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Had a relatively productive morning. Went to the City Hall & put in two applications - one for 'Administrative Receptionist' & one for 'Communications Specialist', aka 911 Operator. The 911 Dispatcher starts at $22.50 an hour! And only requires a typing speed of 35wpm. Bastards. Ah well, I probably won't qualify simply because it asked about knowledge of the placement of fire hydrants. Who the Hel looks at fire hydrants when they're driving around? Unless it's already in their job description or part of their Asperger's syndrome? Holy frelling hazmanahs! It would probably be different if we were a city where people had to park on the streets regularly, but most places have parking lots. So anyway, while I was sitting there in the City Hall Human Resources, I got thoroughly covered in gobs of schmooze and I feel a definite need for tequila shooters at the Double Down, followed by tattooing & nipple-piercing.
Then... last night I had gone downstairs to forage for something beyond peanut butter & crackers to eat, and happened to see that Mandalay Bay is hiring for just about everything. So, I'm putting in for an internal transfer to their non-gaming audit department. I can be one of the trollops that we all know & hate so well. Like Mike, I can terrorize generations of hotel night auditors... Last night was one of those crawling-out-of-my-skin nights. The heat & stale air in the office, the polyester penguin suit, the grey cubicle walls, the noisy throbbing printer. All of it just irritating me to no end. I need out.
I've also gotten my letter of eligibility from Clark County, so I'm on their list now, too.
I also had a long, boring & painful reminder of just how much I loathe Amerian history. I read chapter 1 in my 'Voices of Freedom' textbook. Gods. At least this text doesn't make Christopher Columbus or Corte's out to be heroes - the book honestly talks about the disease, the atrocities, the forced labor... all in the name of some god called 'God'. It just grates on me when they say "Christopher Columbus discovered America in 1492". No, he didn't. He discovered some freaking islands in the southwestern Atlantic ocean & we've all had to refer to people from India as 'people from India' ever since because otherwise people confuse them with the pathetically outdated, outmoded & erroneous 'indians-as-in-cowboys-&-indians'. Poor ol' Jimit will always be 'that guy from India', he will never be 'that Indian that works at the front desk'.
I did see something of beauty last night, though. I usually take my lunch around 1am, & on weeknights when I go downstairs, I watch Craig Ferguson on the 'Late, Late Show'. Apparently, his father has died, and he was holding an informal wake. He had a grief counselor on, & then a band called 'Wicked Tinkers' (their new album is called 'Whisky Supper'). It was a piper, two drummers & a digeridoo player. I was in awe and had to keep fighting back the tears & sobs, and now I am Hel-bent on finding their CD's & obtaining them. I must have this music!!!
Then... last night I had gone downstairs to forage for something beyond peanut butter & crackers to eat, and happened to see that Mandalay Bay is hiring for just about everything. So, I'm putting in for an internal transfer to their non-gaming audit department. I can be one of the trollops that we all know & hate so well. Like Mike, I can terrorize generations of hotel night auditors... Last night was one of those crawling-out-of-my-skin nights. The heat & stale air in the office, the polyester penguin suit, the grey cubicle walls, the noisy throbbing printer. All of it just irritating me to no end. I need out.
I've also gotten my letter of eligibility from Clark County, so I'm on their list now, too.
I also had a long, boring & painful reminder of just how much I loathe Amerian history. I read chapter 1 in my 'Voices of Freedom' textbook. Gods. At least this text doesn't make Christopher Columbus or Corte's out to be heroes - the book honestly talks about the disease, the atrocities, the forced labor... all in the name of some god called 'God'. It just grates on me when they say "Christopher Columbus discovered America in 1492". No, he didn't. He discovered some freaking islands in the southwestern Atlantic ocean & we've all had to refer to people from India as 'people from India' ever since because otherwise people confuse them with the pathetically outdated, outmoded & erroneous 'indians-as-in-cowboys-&-indians'. Poor ol' Jimit will always be 'that guy from India', he will never be 'that Indian that works at the front desk'.
I did see something of beauty last night, though. I usually take my lunch around 1am, & on weeknights when I go downstairs, I watch Craig Ferguson on the 'Late, Late Show'. Apparently, his father has died, and he was holding an informal wake. He had a grief counselor on, & then a band called 'Wicked Tinkers' (their new album is called 'Whisky Supper'). It was a piper, two drummers & a digeridoo player. I was in awe and had to keep fighting back the tears & sobs, and now I am Hel-bent on finding their CD's & obtaining them. I must have this music!!!
