frauleigneli

So this has been a pretty exciting week! A few entries ago I mentioned that i had a job interview, if anyone remembers. That was actually a poor way of describing what went down which was basically me going to Aldi along with dozens of other people and turning in an application. I kind of thought they would conduct interviews on the spot, but in the end they didn't. They just took everybody's application and said they'd call us Monday by five o' clock if they had any interest in interviewing us. I felt pretty sure I would get a call. After all, I was one of the  few people at the hiring fair who wasn't in pajamas, cut off shorts, a tank top, etc. Plus my employment history is immaculate, if I do say so myself. But Monday rolled around and I waited all day for a phone call and didn't get one. It was super disappointing. I also never heard from the Champaign Library, which really makes me mad because they said you would at LEAST get an email letting you know you hadn't been selected for an interview. Lie. At any rate, let me tell you that it is a hard time to get a job in CU. My frustration really boiled over on Tuesday when I went to IHOP, to revert to serving which I hate, and was told that they're closing entirely on the 31st so probably getting a job there wasn't a good idea.

I started thinking about all of the things I'm going to have to buy soon, and it was also at that time that my car began the shuddering shaking thing it's been doing since the engine light came on, and it was very overwhelming and scary. Like, what if I can't afford to move out like I've always planned? And my concerns are pretty trivial still. At least I HAVE A place to live if I don't get hired somewhere right away, and at least I just need to support myself and not anyone else in my family. At least my family has made it clear that they can and will spot me for some dough if I ever need it. What do you even do if you're a parent trying to find a job right now? You're effed, that's what.

I was complaining about all of this to my mother when the district manager of Aldi called, a week and a day later than when she was supposed to, but still hoping I would come in for an interview. Thanks be to God. Interviewed with her yesterday, and am hoping to find out by Friday (or, you know, a week from then haha) if I am hireable. It would be a really awesome job because it's $10.50 an hour except on Sundays when it's $11.50, and they close every night at eight. I am really really grateful that I got the opportunity to interview and if I get hired, it will make my life complete. If I don't, I will probably bitch about it a lot in this very journal. But lets not even consider that opportunity. :)

This weekend the family and myself are going to Milwaukee to see the Brewers play the Dodgers. We are not Brewers fans or Dodgers fans but we do like baseball games and visiting new cities so I think it will be fun. I also think that we will become Dodgers fans for the purposes of this game because we will obviously not be cheering for the Brewers any sooner than we're going to hope that the Cardinals win. As in, never ever even on pain of death ever.

I'm doing my best to tie up all the loose ends that require it before I start at the U of I. Like getting my immunization records, and signing my lease and buying some dishes and some sheets and some towels and some paint, plus purchasing textbooks.

Lately I haven't been sure how much I need to censor myself in this journal. There is all kinds of stuff I would like to invite public discussion over, but at the same time when I write in here it is open to everyone I'm friends with on facebook, with perhaps two exceptions. And I like leaving it open. I've been getting lots of comments and I really enjoy that. But at the same time, I occasionally want to write about topics and experiences that are exclusive to girls or just slightly more personal. That's a hard thing to do when all . . . I dunno, hundred and some number of friends can read this junk. I feel like I've crossed the line into the realm of innappropriate a few times before. It's just really hard to say.

Before I broach my newest point of interest, I believe I will think about it some more.