trying.

So...I am trying to find a new job. Walgreen's is ever-so-depressing to work for. I mean, really? I've been there for 5 years and get paid x amount. It truly is not just. Thank goodness for Craigslist and people desperate for someone to answer their phones, eh?
Sent out several resumes, including a fun one to Tulane's library. WHAT?! So...maybe I'll be able to say, "Oh, I just work at Tulane. Go Green Wave. It's all bananas."

But probably not. Hey, at least I tried.
Either way, I shall update y'all on any exciting events that happen.

Whale Wars.

I've decided that this is much too depressing to post my failure in the job market, so I am going to make this a hobby blog. I am an interesting individual with many different interests.

Tonight's topic: Whale Wars. I love this show. I love it so much I want to have a son and name him Ady Gil Haar (assuming I have a child with Kevin). A dog or cat (preferably black) would also suffice with such a name.

I also am looking to make my incoming text message ringtone "The world is a vampire". The opening line to the Smashing Pumpkins song. I feel as though it really would be fitting.

I am so enthralled with Whale Wars that I watched the South Park episode making fun of the tv show. I've been a fan of South Park for well over a decade. Since it began, actually. So, obviously, I must say, despite the terrible mocking of Whale Wars, it was (as always) spot on in the discrepencies in the tv show. Trey PArker and Matt Stone are brilliant. I wish I had that kind of brilliance.

I'm going to go take part in one or more of my other hobbies which include:
1. Mopping my hardwood floor with Murphy's Oil Soap, which makes my house naturally repellent to mosquitoes since it turns into a giant citronella fume house.
2. Watching Season 4 of CSI:. Gil and Sarah are about to get together (or are they already together?) and I love television romances. My all-time favorite: Chandler and Monica from Friends.
3. Playing Mario Party 8 on the Wii. Mario Party on the 64 is deemed too dangerous for my "dainty" hands. I got a huge blister in the middle of my hand from the little joystick thing when I was Bowser and had to play Tug-O-War with the other players. NOT fun.

More on the hobbies of a poor, sadly employed individual coming later.

Please state your race: HUMAN race.

I have had two interviews at public schools in the Recovery School District in New Orleans and Baton Rouge, LA. BOTH interviews, my skin color was brought up. "How can you, as a young, caucasian female teach a population of predominantly African American adolescents?" I teach them! Our opposing melanin and skin pigmentations have nothing to do with the job at hand. These children need to learn. I WANT them to learn and excel and I have the enthusiam and passion for my subject as well as a strong will to make my potential students want to succeed that my skin color should not matter.

On a more positive note rather than the one of my impending doom of probably working at Walgreen's as a service clerk for the rest of my life since no one seems to want to hire a college graduate nowadays, I received a 4.0 in my 9 credit hours of graduate courses at Louisiana College. YAY for A's in grad school! Take that, Truman. You and your ridiculous standards. Or maybe Louisiana College has ridiculously low standards. Regardless. I got all A's. And wrote an excellent educational theorist analysis of Lev Vygotsky and got a 100%. WHAT.

I'd like to blog more often. I currently titled my blog "White Chocolate" to deal with my passive aggressive feelings for the Recovery School District right now, but I'm trying to come up with a creative title. Not than anyone really seeks out the angsty rantings of a prospective teacher with no hope of ever finding a job. EVER. But then again, some people might.
Now I just sound vain.
Anyway. The job search will continue until I get the job I want. Which may never happen. But that won't stop me from venting my true feelings on the internet for everyone to read.

Fun book I'm reading: "Year of Wonders" by Geraldine Brooks.
This book has been there for me through many-a-rough-time. Once, before I went to college I read it. I'll be honest--I didn't finish it. I then read it after Hugo and I broke up. Got me through a rough time, and made me feel better about my predicament. A boy was just a dick to me. At least St. Joseph or Kirksville wasn't infested with the black plague. Now, I am reading it in homage to my job search that is tirelessly in vain. And I'll be honest. I feel damn good when I read this book. I've always been sick like that.

I would also like to note that I realize I type in many sentence fragments. I re-read a bit of my post and was a bit appalled by the amount of sentence fragments.

I could do without hotels at this point.

I have been living in a hotel in Alexandria, LA (central LA) for the past nine days. It's fine. Except I don't have a kitchen so I've been eating JUNK for the past nine days. Not to say I actually cook, but if we were at Miss Terri's house, I would be LEARNING how to cook, likely at this very moment.
Hotels don't have back yards for dogs, either, so we take Bella and Maeby to a school's basketball court. I truly feel bad for having to go to such measures to have the dogs run around, but they will not tolerate leash walking anymore, and I respect that. They need to run out their energy as opposed to building it up all day in the extra-cold, extra-dark, extra-small hotel room. This experience has been enlightening to really truly knowing the importance of a backyard for our over-active dogs. And I don't mind that. They're dogs. It would be weird if they didn't run around with their tongues hanging 5 feet out of their mouths.
Classes are going well. Job search is still going, but looking good for jobs in Baton Rouge.
Tomorrow we get to leave for New Orleans and I could not be more happy. I just want to settle down. I want to do laundry! I had a glorious dream the other night that I got to do all the laundry in the world. Sad, isn't it?
It was supposed to rain today. More blue sky than anything, honestly. I haven't seen rain in more than a week! We need to cool down a bit now!
I'm off to take the dogs to the park. YAY!

I love talking about weather. (nerd)

Right now, I am hanging out @ Miss Terri's house waiting for a thunderstorm. Storms are different here than in the midwest. I forgot about that. In the midwest, if the sky got dark and looked like it was about to rain, chances are, it was going to rain because it was part of this ridiculous system that covered at least northern Missouri and southern Iowa. Here, it's a patch. Just a little bitty patch. It's different. I'm not complaining, though. I love storms with thunder and lightning. I love living by the Gulf. Kevin just went outside to investigate the crazy thunder we've been hearing. He said we have nothing but blue skies above us. All the rain is literally just down the street aways. Like I said, it's different. I included the radar just because I thought it was funny. We are in the void.

In other weather news, I have finally been able to sweat this year. Haven't done much of it in Kirksville and I must say, it was satisfying. Disgusting or not, Kirksville temperatures were just a bit ridiculous this May and I don't really want to experience cold like that in spring for a long time.

Still no job. Still freaking out about it. I'm going to make myself relax and go hang out at Walgreen's once classes die down a bit. Class was moved to River Ridge, just down the road from where Kevin and I are staying, fortunately. However, we are required to make the 3 and a half hour drive whenever there is a presenter. We will be in Pineville more often than not, unfortunately, so I won't be seeking Walgreen's work until after that hectic bit of summer is done with. I WAS going to go to the Tangipahoa Parish job fair, but since Kevin and I have to be in Pineville, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. They need to provide college classes about weighing decisions and prioritizing. No one offers classes about the real world or growing up. Just informative classes about your future profession. I'm stressing out, and instead of bothering the people around me about it, I am going to post all of my worries on here, for the world to see. My worrying has not been good for my relationship with Kevin. I'm obsessive about getting these jobs and the minute I'm in front of a computer to the minute I need to go to sleep, I am searching for jobs ANYWHERE. Last night, I spent a good two hours writing a short e-mail to a school about a job vacancy. This is getting out of hand. At least I've recognized it, and I am going to be better about it. Kevin and I set up the Wii so that has been a very good preoccupier. Chores today. I miss chores. I need to do them so I feel like I am home.

I also need to get dressed. It's 12:30. :\ To wear the hair up or fight the humidity with it down...THAT is the question.

The big move.

So. I just moved to New Orleans, Louisiana to start an exciting career as a teacher. Although I'm not officially employed, things are most definitely looking up as I begin my aggressive job search. Upon calling the Recovery School District, I was transferred immediately to the staffing department. In my cynical and ever-so-pessimistic mind, I still found that to be a good sign. So, now, I'm in the process of making my resume (super difficult task, btw. I want to look GOOD) and finishing my application so hopefully I'll get offered one of the many social studies jobs in RSD. If not, I'll just keep on keeping on until I get something that works for me.

On another note, Kevin and I are not going to have to live in a Motel 6 for six weeks while taking classes in Pineville, LA because classes are now being offered @ John Curtis in River Ridge. It's right up the road from where we are currently staying. Because we do not have to dish out serious cash to stay in a hotel, Kevin and I have decided to look for a more permanent residence here, so as to not overstay our welcome at Miss Terri's house. Plus, it will be nice to just get all of the moving finally out of the way and officially start our lives together in New Orleans sooner than later. I'm mostly excited about this upcoming fall when we will finally have paycheck to get decent furniture (that isn't from the side of the road or from a dumpster).

So...yay! Things seem to be working out, thankfully. And I've limited crying because I need to focus on the matter at hand, which is ultimately getting a job and continuing to be on my own without assistance from my parents. I'm pretty impressed with myself that I haven't had to ask for any money and plan on keeping it that way. I just have to ignore all of the exceptionally good restaurants I pass by and pretend I'm still in Kirksville because there is nothing to spend money on there. Might as well help my bank account and keep it that way.

Hopefully I'll have more good news to post soon. Until then...