I have an addictive personality…I think.

Between message boards, Sims 2, and Plurk, I’ve been keeping myself from doing the stuff that I should be doing online. Like working on this project, updating this blog, and working on another layout for over here. But I’m too busy–if you want to call it that–Plurking with Ancryru and Brandy. Ahh, fun stuffs, I tell you.

In other news, still waiting for that 2nd interview. In the event that it doesn’t happen (I’m not banking on it), I’m whoring the shit out of my resume. Did I tell you about the time where the temp agency that I was working with called me for something really stupid?

Last year, I was set up with a data entry job with the Board of Education. I went for training and they told us that they would call us as early as the next day. I waited two weeks at least, and they never called. Basically I went to training for nothing. Yes, at the time it wasn’t for nothing, but turns out it was. Anyway, I never got any calls from them until earlier this year. Mind you they set me up with this job (and this is the only job they set me up with) early 2007. I remember because I was still in a bubble coat. I get a call from them earlier this year, while I was asleep nonetheless.

(Phone rings)
(In slightly dragged-out tired voice–trying to make it sound normal) “Hello?”
“Hello, Natalie?”
“Yes?”
“This is ____, and I’m calling from _____, and I’m calling because there was a problem with the paperwork. First of all, are you working?”
“No.”
“Okay, well, when you filled out your papers, there was a problem with the date.”
“What do you mean?” (Keep in mind, I’m still groggy)
“When you signed them, you put 2006 instead of 2007. Now we need you to come in and change it.”
(Now very alert, like that time when I got a phone call about a man who asked if I wanted him to lick my pussy–another story for later on) “Say what?”
“That’s why we can’t find you any jobs, because of that. So if you can come over and–”
“Hold on. You want me to come there and change something as trivial as that?”
“Do you live in the area?”
“I don’t even live in the same borough.”
“Oh, so you can’t come?”
“Not at this moment.”
“In the near future?”
“Yeeah…”
“Okay, then. Have a nice day.”

I was pissed at the fool for waking me up for some shit like that. I was more pissed at the fool for thinking that I was going to spend $4 on transportation for a visit that’s only, at most, 10 minutes long? Fuck that. Which is why I don’t care to go into temp agencies. But that was some bullshit; I laughed my ass off when I got off the phone with the person.

Some people’s kids.

But yeah, since I’ll be home by myself the whole week next week, I can probably be more productive with less interruptions. Probably. Hopefully.