulated me on my luck for actually catching her when she felt like talking to someone. Apparently that lucky phone call took me from lost in about a hundred resumes to being on the short list of people to be interviewed. Happily she's a Trinity alum and so we know some of the same theatre folk. Heh. She got sidetracked from my box office experience and started asking about my electrician experience and how much carpentry I know. Who knew lounging about the theatre and hanging out in Willy's office would actually pay off? Take *that* rule 12! Heh. Not that anyone paid attention to that anyhow. Am still tempted to email Rinear about it. You know, back in high school I joked about always wanting to quit drama, but never being able to. Then I wound up being involved in various ways throughout college, now I'm marrying a technical director to be, and may be working in a theatre. I give up. Yes, theatre owns me. Now can I please get paid for it again? (Though slightly more than Trinity paid me would be nice... which reminds me, Andrew got the Stieren position this semester! Hooray for Dave being in Scotland.)
Gah 3:30. Andrew is currently grinding away on WoW, something about cleaning up a few quests. I can't wait for a real job with a real paycheck, so I can get a real computer. *sigh* But yes. 3:30 am... fixing sleep schedule. Going to bed now. Ok, going to bed to read... but still, bed! Especially since Puck has been whining for about 4 hours now. Stupid cat... can't be an alarm clock, can't bring me a beer, can't clean the kitchen, but he *can* enforce bedtime. Hrmph.
This is Puck's nemesis. We've named him Foamy. Before you think this photo is a matter of luck of catching him flopped down at just the right moment, let me correct you. That is Foamy's spot, man. It's his nap place. It just happens to also be perfectly placed for cat taunting. 
