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Contemplating the Next Steps

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Still unemployed, still looking. I’m down to this feeling of malaise that sometimes borders on a panic attack… mainly from thinking about the bills.

When I’m not thinking about bills, I’m finding myself doing a lot of thinking about what I need to do next.

World of Warcraft makes it a little easier to put the thoughts out of my mind for a few hours, but it’s slowly getting so nothing can truly make me stop thinking about it. It’s completely impossible to even feel like playing with my site, even though it needs it. There’s just too much quiet time, I guess.

I’ve been working so hard and for what? Nothing so far. *sigh* I have all those student loans and no job and no prospects to show for it. I admit… I’m more than a little burnt out. For the past 10 years, each and every month has been a battle. And I’m tired.

I’m a computer programming and web design student. I enjoy both the code and the graphics, which is why I’ve chosen Web Design and Development. (Though; frankly, if I can even be doing something with computers I’m reasonably happy.) The problem here in Michigan is that most job openings in what I want to do require a minimum of 3 years doing this sort of stuff in an actual business setting, plus a bachelor’s degree. There’s quite a lot of job titles like Senior Designer, Senior Programmer, Senior Analyst, Senior Developer… almost nothing for Entry Level or Junior.

The economic situation isn’t making living easy in any state but Michigan is creeping up to a 10% unemployment rate. Given the emphasis, even today, on the auto industry in this state I really am scared to think what might happen if one of the Detroit Three goes under. Almost all we hear about is the Auto Industry and Healthcare for area jobs. Do I stay in Michigan and attempt to find just any job? (And I know myself… I’ll quickly become frustrated since I’m not doing what I’ve been working towards.) Or, do I count my losses and move out of state?

I’m beginning to feel that I’ve been taken in by some great scam in regards to Baker College Online. I go to college to learn how to do things related to my chosen career. While I understand a lot of this is supposed to be the foundations so I can learn the different languages on my own, a lot of the courses seem to be a sampler. Beyond the samplers, I’m supposed to learn everything on my own. That’s thousands of dollars beyond college I just don’t have. Many instructors I’ve had aren’t really teaching, they’ve just been there to grade the papers (maybe).

I keep finding myself being presented with material that assumes you’re already in the field, not attempting to learn it. I voiced my concerns and found myself ridiculed by my classmates. However, that could also be my classmates attempting to fulfill the college’s “participation” requirement and criticism comes easily for many people. Back at Central Michigan University, I was able to attend class and many times I didn’t have to speak. I just handed my work in, passed the exams, life went on. So, do I continue with Baker College Online or do I go back to a physical campus? I already lost my financial aid because I couldn’t complete the internship, though I believe I still have an appeal left. Do I really want to fight for my financial aid when I’m not getting the support from the college in the first place?

I know I can’t stop going to college. That Bachelor’s degree is something I need in this world… and it will likely be manditory in the economic world after we get through this mess.

On the subject of relationships…. *sigh* Dating on the whole is just a stress I don’t need right now. A lot of guys want to look at only one facet of my personality and ignore the rest. My diabetes doesn’t help either. The first time I have a Low around them, their inner Knight in Shining Armor or Superman comes out wanting to save me when all I need is a regular soda and a bag of chips to stabilize my blood sugar levels. Then there’s the aggression towards other males or the suddenly fragile egos. It makes me want to whack them a few times with a rolled up newspaper.

No Experience

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

Thanks everyone for your thoughts about the job offer. I doubt I’m going to get it. They want 3 – 5+ years of actual work experience for this job.

So, it’s off to internship searching for me. It’s the only thing that’s going to get me enough experience. They’re starting to nag me about the whole moderator thing over on Luna, so I have to switch gears back to the usual. (Not that I’m complaining, sometimes I need nagging.)

*glomps!* ありがと ~♥

Hey LiveJournal!

Friday, January 11th, 2008

I mean seriously — the S2 source code is a good way to learn but it would be much better facilitated by properly documenting your code like you’re supposed to!

Still trying to get my new LiveJournal layout coded. I know I could have just re-styled an existing layout using CSS, but I wanted to use my full design — not LiveJournal’s. Besides, none of my attempts really resulted in anything usable.

So, I’m actually coding my layout using S2. Trust me, it’s way more complicated than Wordpress or any of the other blog systems I’ve used. Couldn’t they have used a template system?? Oh well, I guess. I am pretty thankful for my experience in C++, Visual Basic, and Java.

 

 

Yes, if you know my schedule — I’m playing hooky tonight. We had heavy rain today, which changed over to heavy snow by the time we had to set out for work at 10pm.

Visibility was down to maybe 5 – 10 feet and mom could barely keep control of the car at 15mph. It was really scary when we had to pass the swamp and then the lake; both have steep ravines down to the water. By the time we reached the firehouse (a truck pulled out just before we got there with full lights and sirens) we decided that retreat was the better part of valor. So anyway, still at home. Second week in a row we didn’t make it for the Friday shift.

Oh well, I guess. Gives me a chance to catch up on havocmangawip’s yummy Havoc/Sciezka fic and code my LJ layout until I pass out. (Of course, the paper I have to write for WEB411 hasn’t found it’s way in front of me.)

Misinterpretation: Being nice = Interested

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

I had to train a new guy at work today and while it was fun actually working with someone for a change, it very quickly went over to creepy when it became clear he had misinterpreted me being nice as being sexually interested in him.

I was nice to him his first day, mostly because I remember how tough it was. I asked him how things were going. Today, I had to work with him and train him to use the machine. Since the first time they run a machine, you’re apparently not really supposed to leave them alone for long. Well, that meant finding conversation topics.

No, I don’t speak Spanish. Only a few words here and there.
Yes, I happen to like classic rock. So we spent most of the night talking about different bands and singers.
What do I do for fun? Umm, almost nothing since I’m trying to finish college?

Very gradually, he wanted to know more about me including my dog’s name. He was shocked when I knew “Luna” meant moon. Yes, Luna is Spanish (and Latin) for moon. But how about Luna, the Roman moon goddess? Lunar? *sigh*

I probably should have known what was coming when he asked if I was single or had kids earlier in the night. The guy has a daughter my age, but he wanted to take me out to dinner sometime.

Yeah, nice enough and I did enjoy being able to talk for a change — but hell no!

I suppose I’m probably closer to being bi; most guys are way more trouble than they’re worth and most girls are way too weird. So, that pretty much sums up everyone.

I really wish the people at work didn’t know so much about me. I’d buy a cheap engagement ring and wear it as defensive camouflage.

It worked when I was over at Meijer so many years ago. I popped on my handmade amethyst ring just because. (Actually, I was hoping that the gem lore was true and the amethyst would help me keep my temper.) The usual types of creeps took one look at my hand and backed off. Unfortunately, I won’t wear my ring to Kalfact (last time I wore any rings, I nearly lost them) and it would be really… troublesome… if my coworkers thought I’d gotten engaged in the “overnight.”

Starting the Weekend

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Last week was a real (insert favorite adjective here) at and 1st shift, as usual, had to end things on a particularly “high” note.

To begin with, I hadn’t had that good a week anyway. Seems every day someone was finding cause to yell at me. First there was the missing tails on the “4″ in the lettering on top of about 20 of the 3600 screwdrivers I’d made. (1st shift made it sound like it was everything I’d made.) Then, I refused to go over to the machine called “Cell 1″ and I’m in trouble. Because I’m was not going to clean up Sarah’s mess over at “Cell 1″, I’m in trouble. Then, I hadn’t made out some labels correctly and I’m in trouble yet again. Finally, I was assigned to sort through nut driver blades to search for rusty ones.

And 1st shift comes in to replace us and throws a royal tantrum. They don’t have time to sort through blades. I hadn’t sorted them correctly. There was nothing wrong with the ones I’d sorted. I don’t know what the problem was.

Oh, and we had snow. Lots and lots of snow. So it took about 45 minutes to get home, when it only usually takes about 15. (Maybe that’s why they had to be so awful.)

Anyroad, I’m sick to death of being yelled at.

Spent most of yesterday sleeping. Actually, I pretty much slept from 10am Friday until 8am Saturday minus an hour or two here and there for biological functions. I also hit iTunes pretty hard and downloaded some more Gackt, mucc, and Miyavi. During one of my awake periods, I downloaded the latest Naruto Shippuden episode and had a good laugh at Cap. Flashlight Face and Mr. Penis.

If I can ever get to the bank (nope, I still haven’t! XD) I’m placing an order with ThinkGeek and getting Kevin’s X-mas present (I hope he isn’t reading this!) and then finally getting my paid LiveJournal account.

In the meantime, I need to do a little yoga and see if I can lose the stiffness from sleeping almost 24 hours. Oops, and gotta get some groceries before the next snow storm arrives. ETA is in about 3 hours and counting.

Oh, grow up

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

Sometimes, I just really have to wonder about my coworkers. You have to be at least 18 to work at this place and more than half my coworkers act like they’re still in Middle School. The whole balkanized atmosphere of the public school is there, being played out by people much older than I am. It’s more annoying than anything else, but still.

Take Sarah, who runs a machine called a “cell” that makes screwdrivers and nutdrivers. That girl has a serious girlcrush on Kim, the technician/mechanic who keeps the “cell” machines running.

Kim has this habit biting your head off if she’s even the slightest bit stressed. I have this habit of strongly disliking being yelled at for any reason. Yeah, last time she did it I tolerated it only a couple times before I yelled back. During my next break, I found one of the managers and reported just the last time she yelled since it was about the person I was training.

After I yelled back, Kim and Sarah actually began acting like little teenage girls (please note Kim’s old enough to have teen kids herself). Heads together, talking, casting scathing looks at me. Wow. I haven’t had that happen since High School.

Sarah then runs off and tries to get more information from the new person I was training and then runs to my mom over it. (What’s she going to do, spank me?)

I shunned both of them for a while. I’m not giving people with that kind of behavior more shit to throw around. I’m still a bit chilly towards Kim, but since she’s one of the technicians I can’t entirely ignore her. Sarah, I’m completely avoiding. Sarah, for her part, seems to have decided I’m on the shit list.

Whatever.

Awkward-sauce

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Have you ever met someone who insists on telling you their entire life story no less than 5 minutes after you’ve met them? It appears we attract that sort of person at work. So far, we’re up to 3 temps who are that way, plus one or two regular employees.

Today was my Mom’s birthday, but she never really celebrates it. She’s at that point in her life where her regrets are really catching up with her, so she spends the week of her birthday extremely depressed. Well, Carmen, the latest one of these people who like to talk about themselves also celebrated her birthday today.

I really don’t know how to even attempt to describe Carmen without being rude, classist, and — God, I don’t know. Within a few minutes of working with her for the first time, she had to almost recite an itemized list of her previous employers, health and medical history, family, friends, gossip regarding those people, latest movies she’s watched, TV programs, yadda yadda yadda. She had to brag about her “new” car, which is all but falling apart around her. Carmen even had to inform me that she was going to go buy sheet metal to “fix up” some part of the vehicle. What kind of white trash are you???!!!

Basically, Carmen loves to talk — about herself. Every second of the 8 hours you have to work with her. To make things worse, she insists on wearing the cheapest, most vile perfume she can find and then takes a bath in it.

I hate her. Completely and utterly despise working with her.

So back to mom’s birthday. Mom hates celebrating birthdays, Carmen loves talking about anything that has to do about herself.

Mom’s trying to politely brush off the birthday wishes all night. However, over lunch Carmen suddenly notices the birthday message up on the bulletin board in the break room right next to mom’s head and asks if she’s seen it. Hello, idiot — she can’t get much closer to it.

Mom grunts “yes.” And — BOOM — Carmen begins talking endlessly about herself and how much she loves her birthday and that she realizes that not everyone likes their birthdays but she loves hers and that she just doesn’t think about getting older blah blah blah. Since it’s a special occasion, her perfume is especially strong today. Mom keeps trying to bat it away. She’s clearly starting to become upset.

500 tons of awkward here.

Carmen keeps talking.

Finally, mom snaps at her, tears in her eyes, that it’s just another depressing day just like any other. And she finally stops talking.

Great, now I have to put up with an even bigger dose of awkward-sauce than I normally have to.

Thanks!

Random Dilemmas

Saturday, May 19th, 2007

I’m at one of those points in my life where I’m surrounded by different dilemmas. Some are major ones and some seem almost petty. (And probably are.)

I feel like I’m wasting my time right now with my degree, even though I know I’m making progress. That 2009 completion date simply seems very far away right now. Couple that with my intership search, which appears to have stalled for the moment. West Michigan just doesn’t seem to have much of a market for technology jobs. However, that could mainly be because I don’t know where to look. Since I’ve changed my major so many times, I simply don’t have the contacts.

I’m still unemployed, which is always difficult. I dislike feeling powerless, but I know with my lack of experience I’m not going to do well in competition.

I’m wondering if it’s time to pack it up and move it out. There are lots of internship opportunities as close as Chicago and New York. Using either of those cities as launching points, I could end up anywhere.

Then there’s the archive. I really need to do more work on it, but I’m stuck until I get my scripting class. There’s things I want to do

Something Stupid

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

There’s nothing that quite sums up a mistake with diabetes management than:

“Umm… Hi Nancy, I just did something very stupid.”

Somehow “stupid” seems like a tremendous understatement. I’m okay, this happened back in December, but I had to send my logs over to my care team today and my note just cracked me up. XD

Basically, I had been extremely tired when I woke up that morning and accidently mistook my Humalog insulin with my Lantus. I only take 3 units of Humalog at maximum, and 16 units of Lantus in the morning only. So I gave myself 16 units of Humalog that morning. I realized what I had done as soon as the plunger reached the bottom of my syringe. So I immediately bolted down a full glass of orange juice and ran to call the Diabetes Center for a game plan. And of everything I could have said, I choose to say “I just did something stupid.”

LOL! At least I’ve only done that only twice in the years I’ve had diabetes, they assured me that they have other patients do it all the time. (Ouch.)

In other news, today I had to take my resume in to one of the local staffing agencies so I could see if I could get a job. To disclose my diabetes, or not to disclose my diabetes. I’m perfectly healthy, no neuropathy or other complications . . . other than my blood glucose drops like a stone if I do anything too strenuous. I ended up disclosing it against my better judgement, just so they wouldn’t try pushing me into a strenuous job.

Instead, I walked out with contact information on becoming a Database Specialist. Starting wages of $12/hr but I don’t know that I know enough yet to be able to do the job. They’re asking for a BS in Computer Science, and all I’ll have this Fall is an Associates. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be able to do many of the requirements when I leave school, but I can’t do them all quite yet. The bullet about “Windows programming” is the point that worries me the most. Yes, I do have to take Visual Basic, but I still have more prerequisites to do before I can attempt it. I called anyway, made myself sound like an idiot on the Human Relations voicemail, and have spent the rest of the evening worrying about it.

I know it’s pointless to worry, but I can’t help it.

Much love to everyone, I’ll try to reply to everyone tomorrow morning.

2 out of 3

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005

I have a job! ^____^ Walmart hired me! I have to go for a Drug Test tomorrow morning, but that should be no problem. Though I do feel kind of bad for making Poppa drive me out there… but Mom has to be to work at 7am and doesn’t get out until it’s too late for me to go. -_-;;

But I have a job!! *happy dances!* $7.45 / hour in the Housewares Dept. ^___^

Thanks Theresa, France, and Nette! *SUPER HUGS!* ^____^ Thanks for the layout comment, France!

Okay, now that that’s out of the way… I shall commence with a rant that’s kind of distracting me right now. lol ^^;; Don’t mind me – seriously! – I’m just venting. (more…)