called and scheduled

I got the call that I passed my testing. Friday at 1:00pm is my interview. I have a couple friends that work there and they gave me some pointers. I am going to learn about the process that they use to interview and hopefully will know it out of the park.

Oh... and not working today was AWESOME!

dee. oh. nee. eeee.

My days at the bar are over and done. (Well, until I sit on the other side of one for a much needed happy hour trip.) My last nights went really well. I felt very loved. Some of my regulars got me a card. A couple girls got all teary eyed. I even got a cookie cake and baked Alaska. :) It is surreal. It doesn't feel like it is over yet. Ask me how it feels not to work on a Friday. It is going to be amazing.

I went for my testing today. I don't like to do things half assed, so I didn't have the best feeling in the world when I left. I think the typing test threw me off. I am used to my little laptop keyboard and I had a desktop keyboard... ok, I am basically just coming up with excuses. lol I have to remind myself that I normally type around 60 words per minute, so as long as I hit the 35 mark I will be happy... and will pass. I am just really hoping that I hear something soon. I will hear something either way, but I am really hoping that it is the positive end of things. My nerves are through the roof. I mean I haven't done this whole interviewing process in forever.

one more down.

Tonight is my last night at work. I am happy to report that the work situation has improved greatly. I am excited and nervous to be done. It is hard to believe that the end of an era is approaching for me.
On a happy note, I had a phone interview today. We scheduled testing for Wednesday. I hear that the testing is pretty easy so I should be fine in that regard. After that is a face to face interview and wait. :) Keep your fingers crossed for me. :)

getting it off my chest.

I interact with more than a handful of people on a regular basis. I have a job where it is the same staff and the same group of regulars. It is really sad when one of those people turn on you. I had a friend, a really good friend at a point in time. Somewhere in the last few months something changed. That person started getting short, snotty and rude with me. I can't pinpoint what shifted the change, but it has gotten ugly. So ugly that she is one of the main reasons I quit my job. It had gotten to a point that strangers were commenting whenever there was any type of interaction between the two of us. I was (and am) bound and determined to not let others know how I am truly feeling about the situation. (Well, besides the very few people that I have very close personal relationships with, and the owners of the company.) When I put in my notice, I felt that as a person in a management position that it was imperative that I voiced my displeasure, as this person is technically above me. I probably should have just shut my mouth and let her find out some other way. My time at work has been gut wrenching. I physically feel like vomitting when I walk into work. The first week, I was completely ignored. COMPLETELY. I would ask a direct question, or make a statement and get met with a blank glare or have her walk away mid sentence. Any communication was done through a third party. I mean seriously, how old are we? We are both about to be 30 and I am getting the silent treatment. Week 2 was even worse, she was making small talk. I think that it was worse because she would say something to me and then walk away giggling with someone else. It is a total mind fuck. I can't wait for my remaining days to play out. Oh did I mention that her significant other works there too? It is just a walk in the park. Ugh.

Step 1

My resume has been sent to my friend that works at the company I am hoping to work for. Next step, application, testing and interview. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

ugly, no good, rotten day

I am officially over Mondays. Today has been not good. Work is trying to say the least. I want to scream, vent, yell. It won't do me any good, so I just suck it up. 13 more days... 13 more days.

Just a typical Sunday afternoon

10/10/10 just another day right? Well, sort of. I spent my Sunday afternoon meeting Stevie Wonder, musical legend. :) No big deal.

pardon me...

Pardon me for a second while I am an asshole.

I understand that we went through a really traumatic event. Maybe it hasn't even hit me fully. Yes, I cried. I was a basket case for 2 days. Then, I just stopped crying. I haven't cried once since about the whole thing. I snapped out of whatever it was and have been moving on. Yes, I have had anxiety issues, but I do the best I can and move on. With that said... dear boyfriend of mine, I am so tired of hearing about your lack of sense of smell/taste since the incident. I am not blowing it off, but if you refuse to do anything about it. I refuse to hear about it anymore. You had a panic attack when we were cleaning out the storage unit. You were in a closed up van and the smell got to you. I get it, I really do. Your body's way of coping is to shut down your sense of smell. I am not a doctor of any sort but it seems pretty damn logical to me. The options you have to fix it are going to involve medication and/or therapy of some sort. I am just losing my ability to be sympathetic to you if you won't do anything about it. There are only so many times I can listen to you talk about it before I lose it. The topic is wearing oh so thin with me right now.