2 job interviews and my Grandfather
Today has been quite the day for catching up with old friends, some of which I haven’t seen or heard from in years! It feels so good to talk to some of my old friends again. I called a bunch of them to get updated addresses for holiday cards, and low and behold I have like, 10,000 new things to do this month.
Ordered my sisters gifts for Christmas this year. I’m getting her a microscope (a nice one, so kinda expensive), an electronic diary/journal thing, and a mcflurry maker. I should really get her an art set too, because she’s really been getting into drawing lately. I’ll do anything to support her.
My grandfather came over today, he wants me to build a website for his company. Small, simple thing. Not worth buying a host package over, so I’m hosting it for him.
I really can’t stand my grandfather. He’s a cruel man, a crook, a cheat, and a liar. I seriously doubt he’ll ever pay me for the website, but I can just as easily take it down if he doesn’t. He’s cheated so many family members out of money, he’s lied, he’s corrupted. He’s just a bad bad man. No surprise he’s supported my mother from day one in all this drama.
The entire time he was over he kept asking if I had bothered to call my mother, and that all the stuff that I did has her really upset. I mean come on, I didn’t do jack shit to her. She dug her own grave, and as coldhearted as it may sound, she can lie in it.
So I wasn’t happy, and was very anxious for him to leave. I’m sick of that part of the family trying to make me feel guilty for testifying in court against my mother for all the horrible things she did.
I had two job interviews yesterday. One I didn’t go to because Sati told me it was just a sales pitch where I would have to spend $200 to be trained as a financial advisor, and then work on commission. No. don’t think so.
The other was for a law secretary. When I got there, I already felt intimidated by the big fancy office, but when the lawyer sat me down for the interview, I felt 10 times worse. He did nothing but make me feel inferior, and like I wasn’t good enough to work at his precious law firm.
I tried to keep my cool, but I could tell I was nervous. At the end of the interview, they asked me to take a spelling and math test. Now, I can understand taking a brief test possibly, for an editorial position. But to ask me what 621+47 was, or how to spell miscellaneous, was just ridiculous. So instead of finishing the test, I wrote something like this at the bottom:
“I am sorry that this interview didn’t work out. I don’t have time to sit here and calculate math problems when you’re interviewing me for a computer job where 90% of the computers have a word processing program and built-in calculator. Have a nice holiday :)”
And then I walked out. Probably not the smartest thing, but I really didn’t have the time to sit there and do that. I had already been there an hour, because he was late.
Sending out holiday cards tomorrow. So if you’re trading with me, keep an eye on the mail 
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