Crispy’s Corner

It’s amazing how a good night’s sleep can bring clarity the next day.  I’ve been pushing myself to redesign my site and to complete another site for my portfolio before I continue my job search.  I’ve been feeling rushed and staying up late because every day longer I take to finish it is another day I have to be at my crap-ass job.  Changes over the last couple of months have strengthened my resolve to move on and despite economy woes and a weak job market, staying in my current situation is not an option.

But forcing myself and rushing is making me crazy and instead of being creative in my designs and solutions, I end up staring blankly at the screen or moving objects around pixel by pixel waiting for the solution to magically appear.  This morning I woke up early, determined to make up for my two-day pity party.  Afterall, I did take a “personal day” to work on this stuff so I better be productive.

So far I’ve been able to come up with a better ideas today.  Sometimes I need to remind myself to just go to bed and that the next day will be better.

So it’s clear that I hardly write here anymore but everytime I think about officially closing it down, I just can’t.  Maybe I’ll start posting regularly again, maybe I won’t.  But I ain’t ready to close up shop just yet!

This video was so funny, I had to share.  Thanks for the heads up, Miguel! 

While I applaud the efforts of retails stores, especially groceries stores, promoting reusable bags, I have one beef.  Why do I have to bag my own groceries just because I bring my own bags?  It’s not that I’m being a primadonna.  It’s just the principle.  If I use their plastic bags, then they’ll bag it for me.  Doesn’t make sense.  Also, as they wait for me to dig out my money while I’m bagging my own groceries, some have the nerve to appear impatient because I don’t have my payment ready!

Do I expect people to come into my job and read my emails for me? Nope.

Bag my damn groceries.

I can’t wait until I find a new job so I can have my damn life back.  Looking for a job is as time consuming as working!  Most of my free time is spent job searching or staring at the boob tube to take my mind off of my bleak job search.   Since I already have a job, I’m being selective about where I apply to since I don’t want to end up doing the same thing that I’m trying to move away from. Need to stay motivated.  Woooo sah!

So there’s this crazy homeless lady that I see on the subway sometimes and her panhandling style is very aggresive. I saw her a few weeks ago, during the morning rush-hour commute.  I was standing up at first when she walked by, bumping into me and shit, so I turned around to see who’s hand was on my arm.  Damnit! It’s the crazy homeless lady.

I got a seat by the time she came back over and I took off my headphones because I wanted to be aware of my surroundings as long as she was on the train, because you never know what she’s going to do.  Last time I saw her she got all up in this girl’s face yapping about something and wouldn’t stop for about 10 minutes.

She’s bumping into folks asking for food and change.  This guy offers her an orange but he was eating something else, so she asked if she could have a bite.  He says “But I just gave you an orange.”  She replies with, “How about I give you the orange back and you give me that?  I want that!”  And that’s where his charity ended and he said NO.

Then she moves on to this next dude and I heard her say something about being hard, I didn’t quite catch it but then I clearly heard her next statement.  “It must be your PENIS!” Then she says coyly, “That’s for the big girls.”  This older lady sitting next to me was already upset with her begging and asking for money and food, so when she heard her say “penis,” she flinched and threw her hands up in the air.  She started grumbling under her breath, “What is wrong with this lady? She has money to get on the subway but no money for food?”

I’m sure she jumped the turnstile.  If she can ask a man for a bite of his sandwich after he gives her an orange and then moves onto penis talk, I don’t think she pays train fare.

I hate the morning commute.  I think it’s time to start looking for a work-from-home gig.

Ever since my negative experiences on Hi5 and some stuff I’ve seen lurking around on MySpace, I’ve been dead set against social networking sites.  I figured the nosy use it for evil rather than good and that if you really wanted to know what I was up to, folks that need to know will also have the means of getting in contact with me.

HOWEVER, I recently joined Twitter and I’m hooked!  Unfortunately, the one social network I decide to sign up for is the one none of my friends seem to be interested in.  Except one, so it’s just me and him talking back and forth.  Unless you count Barack Obama who requested to “follow” me after I requested to “follow” him.  But I’m sure it wasn’t Barack himself who made the request so I don’t think that counts

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Check it out.  I’m trying to keep this blog and my Twitter account separate so if you want to tweet on Twitter with me, email me!

“Brooke blew my mind. First, the cherubic blonde had a smile worthy of milk and veneer commercials. Second, she was reading Brian Tracy’s The Psychology of Selling. Six months into her tenure at the BunnyRanch, she was giddy over her entrepreneurial opportunity. The “hard” part, Brooke explained, was negotiating fees — especially with businessmen. Yet through diligent study and huge confidence in her product (always offering oral, as well as a butt plug to “guys who need that visual” but don’t want to pay for anal, and, of course, doing other women, because that is “every guy’s fantasy”), Brooke felt she was becoming a truly gifted saleswoman. Her price point had already risen from $200 — $800 to as much as $100,000, which she charged once for a five-day party.”
(source: marie claire)

Why schlep around for a whole week at a job you don’t like when you can make the same amount in a day or better yet, an hour?  After watching two seasons of Secret Diary of a Call Girl and seeing stories like these, a girl starts to reconsider.

Okay, so this is not a career path that I would likely follow, but the thought always crosses my mind when work gets me down. But I don’t think any client would want to pay me $800 so I can refuse to do anything he wants or be disgusted by his hairy back. I just don’t have the right aptitude for the job.

So instead, I’ve been looking for a new job.  I still want to continue on in the web design field but for a more youthful and creative company.  First I had to redesign and revamp my portfolio site so that took a few weeks.  Sent out a few resumes.  I called one company today but they informed me that they’ve already hired someone.  Now I know it’s not unusual to take more than a few resumes to find a job but it feels like it’s taking forever.  *sigh*

I’ve looking at postings on workopolis, monster, etc, but craigslist always has some interesting ones.  Although I have found some legitimate postings, you got to weed through a lot of questionable ones.  Here are some of my favorites:

The vague:  Apparently, you don’t need to know much about them or what you will be doing.

This same person posted again.  This time with a bit more info but I don’t think “Web Optimize Person” is a real job title.  GOTTA LOVE THE CAPS AND EXCLAMATION MARKS TOO!!!

Then there are the people that advertise for students as a way to not have to pay a real salary.  I know times are hard but damn, $10-15?  And they want them to know how to use all these programs and web languages?

Unfortunately some of the more ridiculous ones have already been removed from the site.  I did have someone ofter me $150 to do a full scale site including a logo, photo galleries and Flash animations.  I had to politely turn her down and let her know that she may think about adding another zero to that if she wants all those things.

Bedtime now.  More resume writing to do tomorrow.

I’m sure you’ve all seen those anonymous folks lurking around on blogs, youTube, messageboards or any other place where they can talk shit while hiding.  Not that leaving a nickname, like RiceCrispy for example, will reveal your identity but leaving a nasty comment as “anonymous” just seems punk-ish.

I’ve gotten some odd comments before but this one, by far, takes the cake.  It was left on my old blog (which has since been taken down) but I saved the comment because I knew one day, I would want to post it.  It was in response to this post.

“Crispy, you fucking mongoloid women are always having a go at black women, why don’t you all just fuck off and pick rice? Isn’t it enough that you fuckers are smothering the planet in your cheapness, seriously what the fuck is up your asses? You guys fuckin suck. What do you represent anyhow? Stinking msg flavoured porno whores and sluts, that’s all mongoloid women are known for. You’re all so average and the most common people on Earth. All you can do is copy other people, that’s why they don’t get anywhere in Hollywood etc, fucking eyesore to look at. Big fucking bug eyed heads and shitty flat bodies like a alien man. Gimped walk, you guys make the human race look retarded! No mongolid woman will ever rule the runway so why piss on Naomi Campbell? British vogue even did an article telling all other races of women to bow down to the black queen. The only reason people are the way they are to mongoloids is cos you resemble aliens and it freaks people out.

At least black women aren’t easily impersonated by men for fucks sake. And trust, me mongoloid men do not represent feminity!”

I’ve never been called a “mongoloid” before but I guess there’s a first time for everything.  And I like how he/she addresses me personally at the beginning but if you’re going to refer to me as Crispy, that’s MS. Crispy to you!

I guess because I mocked Naomi Campbell and Brandi (from CNTM) that this person felt I was had something against Black people and decided to have a go at the “Mongoloids.”  I will spare everyone the “some of my best friends are…” speech because frankly, I don’t need to justify shit.  I wish I was a “porno whore.” Then maybe I’d be make more money than I am now…  I kid! I kid!

On one hand, the ridiculousness of the comment is hilarious but on the other hand, it’s kind of sad that this a real person, running around loose on the streets.