No. I'm not jewish. (But, sometimes, I would like to be.)
Work has been rough. You know it's time to move on when you can't stand to hear someone's voice. Everything about them envokes an eye-roll. Which only leds to you being pissy the rest of your day. Oy. OY. OOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
With all the oy's taken care of I've applied all over this city, and many others, looking for a replacement. When 800 people applied for 1 job though, it's kind of tough. Maybe I've used up all my job opportunities? Since graduation I've had.... 5 jobs. I've chosen to leave and find a better one most of the time-regardless of time spent there-because they sucked.
2006- IPI. Just kill me for ever even thinking that place was a healthy work environment. When your bosses are the owners too. Things ain't gonna fly too well. OH, and when they're Jehvah Witnesses who like to 'witness' to their employees during business hours, bad combo. Decided to keep on keepin' on when i was having anxiety attacks about them yelling, before it happened. I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire. Harsh. True. Assholes.
mid 2006-2007- DL. Not a bad gig, just in Indiana and really REALLY boring. I was over qualified and needed a job so I took it. Which only landed me in debt, seeing as it felt like I was paid in Monopoly money. Credit Cards are NOT your friend when you are making below poverty. Just an FYI.
2007- GCJ. My dream job! (I thought) I was hired into my first Ad Agency and thought I was a rock star. Sadly, when they hire you and don't have any actual WORK for you do complete, things turn sour. And then you draw unemployment. (BUT NEVER wish you were in Indiana.)
mid 2007-2008- Oh Murrel. You've heard about Murrel. If you haven't ask me and I'll entertain you with unbelievable stories of racial jokes, sleeping in your office chair and making employees pay into the pety cash box when you feel like it. I guess when you're 79 years old the world owes you a favor or two. Designing for the first time in a long time, and although I had to put up with all of the above, I liked it. I liked the girls I worked with. I didn't like driving to Louisville everyday. Gas was killing me. Not to mention Murrell didn't seem to wanna die anytime soon. So I moved on...
early 2008-present- OY.
There's your quick employement history recap. So see, maybe i've used up all my job choices? I dunno. It's touch and go. With that said, I've applied for an Assistant Editor position at a magazine (no, not Cosmo, baby steps), a Graphic Design teacher position (ITT Tech, you know you want me. I want the $50k, you want me. Let's make this happen), and various other places just to get the heck outta dodge.
Until then, i'll be here sputtering off Jewish terms and talking to myself.
