I recently joined a website (http://www.postcrossing.com/) dedicated to maintaining a homebase for snailmail enthusiasts all over the world. I've already sent quite a few cards. Unfortunately, there is a limit to how many you can send at one time when you're starting out. I suppose they don't want you to bite off more than you can chew just because you're stoked to be a part of some "community" on the interwebs. I understand. So, that means I have to WAIT FOR DAYS while the sent postcard travels and then for the recipient to register the goddamn thing. And I swear, there is this one guy in Russia who is holding out on me.
Anyway, there is a way around it, kinda. You can "direct swap" with other members who are interested. This means you'll each get a postcard (trusting they actually send one, which they have so far) and they will get a postcard but it won't be registered. Therefore, it doesn't count with the number displayed on your profile. Whatever, it isn't a popularity contest.
Also, you get a postcard wall displaying all the cards you've sent, received, and "fave'd".
OF COURSE this website has only made me more obsessed with the whole business. And silly me, I went snooping around the internet and found that there are a million other blogs about sending snail mail, all of which I want to immediately follow because that means there is a whole other community I can join and then despise because damnit, they got to the idea first.
Bugger.
Unemployment must be fucking with my mind. Too much Roseanne and Facebook.
Don't get me wrong, I've been getting out of the house and riding my bike everyday. Applying to places left and right. I have another job interview tomorrow, which I hope will go better than the one at Ben and Jerry's yesterday.
I got up early and rode my bike to the Haiku cannery with Clay. He works at a restaurant there called Colleen's. The bus to the Queen Kahumanu Center (mall) doesn't leave until 9:11. Perfect! I can just go to the Postal Shop and send a little gift to my friend Hannah, drop off 9 postcards, and print off some resumes to take to the mall in case this interview goes to shit.
But, of course, the Postal Shop isn't open until 9:00.
I stalk the storefront until 9:05 and the shades never rose and the lights never turned on.
Meaning I'd have to walk around all day with a small pink dinosaur plush stuffed in my backpack (Hannah's present).
The interview didn't go poorly, really. The guy was nice enough but I could tell that the store is clearly going through ownership change, business is slow, there isn't any advertising, they only hire locals, so on and so forth. I filled out a 4 page general information/questionnaire application, even though they already have my resume.
My feathers are ruffled because I know that I am overqualified at this job, it should be a no-brainer. Yet, he tells me I'll need to wait until early next week for a second interview with the owner, MAYBE, and if not, then sometime around Thanksgiving.
(now I REALLY wish the Postal Shop was open so I could have those resumes on hand...)
THANKSGIVING?!
I need a job NOW! I'm so frustrated that I could eat a whole bunch of mint chocolate ice cream and smoke cigarettes!
...Already doing that!
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 23. I wanted to have a job by my birthday. Not just HAVE the job but already beginning to settle in to this new job. Getting a feel for my co-workers. Remembering prices and feeling comfortable with the computer system.
A lesson in: You can't always get what you want.
And before you go: Skyfall was excellent. Go see it.
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