[+] Patty is ecstatic/honored/grateful that she was offered sort of part-time job that requires her to blog (and get paid for it)!I know I don't usually write about ~real life on a week day, but today is hard to ignore, especially now that I'm crashing from my iced cafe mocha high during the afternoon. // start real life rambling: As I've said before, I'm kind of confused/clueless as to what I want to do 'after college' and thus my extended self-imposed vacation (also because _lexizzle is coming home and I want to spend time with him).
[+] Patty was nervous for the unexpected interview of the said sort of part-time job and so ended up oversharing irrelevant information during interview
[+] Patty is too freaking lazy to do all necessary paper work before getting said job
So when a part-time job (which would only be for a month or so and I can do it from the house) was offered to me (by a friend whom I already took a part-time job from before), I was actually kind of excited to have some sort of source of income (plus the fact that the job entailed blogging) minus the 'realities' of real work (
BREAK: It's funny how now that I'm sort of taking on this blogging quasi-job, it took me forever to formulate the first two paragraphs! /END OF BREAK Anyway, the point of this entry is not to write about the difficulties of finding a job (that will come when I actually apply for a job), I just wanted to share how crazy my day had been.
Considering, I didn't think this job was a ~real job, I wasn't prepared for the phone call I got yesterday asking me to come in for an interview. I've never been interviewed in my life and I'm scared shitless of interviews. The only interview I went on (for org application), I was just crying like crazy. It's either I won't say anything or I'll say too much. True enough, at my interview this morning (which I thought I was gonna be late for), I was purposely reining myself in when talking about my 'blogging experience'
The very sweet interviewer said she's never heard someone talk so passionately about blogging. I take that passionate is a euphemism for CRAZY OBSESSIVE. I wanted to tell her, I'm already trying to keep my emotions at a minimum, ma'am. I hope I didn't scare her five minutes into the interview.
So the interview didn't go so bad and I feel like I overshared my life with this poor woman who probably didn't need to know that I spend my entire day on the laptop and was trying so hard to figure out what my other interests were other than the Internet (my life is sad) or that I love to read fanfiction or any other crazy detail I happened to blurt out which was so irrelevant to the job but I said anyway.
But then after the interview, some other guy who works for HR briefs me in another room of ALL THE CRAZY PAPERWORK I have to do and the tests I have to take. WAIT HOLD UP! I thought this was a ~non-job job. Why do I need to do all these things?!?!
On the long list of things I have to accomplish are: a test I have to take on Tuesday which will last for god knows how many hours and which the HR guy so nicely put it, is FAILABLE. People have failed this test. I also have to get a medical check-up complete with stool and urine samples and female doctors examining my ENTIRE BODY (I will need to shit and pee on command and strip in front of a stranger! Hello a-whole-nother entry).
I also need to get an NBI Clearance which I tried to get after hours in line but apparently, I can't pick up till the 23rd, cause my name is a HIT! What is a HIT?! It means someone has the SAME NAME (YEP, all three long-ass names with the same weird initial AND not so common last name) as me and they need to make sure that I don't share a name/am a psycho.
Let's not forget my SSS number, a TIN number, a Police Clearance, a cedula, my transcript of records, lots of ID pictures, and I'm sure some other things I forgot to list but will have to accomplish.
On one hand, doing this now for my non-real job is actually fine as I'll need all this too for my real-job one day soon but the fact is I know this isn't exactly THE job yet. It's A job till THE job comes along. So knowing all that and having to do all these, makes it much more of a hassle for the very very lazy me. And the fact that it's a holiday tomorrow and PB arrives Sunday does not help the let's-go-do-it-Patty attitude.
No, I'm not complaining. I'm thankful for this job. Especially since I realized I have no money and things I want in the mall (like pretty -- and expensive -- shades and gorgeous -- and expensive -- dresses) can't be taken from the store without going through that register thing at the counter. Money that I can only get from entering the real world.
I'm just hoping the real world can stay away for a while till I grow up. But wait, I must be grown up. I dressed up in non-sneakers and a ratty t-shirt for the interview. I was shaking hands with HR officers this morning. I was filling out forms with TIN numbers in City Hall this afternoon. Damn. Why do I still feel like such a child then?!
Okay. I've written way too much about this and upon reread, it doesn't make
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUNNY ENTRY OF MY CRAZY DAY. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?! MUST GET BACK TO NORMAL SOON!!!