Catch Up

This is a repost from elsewhere in the ether. I'm trying to migrate my thoughts to this instead of that.

4/9/2005 - The Mrs. and I arrived in Los Angeles about two and a half weeks ago. It took us a few days to find an apartment. At one point, we found a great place, but after we looked at it twice, the landlady pulled the old switcheroo on us and told us the rent was actually more than she had advertised it for. Ummm...no thanks. The next day, we found the apartment where we now live and got a great deal.

We've spent the last week getting some minor furniture items to flesh out the place, and getting utilities and such worked out. Now, we're looking for jobs and getting in the flow of being real people, not just mad apartment hunters/decorators.

4/15/2005 - I spent a fair amount of time this week taking tests. Wha??? I know, it felt so weird. Actually, I got a lot more anxious during them than I remember getting in the past. The tests were various mundane things related to office work, accounting, etc. I was applying at temp agencies.

Typing tests, Word tests, Excel tests, math tests, spelling tests, alphabetizing tests, following directions tests...it can be pretty ridiculous considering the bulk of the jobs they want to offer you pay a glorified McDonald's wage. What happens if you score better? Do they pay you more than the other guy they could get to file their paperwork at $9 or $10 per hour? Probably not. So, why test me? If I come in and can actually put a sentence together in conversation with you and have some kind of education, let alone a freaking college degree, how about you just pass me through right there.

Sure hope I get that month-long, rote, $10/hour, bring-tears-to-my-eyes STOR-IT-HERE data entry job that's gone neglected by their own $40k/year employees for 2 years while I've been patiently awaiting my opportunity to get their ship together for them.