Crispy's Corner

… but I finally found a job!

It’s been a long difficult year coping in what had become a toxic work environment.  I knew that while I was going through it, that it was temporary but when you’re in it, it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  But the day finally came and my new position is exactly what I want.

Even in the end the bosses expressed their sadness to see me go but still tried to place the blame on me, said I was part of all the team “conflicts” and not being “professional.”  If creating conflict means actually caring about the work enough to try to do something about it and not being professional means refusing to put up with bullshit, then I’ll take my conflict-creating, non-professional ass elsewhere.

It’s unfortunate that it had to end like this because there once was a time when I really enjoyed being there.  There are many people I’ll miss seeing everyday (and a handful I hope to never see again!) but I’m looking forward to my new position.  And judging by how many people expressed their sadness to see me go (and their desire to take me with them!), I think that my resignation will speak louder than anything I tried to say over the past year.

I daydreamed of this day for so long it it’s finally here!  Mine weren’t quite like this one but close

Is it just me or does this seem a bit excessive?

“Applicants will undergo management and skill assessments in the form of a technical and written exam.​ You will be required to set aside 3 days for a technical portion and 1 day for a written exam.”

…today is that friday.  I actually took the time to write a post yesterday and when I pressed publish, it somehow disappeared.  I’ve had a pretty crappy week, was stabbed in the back at work and some other miscellaneous bullshit and this is what I’ve wanted to tell a few people this week:

Here’s a “remix”

… But it was worth it.

I’ve had a pretty busy July, every weekend there was some event and I’m not used to going out every weekend anymore!

First weekend of July, a friend had a launch party for his company held at Vertical Restaurant.  The second weekend of July, I went to Chicago with a special someone to celebrate said person’s birthday.  Third weekend was a birthday party, also at Vertical.  And finally the last weekend, a bachelorette party and dinner & dancing.

A full month of eating, being hit on by old racist men, more eating, dancing and some POLE-dancing!

I gotta go finish working on my portfolio so I can resume my job search.  Will be back to elaborate.

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!

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!