Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Suspicious Internship

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

I need some advice.

At the beginning of May, I started an internship with a Web design and marketing company in the Dallas, TX area.

Ever since I started, they really haven’t been using my skills. The bosses are extremely juvenile and half the time I feel like I’m baby-sitting. They don’t have any actual employees, just interns.

Part of the terms of my internship was that I would gain experience, use my skills, and gain items to place in my portfolio. So far, none of that has happened. I haven’t learned anything aside from how to use Joomla. The boss prefers to purchase Joomla templates and do minor edits for their clients. I haven’t been allowed to design anything. Everything they do is taken from the internet. I’m shocked on a daily basis on the number of extremely basic Web design things they don’t know!

Today I confirmed they believe I can place these Web designs I didn’t make into my portfolio and claim them as my own. Being a member of the templating community for various projects, I’m not cozy with this idea one bit.

This company has been developing a specialized set of Joomla extensions / plug-ins / components for a client. They intend to exorbitantly charge people for use of this set of extensions and make anyone interested in them buy hosting/space from them too. The belief is that they’ll be dirty, stinking rich from this.

They’re promising me cars, lots of money, and other things related to being that rich and all I have to do is set up Joomla for clients. I probably don’t even have to say I’m deeply suspicious.

Since I’m a recent grad, I don’t know how “real life” Web design works. I tend to go with my gut, but I don’t have a picture of what the right way is. I’d appreciate any insights anyone might have on this.

Thanks!

Echo and the Anal Probe

Monday, April 12th, 2010

My Siamese-mix, Echo, has been having issues with being extremely high strung lately. She’s always had a temper. It’s something I accept with her being a Siamese-mix. However, lately she’s been downright mean. She’d been having intermittent fits of hissing, spitting, sputtering, and just general fury over very little things for the past couple weeks. She’d gone after Luna a few times, but got over it.

Saturday night, I got back from a dinner party at Wally’s place. After everyone went to bed, I got back up to get a drink. I accidentally broke the glass and Echo went nuts. She went after mom and I ended up having mom go to bed while I sat in the middle of the floor with Echo in my lap. I went to bed when she was calm and thought it was over and done with.

Sunday morning, I got up and she chilled out in my lap… until she saw Kaze. She attacked Kaze and chased her into a corner of my room. I yelled to break it up and Echo turned, jumped, and sank her claws into my arm. She subsequently wound up in her carrier for a time out.

Matt’s mom and brother came over to get some of the things they had stored at Matt’s house. Luna did her usual “Bark like a maniac first and ask questions later” thing. Echo went ballistic, went after Luna, and then tore back into Kaze. When I tried to save the confused and terrified Kaze, Echo went after me.

In total, yesterday Kaze got attacked 4 – 5 times, Luna a couple, me 4 – 5, and mom several. I now have deep gouges in my left leg. Echo spent the night in the carrier.

So, it was time to go to the vets.

Since Echo detests having her butt touched right now, I wanted that end thoroughly checked. Dr. Abraham had her temperature taken and expressed her anal glands just in case. (Hence the anal probe joke) He felt her over really well and took her vitals.

As far as they can tell, Echo is a healthy kitty.

Naturally, the topic of spaying came up next. Hormonal issues could be causing this too. So, while he had her in that position — courtesy of a strategy they called the “kitty burrito” — he did a vaginal swab and had the cells mounted on a slide so he could tell where she was in her heat cycle. Basically, a cat’s vaginal cells change depending on where they are in their reproductive cycle. She has about 20% of the cells that are associated with being in heat… which end of the 20% he can’t tell me. Now we get to wait a bit in order to see if she goes into heat before we can get her in to be spayed. (He’ll do it while she’s in heat, but it’s more expensive.)

In 10 – 14 days, she gets to go back to the vet for another exam and possibly spaying. (Of course, with the caveat that she doesn’t develop other symptoms — in which case we’ll pop her back over to the vet.)

Echo is still in quarantine, since she still wants to attack Kaze and Luna. However, I’m in less of a panic now. As a bonus… my cat thinks aliens are real, she got abducted, and I ain’t half bad.

Grandma, you’re a little late there…

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Dear Sheba
Queen of Sheba
Drama-Mama
Dame Pris de Panique
Grandma,

I am trying to come to a (grudging) kind of acceptance for your (possibly) well-intentioned, panic-stricken melodramas; because, I’m sure you’re doing this because you care on some level. (Or maybe you just enjoy hypertension and adrenaline.)

Thus, I did actually read your e-mail for the first time in months when you contacted us about a “dire” new computer virus that could “destroy our lives” if we don’t take immediate action.

I read it and laughed. No. I’m sorry, let me amend that: I lol’d. And then deleted it. (Only to regret it when I decided to share my amusement.)

Next time you decide to have a panic attack over a virus and send out urgent e-mails to everyone you know, you might want to check the date on the “proof” you’re using. The dates are all 2006. Oh, and the amended details indicating that the threat has been contained and all Operating Systems involved were patched.

What you’re circulating right now is a virus hoax chain letter with falsified details. While some details are true, it’s neither new or a major threat. It will not “destroy my life” or my computer. Actually, no virus will do that.

Please, take some deep breaths and maybe a Valium.

Sincerely,
~ Sally

My Monitor Blues

Friday, March 12th, 2010

Back when I built my computer, Mom surprised me by buying me a super nice monitor to go with my new rig. It had excellent depth of color and an unbeatable size. It was pricey when she bought it for me, but one she happily purchased.

The one drawback was that the base couldn’t be detached from the monitor. Only the foot could be detached and not easily. It wasn’t a big deal until the move hit. I spent nearly an hour trying to detach the foot and then avoided putting it back on unless absolutely necessary.

About halfway through the move, I noticed the colors had gone washed out one morning and the colors were flaring along the top of the screen. Whites appeared a flickering pink and all sorts of other bizarre effects. It’s only gotten worse as time has gone on. Matt offered me use of his old CRT monitor, but it almost causes more eyestrain since I’m used to a 22″ widescreen.

Now I’m working on a web design project for my friend and guildmate, James, for his catering business. The black design wasn’t too bad, but the green one is much darker than I realized. On my monitor, it looks like a nice mint green with lighter stripes. Switched monitors and realized how dark it really is. >_<

I realize it has every right to die after being stuffed in the trunk for 2000 miles. I just can’t really afford to deal with this right now. On the other hand, I really want to do a good job on James’ project.

This might be the thing that gets me over this hump on the job search front.

Do they make a Beano for Brain Farts?

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Received a phone call just now from the human resource manager of a Dallas area company that makes VoIP security technologies as well as routers and stuff. In order to set them up, they provide a web application with their products.

It’s entry level, only basic level knowledge required. I’m giddy. Can he ask me some technical questions to test my knowledge? Absolutely!

“In Java, how would you set up two threads to count from 1 to 5 simultaneously?”

Brainfart… I stammer a basic loop structure.

“How would you do that in two threads?”

Brainfart. Ummmm….

“Have you had much experience in threads in Java?”

*whimper* Not much, I’m afraid.

“Okay, we’ll just move on. How would you hide an element in Javascript?”

Crap crap crap crap crap… I’ve DONE THIS! Several times in fact. …. brain fart.

“How would you underline an element using strictly CSS.”

text-decoration:underline

“Excellent. How would I look up a string of text inside of a text file in Unix/Linux?”

Great, big, stinking brainfart. I can’t believe my mom and pets can breathe this stench!

“I see you mention SQL on your resume, how would you look up a single line?”

SELECT FROM database… no, wait… (Thinking: SELECT geeks FROM WoW — btw, thanks! I wouldn’t have gotten that if your guild name didn’t spontaneously pop into my head. lol) SELECT fields FROM DATABASE WHERE keyfield

“Okay, great.”

Apologize for brainfarts, I know how to do this, but I just moved and all my resource books are still in storage.

“That’s fine. Do you have any questions for me?”

Recall Matt suggesting from now on asking how much experience they’re looking for.

“Not much, we’re looking for a junior member of the team. Someone who won’t need a great deal of training, but can grow with our company.”

Fantastic! Thanks so much!

*gives contact and other information* “Someone may contact you later in the week to schedule an interview. Thanks for your time and have a great day!”

Thanks again, have a nice day! Take care!

*head-desk* *head-desk* *head-desk* *head-desk* *head-desk* *head-desk*

Adjustment

Monday, January 4th, 2010

Spent the last week adjusting to living in Texas. Poor Matt, he went from no pets to three. Echo has decided she’s Matt’s cat for now. She follows him around like a puppy, curling up in his lap, begging to be let into his room, and sleeping on his bed while he plays WoW. Luna barks like a maniac at him whenever he comes into the room.

Matt called the 22nd of December, right after my blog post. He’s letting us stay in 2 bedrooms of his 3 bedroom house rent free for 2 months. After that, we’ll negotiate rent. “Haul your asses down here!” he said. And haul ass we did.

The first catch came in the car rental company. Despite the Georgia plates, registration, and insurance they wanted us to drive all the way back to Michigan from Virginia to renegotiate the contract and then drive to Texas. They promised to get back to us on the 22nd, but never did. Mom got the oil changed on the 23rd and called them back to demand an answer. Finally given the okay, we took off for Texas.

Someday, I need to go back with cameras and time for a proper vacation. It was pouring when we went through Memphis, TN and we stopped only to get gas. Same story for Little Rock, AR. I was so frustrated with Richmond, I never did get to the cultural and historical areas.

Either way, I’m in Texas now. We arrived Christmas day and with Matt’s blessing have been relaxing so we can start attacking the job search this week. The Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex is HUGE. By far, this is the biggest metropolitan area I’ve ever seen. But the weather beats Michigan out by miles.

I’ve had dinner twice at James’s restaurant and gotten to meet Wally and his wife, Patrick, and James’s and one of his sons. Matt’s parents also openly invited us to have Christmas at their house, which made Christmas much happier.

What my task is now is a set of New Year’s Resolutions… including finding a job. Matt says there’s some consignment shops near the upper class and extremely upper class areas of town where I might be able to find some really great used clothing. This morning I redid my resume yet again.

Right now, I’ll take most anything just to get on my feet, but I really would like to find something in my field. That being said, I did tell Matt I’d be willing to do free work in the area to build my portfolio and make my name known in the area.

Much love to you all. I’m going to make it, even if I have to turn into Supergirl to do it.

Still Nothing

Monday, December 21st, 2009

Friday night, Richmond was buried under roughly 20 inches of snow and promptly shut down for the rest of the weekend. We found ourselves trapped at the hotel for the weekend, which has put us behind… majorly behind.

We’re running out of money fast and have no jobs to show for it. We’re trying to stay positive, but it’s difficult. It’s scary!

So far, no one wants to help us. It’s either homeless shelter or find a job before any agency will.

I’m beginning to think I should have chosen Texas. Unfortunately, I know even less about Texas than I do about Virginia. At the same time, I’ve had the opportunity to apply to so many jobs and have handed out so many resumes, the laws of the universe dictate that as soon as I leave, I’ll get a call. There’s not much in Michigan to return to, but one of our old neighbors said we could live in their basement if necessary.

Either way, we’re going to have to decide within the next day or so: return to Michigan, stay put, or try another region.

Hanging On

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

Pounded the pavement all yesterday, most of the mall stores aren’t going to be doing any hiring until they see what their holiday sales look like. Trying really hard not to let that bother me or the number of times I got sized up. The big box and other stores said they’d get back to us by early next week.

I don’t remember all the places I dropped applications or resumes off too. Kind of face-palming over that. So far, I’ve only heard back from Sears, who politely said I wasn’t a good fit. Tomorrow I’m going to drop my resume off with some local headhunters, see what they say.

I honestly don’t think finding employment is going to be an issue. There’s also a really neat program to help first-time home owners get a loan and everything.

It’s temporary housing that’s proving difficult.

We’ve been calling as many organizations as we can for help, but most want us to have a job first. The others offer to place us in a homeless shelter, but our girls won’t be able to come. We can’t afford to stay in this hotel indefinitely.

Luna is alternately awesome and puzzling. She’s acting up, which means she’s not too welcome despite being my assistance dog. She’s acting too much like a pet. But she panics if she’s left alone in the hotel room. I’m not sure what to do. I can’t find any visible injuries, but I can’t afford to take her to the vet either. Right now, we have to take her with us and leave her in the car. But that’s not going to work when we find jobs.

The kitties are just amazing. I can’t get over how adaptable they are. Wish they’d pass a little of that on to Luna.

I asked mom to give me a little more time, see if anything pans out next week.

Grandma is making things even more confusing. She actually talked to me over the phone and she wasn’t a witch. She’s been giving us advice and seems genuinely worried about us. I don’t know what to make of that either. We’re talking even more about continuing south and going to Florida. I can’t believe we’re considering that!

I just know I really don’t want to go back to Michigan. Poppa called our cell yesterday morning and got me instead of mom. Instant hostility. Talking with him just those few seconds sapped me of energy and confidence.

I need distance. A lot of it.

It is ON!

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

Guess we couldn’t escape without Catty Karla getting one last lick in. While Craig and I were running another load of things to the storage unit, she came over to get some family paintings and stuff. She apparently lit into Mom. Mostly about my thing with Poppa over the phone, but also for us leaving.

It is ON. Karla, Poppa, Grandma, Caroline… I’m going to prove you wrong!

My fear will be a catalyst for my new life! I’ll take this leap of faith… I will succeed.

In the words of Yoda: Do, or do not. There is no try.

Gotta go. Love you all.

XOXO

Second Thoughts the Other Way

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

Okay, now we have second thoughts the other way. Mom called one of the affordable apartments near us and while they’d be cool with the girls, they require all tenants to be making at least $1700 a month. Totally lets us out.

Mom called our DHS case worker to inquire about Section 8 Housing, course, the state screwed up DHS so it’ll probably be… oh, friday… before she gets back with us.

Which took us back the other way, back towards leaving again. Either way, we’re going to be homeless for a bit.

I found a few entry level web development jobs I could do, but will they take me is the question. I’m completely clueless about cover letters in the first place, let along crafting one to convince people to consider me when I’m not even there yet.

One is, awesomely enough, with the World Wildlife Federation and the other is for a yacht company. I can do everything both ask, though I’ve only dabbled with ASP. (I can make it say “Hello World” and some other basic newbie stuff.)

*eyes Echo snoozing in the armchair* I don’t think so! Mom did her best dragon impression ever last night, remember? You are sleeping tonight!