| 7 nov 2001 well, i guess i'm at an imbalance here. let me explain. yesterday, i posted my resume on brassring.com. and so far, according to its stats, my resume has been viewed 40 times. and this morning, at the ungodly hour of 9am, this dude gives me a call. i was totally out of it and groggy, and by the time i realized that he was a recruiter, it was too late for me to be rude and kick him off the line. oh, and then at 11, some woman calls about working for some microprocessor design firm for the defense industry. now, i don't have any experience working with microprocessors, nor do i want to work for the defense industry. and then, finally, i set up an interview on friday with some company that i think really sucks. and i was too nice to say i'm not interested. PLUS, it's in fremont. there's no way i'm commuting from the peninsula to east bay everyday. what to do... i guess i'm just too nice. although i _am_ a bitch to those people who call me for credit protection services and that. but that bitchiness was built up over time. i think i'll do the interview anyway. just to get some practice with technical questions. if anything, it'll give me some excitement for the day. one thing that really bugged me about the guy was how he pronounced "vivace." he pronounced it "Vie-VASE." idiot. so the thing with my parents seems to be blowing over. i told them last night in a piqued e-mail that this journal only shows a small portion of my thoughts and my feelings. it doesn't represent the whole me... you know? it's just a little snippet. too many people think that they know everything about you just from the little blurbs you write in your journals... but that couldn't be further from the truth. but anyways, i was thinking about butts last night. and how we're really fortunate that our sphincters are deep within the buttcrack. because otherwise, we'd leaves trails of crap everywhere! what got me thinking about this was watching _frasier_ and seeing the little dog eddie sit down on the dad's chair. and i just thought about how dogshit would be smeared all over the place, and how gross it would be. so we're lucky that we have the asscrack indentation to keep that problem from being more commonplace. not that many people lounge around naked, but if they did... we'd still be ok. i had my first interview today. it was a phone interview at 4:30. some indian dude (i think) called me up and asked me some stuff about my past projects. and then, he asked me to bust out the pencil and paper and gave me some technical questions. i got most of them, and they were very BASIC questions... simple state machine, flip-flop setup times, async FIFO, the very very fundamentals of digital design. if he likes me, i'll probably go in for a grueling 5-hour interview with people bombarding me with much more difficult questions. *sigh* i'm not looking forward to that. and that reminds me. i need to buy me a tin of altoids. it's my security blanket during interviews. whenever i am at a loss for answers and solutions, i take some time off during the interview by opening the tin and popping a mint into my mouth. it's my way of stalling. shhh. don't tell anyone! it's weird. my old company is called teralogic. the company that interviewed me today is called teradiant. and the recruiter who called me was touting a company called terablaze. what the hell? why am i only getting stuff about "tera" companies? argh. i have a friend who got laid off two months ago. she's sent out FIFTY-TWO resume's and hasn't gotten a single interview! *sigh* so sad. this job market sucks huge salty donkey schlongs. it makes me wonder if i should be shrugging off any company, because frankly, i'd be lucky just to have a job, right? even if it's in fremont? *puke* i went to the post office today to mail emi the tape of the _buffy_ episodes i've taped for her. by the way, the musical last night was great! i really liked the first two songs, and the last two songs in the show. from what i can tell, the singing was authentic, done by the original cast. although tara's and dawn's and spike's voices sounded a little weird. overall, i was impressed. the episode was even done in widescreen! hell, i'd go see it in the theaters if it were a movie. joss whedon (who wrote all the songs) is pretty ingenious. but anyway, i went to the post office. buggers! they made me fill out a customs form just for a stupid videocasette! a hispanic couple was applying for a post-office box while i was standing in line, so i had to translate the english phrases such as "address" and "telephone number." well, not really translate.. i just had to read the words on the application. i guess this couple didn't know how to read english. it was my first encounter with illiteracy, and it's weird how we just take for granted that everyone knows how to read. i hope they got their PO box ok. their english was pretty bad, and the woman at the counter couldn't get across the idea that they couldn't get them right away. by the way, it costs $11 to mail a videocasette to japan on global priority mail. express goes all the way past $30. ouch. jay and i were watching the "smooth criminal" video by alien ant farm, and he pointed out how one of the band members was wearing a v-neck sweater. and i suddenly wanted one. i mean, i have one sweater like that, but it's kind of old and it's got a hole in it. so i'm dreaming of a navy blue v-neck sweater with red/white neck stripes. well, maybe not red. i don't want to look like an american flag. and hopefully, i'll fine it at abercrombie this weekend. yup. when i get the shopping urge, i can get pretty specific about what i want and where i want to get it. we'll see. i have a hard time choosing between watching _law and order_ and _southpark_. and no, i don't want to get tivo. i think that would turn me into a ridiculous magnitude of a couch potato. i still can't explain why i seem to have more thoughts and stuff when i have a job. i mean, it seems like life has come to a standstill, but frankly, i didn't do much at work this year, either. go figure. |