Work applications

Posted in work on March 31st, 2008 by V.E.

Final tally of work applications I submitted this weekend: 84 86 87 (!!!), including 4 snail-mail apps.

[dies]

Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about this for a while… until next Sunday, which is my “Viannah applies for work” day each week.

Day Three hundred three

Posted in powerof5 on March 31st, 2008 by V.E.
  1. I have only eight applications left to complete before Tuesday.
  2. I’ve finished over 60 work applications already. (I’m tired of not having money.)
  3. Something Bennett told me that his grandmother told him when she was still alive: “We suffer to be beautiful.”
  4. Words that can be spelled correctly in more than one way.
  5. Chocolate-covered toffee.

An Open Letter to NYC Weather

Posted in personal, wtf on March 30th, 2008 by V.E.

Dear New York Weather,

I love the seasons. It’s part of why I moved to the East Coast from Southern California. I love the rain, the snow, the leaves falling, even the heat (so long as I don’t have to be in the heat for too long). That said:

MAKE UP YOUR FRICKIN’ MIND ALREADY!!

Changing temperatures are a normal part of weather; I understand that, but this is ridiculous. Deciding to drop (or raise) the temperature by TWENTY degrees in 12 hours is NOT acceptable. I don’t mind it being 27°F, but I do mind when it was 53°F only five hours ago. Seriously.

Changing weather = cool.
Drastic temperature changes in a short period of time = NOT COOL.
Get it?

Kthanxbai,
Viannah

“Love Just Is” lyrics

Posted in lyrics on March 30th, 2008 by V.E.

SONG: Love Just Is
BY: Hilary Duff

When the night won’t fall and the sun won’t rise
And you see the best as you close your eyes
When you reach the top as you bottom out
But you understand what it’s all about

Nothing’s ever what it seems
In your life or in your dreams
It don’t make sense what can you do
So I won’t try makin’ sense of you

Love just is… whatever it may be
Love just is… in you and me
Nothing less and nothing more
I don’t know what I love you for
Love just is

When you ask to stay, and then disappear
It seems you’re gone, but you’re really here
When every move seems out of place
But every kiss is filled with grace

Some things never get defined
In your heart or in your mind
It don’t make sense what can you do
So I won’t try makin’ sense of you

Love just is… whatever it may be
Love just is… in you and me
Nothing less and nothing more
I don’t know what I love you for
Love just is

Don’t ever ask me for reasons
(Don’t ever ask me)
I can’t give to you
Don’t ever ask me for reasons
(Don’t ever ask me)
Why I live for you
I just do
I just do

Nothing’s ever what it seems
In your life or in your dreams
It don’t make sense what can you do
So I won’t try makin’ sense of you

Love just is… whatever it may be
Love just is… for you and me
Nothing less and nothing more
I don’t know what I love you for
Love just is
Love just is

Gah. so. tired

Posted in work on March 29th, 2008 by V.E.

I just applied for more than 25 jobs. All with their own cover letters. Jeeeeez, that was tiring. Not to mention it took like 5 hours. Seriously, whoever said that finding a job is a full time job was right. I only have about a billion more to go before Tuesday (when I’ll be leaving for Lancaster for the rest of the week).

Some of the more memorable jobs I applied for were:
—Young Democratic Socialists national organizer
—LIVE OUT LOUD program coordinator
—Dragonfly Productions executive assistant
—Chess-in-the-Schools program assistant
—Building Excellent Schools fellowship

My roommate’s girlfriend

Posted in personal on March 29th, 2008 by V.E.

My roommate, Eddie, is decently cool. He’s a 40s-something NYPD sergeant who doesn’t drink and has a thing for keeping things really clean. He met his girlfriend at the laundromat down the street, and she’s cute. A bit cross-eyed and too flat-chested for his tastes, he says, but cute anyway. She has two daughters by her estranged husband, one 7-ish and one nearly 1 (or just barely 1, I’m not sure which). Eddie has a daughter, 18, by his first wife, and a son, 16, by his second wife (who he’s in the process of divorcing). Eddie’s girlfriend is 24. But you know what? That’s fine. Whatever floats your boat, man. I’m not one to judge. At least not out loud…. heh. ^_^;;;

Anyway, his girlfriend is sweet. She loves the color pink so much that I’ve never seen either of her daughters wearing anything but pink clothing. Eh. Not my thing, but whatever. She’s nice and sometimes we gab about Eddie when he’s not in earshot. She’s a jealous one, though, and Eddie has lied to her on numerous occasions about where he’s been or what he’s been doing just so that he doesn’t have to deal with the possible (probable) repercussions. For the record, he’s never done anything I would consider to be wrong or jealous-worthy, though I must admit I have a pretty liberal and situation-oriented view of what “wrong” is. We’re JUST ROOMMATES, believe it or not, and though he’s taken me out to dinner a few times, it’s been made clear that it’s on a friends-only basis.

For example, this conversation has been had more than once, usually over the phone:

GF: Where are you?
Eddie: At the laundromat/grocery store/diner/pizzeria/Ikea/whatever.
    More conversation is had, then it returns to his whereabouts.
GF: Who are you with?
Eddie: [if he decides to tell the truth] Viannah.
GF: Why didn’t you tell me that before? Why is she with you?
Eddie: She’s just doing her laundry/getting food/eating dinner/whatever.
GF: Yeah, but why did you have to take her with you?
Eddie: I didn’t. She just—
GF: Then why is she with you?

If he decides not to tell the truth, the girlfriend is quite literally left of out loop and then I get the short end of the stick later because I said something (like, “Yeah, when we were at Ikea the other day… blah blah blah”) that she didn’t know. So, she gives him the evil eye (for not telling her), and he gives me the evil eye (for telling her by accident)—as if I was supposed to know what he did or did not tell her.

The way I see it, there are two things wrong with this. First and most obviously, he’s lying to her. Since I came clean about my troubled (or not) past, I’ve seriously and constantly clung to the idea that full disclosure* is important. I’m all about full disclosure. I love it and want everyone to do it as much as possible. Seriously. I’ve been converted. Lying sucks. Heaven knows people don’t agree with me (coughBennettcough), but I truly believe that full disclosure is the answer to most of the world’s problems. And, yes, I’d really go that far: when people know, they are much more likely to be responsible, not to mention more well-adjusted and concerned citizens. I despise the notion that “what I don’t know won’t hurt me”—that in itself is a lie!!! Anyway, full disclosure is important in personal relationships, too. Maybe more important. So, the first thing is that Eddie’s lying to his girlfriend.

* “Full disclosure” is the idea that a person should tell the whole truth in an effort to create an atmosphere of honesty and allow the other person(s) involved to make better-informed decisions. It’s also known as “information disclosure” and is most often used in legal documents and in regards to security issues.

I understand that he doesn’t want to have to deal with her jealousy issues and it’s just easier for everyone if she thinks that everything is the way she wants it to be, but what if she finds out? Lying just compounds the problem; not only do you have to deal with the jealousy thing, you also have to deal with no longer being trusted—or trustworthy. Plus, anyone smart enough to realize that you’re lying to your own girlfriend will realize that you’re probably lying to them, too. So, the “being trusted” thing goes out the window, and not just for one person. Everyone who watched you lie and knows you’re lying won’t trust you, either. Plus, lying implies that you have something to hide. If the situation is innocent, as ours is, why are you lying? It’s a totally no-win situation.

The second thing is less obvious. To keep things running smoothly in Eddie’s relationship with his girlfriend, he lies to her about where he’s been and what he’s done (particularly in relation to me, his roommate). But that means that when I don’t lie (about where he’s been and what he’s done—all of which, I repeat, is innocent, so I don’t know what the big deal is, anyway), I’m creating problems. So, I can either [1] go along with Eddie’s lies to make everything easier, or [2] not go along with them and get reprimanded every time I make things harder for him. If I do #1, I have to [a] keep tabs on everything he has or has not told her so that my story will stay in sync, [b] perpetuate his lies by lying myself, and [c] cover for him when she asks me about him. That is not making “everything easier” for me. If I do #2, Eddie chides me for creating problems between him and his girlfriend and he strongly implies that I’ve let him down and I’m less of a friend for doing so.

The underlying problem here is, essentially, that his girlfriend is unreasonably jealous. Let me say, though: jealously in and of itself isn’t a bad thing. It’s a bad thing only when it unduly interferes with one’s personal relationships… which, in this case, it is. So, she’s jealous of the time we (Eddie and I) spend together… the complete ridiculousness of which she would understand if she knew what went on when we’re alone or at the grocery store or diner or whatever. But, instead of trying to fix or otherwise work on the problem, Eddie seems to just ignore it and lies instead, which makes things easier for him (so long as [1] I don’t mess things up and [2] his girlfriend doesn’t find out in some other way).

That leaves me in a bind. I don’t want to lie anymore, for any reason; seriously, lying has totally lost its flavor for me. But, I also don’t want to create more tension between Eddie and me—I do have to live with him, after all, at least for the next three or four months (more on this later). Any advice you all have would be greatly appreciated.

Hmm…

Posted in finances on March 28th, 2008 by V.E.

This does not sit well with the idea that kids are supposed to grow up, move out, and move on. Well, at least I know where I’m going to be living when I’m 50. *cries*