Scarves and jobs

I finished my purple scarf last night. Not because I was particularly motivated to finish it; but rather, I was motivated to get it off my size 10.5 needles so I could use them to start a different scarf. One that will be a gift--my first that I will give to an adult, so it has to be good. No mistakes allowed! Or, more realistically, only a couple mistakes allowed! Can't say who it's for; it would ruin the surprise, even though this friend isn't a regular reader. So far it's looking good. I've only got a few inches, though. It's very thin yarn.

So back to the purple scarf. I'd been working on it for ages, and when I pulled it out last night I was delightfully surprised to see it only needed a few more inches! So I finished it, and wore it out to breakfast today. Of course, it was like 85 degrees, so I didn't need a scarf at all, but gosh darnit, I spent hours knitting the thing, so I'm gonna wear it! I kind of like how it turned out, with the makeshift pattern I came up with.


After much hemming and hawing, I've decided to apply for a job that qualifies as "settling." It's basically scoring student essays for a big testing company...I may be delusional, but I think I'm a shoo-in because the only requirement is that you have a bachelor's degree and can write a decent essay. So since I have that, PLUS I was a teacher and scored essays for five stinkin' years, if they don't hire me, I might as well go jump off the nearest bridge. The pay isn't great, it's only 35 hours a week, and there are no benefits, but hopefully it will get my foot in the door, so to speak...this would be a good company to work for in a permanent capacity. Assuming I get an interview, I'll have to find out if this can be used as a stepping stone job. If not, it's probably not worth it...I'd be working three weeks just to make rent, the fourth week would almost cover my Cobra premium, and then the rest of my expenses for the month (including all the gas for the commute to downtown Durham) would come out of savings. Gosh, I'm not making it out to be a very attractive opportunity. I don't know. We'll see what happens. I have applied for other jobs this week, better ones, but haven't gotten any calls.

I must take leave, now, and go enjoy this gorgeous weather. I'm thinking Umstead. You'll see photos, no doubt.

It's February already??!!

I'm due for a new post but haven't got much to say. This afternoon I delivered a cake for my friends Larry and Carlee, to a woman in RTP. It was for her mother's 63rd birthday. Monday I went over to Larry and Carlee's with Arvind for dinner and games. We played Coda, Loot, and Scattergories. I lost miserably at every single one. I think we are witnessing the tragic and yet perversely hilarious gradual decline of yours truly's mental capacity. My brain, until now only mushy in spots (mostly the ones in use when I attempt to display even minor physical coordination) is just about entirely mushlkjroqc.... At least I can still spell Febuary Frebuary Febrary February. Dude, write February ten times in a row. It starts to look reeeeally weird.

A-hem. Pardon me. Where was I? Ah, yes. My decline. In the final throes of self-preservation, I dropped off a follow-up thank-you letter at the company where I interviewed last week. I figured, since I was in the neighborhood, why not? Afterwards I went back to the Body Shop outlet to get a couple more oil warmers. They're a steal at only $3 each, normally like $15 in the regular stores. They really are the best way to fragrance your home. Plug-in thingies, even the oil ones, work okay for a few days in a small area like the bathroom. Candles are so expensive and the smell isn't that strong. But oil over an open flame, that's the ticket.

Weekend Update (though not as funny as SNL)

Movies
Saw Brokeback Mountain on Friday. It was a good film, in that the characters were vividly portrayed, the scenery was stunning, and the plot dealt with a delicate subject matter in a respectful yet compelling way. It reminded me a lot of If These Walls Could Talk 2, the first story, the one that takes place in the early 1960's. Two old ladies had lived together all their lives as more than friends, but no one knew the extent of their relationship because it just wasn't acceptable in those days. Very sad. But at least in that movie they got to be together, so even though it was a secret, they were not torturously kept apart like in Brokeback.

Behind the Scenes
Saturday I got to peek inside the world of sitcom pilots. Arvind is shooting one next weekend and he had to go check out the studio to see if it had everything they would need in terms of lighting, sets, props, etc. Very cool.


Shopping
Afterwards we went to Triangle Town Center, which I had never been to. It's nice. I've been searching for the perfect black sweater turtleneck for some time now. Seems like a simple request, no? But the search has been futile indeed. That is, until I entered a store called Coldwater Creek. I'd never heard of them, but I went inside anyway, out of desperation. I saw sweaters of every color and every style. Red cardigans. Blue crewnecks. Even black turtlenecks...with giant gray cats embroidered on them! I was ready to give up and leave, when I saw a round table with sweaters of various colors neatly folded and stacked. As I came around the side, there they were, PLAIN, BLACK, TURTLENECK SWEATERS! The clouds parted and harps played and angels sang in harmonious glory. Ever the cynic, unwilling to get my hopes up, I thought, "They probably won't have my size." But, to their credit, they had several larges. "I bet they're $59 each," I convinced myself, still doubtful that my quest would be over today. But no! They were actually on sale! I held up the sweater, and it looked too perfect, but I had to try it on to be safe. I rushed into the dressing room, only to be greeted by a lady who wanted to ask my name and write it on a post-it on the door. Geez, lady, come on, don't you know this is an emergency? I get in the room, rip off my pink turtleneck, and pull on the black one. Aaaaah. Perfect weight, just enough stretch, good length on the arms, not too tight, not too boxy, perfect length. I had to bite my tongue to keep from shouting "Yippee!" right there in the dressing room! I promptly changed back into my clothes, and ran out to see what other colors they had. Alas, only screamingly bright colors that would not flatter in the least. Convinced, however, that this was, in fact, The Perfect Turtleneck Sweater, I bought two in black. Black fades, you know. Gotta have a backup.

Sunday I went to Cary Town Center and purchased a mint chocolate chip ice cream candle (oh yeah, it smells unbelievably like the real thing!), as well as a new purse (newsworthy because it's about twice the size of my other purses). But nothing as earth-shattering as the Black Turtleneck Sweaters. I'm sure ladies out there know what I felt: that adrenaline rush of finding exactly what you were looking for at a bargain price. It's a particularly sweet victory after such a long quest that seemed like it would end in fruitless defeat, especially with spring drawing nigh. And now it's immortalized forever in my blog. To bore all the male readers and make all the female ones jealous. Sorry. ;-)

How cool is this?!

So there's this company that will scan your blog and pick out the most commonly used words, and arrange them alphabetically in a "word cloud," wherein the more a word is used, the larger it appears. Then they print the result on a t-shirt. The coolest part is that you can try it before you buy it. This is what mine would look like:


Who knew I used the word objectionable that much?

Happy Chinese New Year!

My blog counter is at 888 on the first day of the Lunar New Year. How fortuitous!

The interview: Eh.

I'm sure everyone is waiting with baited breath to hear how the interview went. Bottom line: I was relaxed and well-spoken, but I think I lack experience in the areas they are looking for. Whoever wrote the ad for Monster needs a reality check. It is very generic, when in fact the company is looking for someone with a background in sales or training others in sales. I have neither. Nor have I actually done any adult training. I taught junior highers and I designed training materials for adults. And I mentored a trainee at the insurance company. But really, no hands-on corporate training experience. Which you'd think they would know if they read my stinkin' resume. So much for the screening process. Of course, I know I would be awesome at it--showing people how to do things and helping them learn just come naturally to me and I derive great satisfaction from it. But the issue is getting someone to hire me based on my firm belief alone.

Well, my firm belief and my 15-minute demo presentation. After much hand-wringing I chose the topic of recycling. It's something I have enthusiasm for, and yet is not totally lame (such as coin collecting or digital cameras). I think it came off well. They appeared attentive and engaged at least. The length was fine, the pace was fine, the amount of information was fine (all of which were things I had to work on during rehearsals last night). Here are a couple screenshots of the slides:



I am very pleased with out they turned out. I created the template myself, from the speckled green background to the photo sidebars (which are all pictures I took). Maybe I should think about graphic design again. The time I spent messing with the template was very enjoyable. Or photography. Damn those look good.

So this morning, I awoke three minutes before my alarm clock went off, after a decent night's sleep (no anxiety-ridden tossing and turning as I would have expected). I had already picked out what to wear (and tried it on to make sure it looked okay), and had gotten everything ready to go: application filled out, handouts printed, presentation burned to CD, directions to the office Googled, lint roller set aside (to remove evidence of Comet from my black clothes). It took only 20 minutes to get there. Being right near the airport, the building is tucked behind a ton of hotels. Funny, since my last job was also adjacent to the airport near a plethora of lodgings. There was no place to park, so I had to hike a bit. Good to get the blood pumping.

In the end, I feel I did my best at the interview, and we'll just have to see what they decide. They said they'll have a decision in two weeks. They've intereviewed seven people so far. That's a lot of competition. One thing that caused me to wince a little: the job requires 60% travel. I would love to travel, but three out of every five days? Sheesh! Unless, of course, the travel occurs during business hours and I'm getting paid to read a book on a plane. There are worse ways to spend a workday.

Thank you to everyone for your very kind and generous support and encouragement. I appreciate it so very much and it helps to know so many people are rooting for me and have confidence in me even when I have doubts.

We live in a strange, strange world

I just checked my email. Two new messages.

CNN Breaking News 12:42 pm (12 minutes ago)
-- Islamic militant group Hamas wins landslide victory in Palestinian parliamentary election, officials say.

BMG Music Service 12:38 pm (16 minutes ago)
Your ASHLEE SIMPSON Featured Selection is here!

We really do ask a lot of ourselves to live in a world where the disparity of things competing for our attention is so vast.

I got an interview!!

Woo hoo! When my cell phone rang at 9 am on the dot, I knew there was a 94% chance that it would be job-related, so I jumped out of bed (yeah, yeah, I was still sleeping) to answer it. Sure enough, it was one of the employers to which I had applied for a training position. She asked me a bunch of questions, the standard interview fare, which I guess has now become the standard pre-interview fare. Like, "What are your strengths?" (Attention to detail, time management, organization) "What are your weaknesses?" (Easily frustrated with incompetence--not with trainees, with them I'm extremely patient--and struggling with diplomacy) "Why did you leave your last job?" (The boss was an egomaniac) She asked if I had any questions, and I asked about their timeline for filling the position. She said they are working pretty quickly on this. In my head, I thought about how the job posting was dated 12/15 on Monster--either their definition of quickly differs from mine, or it's just NOW that they've decided to jump on the ball. I also asked where the job is located--it's in Morrisville, which is not a bad commute. She gave me her phone number and said I could call her to follow up if I hadn't heard anything in a week or so. Very considerate, since at most jobs you never know one way or the other.

Not 45 minutes later, the phone rang again--while I was writing the above paragraph! It was the same company calling back to set up an interview!!! I have to prepare a 15 minute training presentation on any topic, which is so exciting...that means I will get to show them what I'm made of, for real. I always felt like answering questions in an interview did not convey my true talents, so this is a great opportunity. They offered me two interview times: tomorrow at 3, or Friday at 10. Normally I would have taken tomorrow, but I took Friday just to have an extra day to prepare! After I got off the phone, I was jumping up and down with glee, the the point where I scared my cat!

I could not be more excited, or more relieved. I was beginning to wonder if I should just go back to school, or lower my standards and take a boring secretary job. I sure do hope this works out! Rest assured I will report all the details here. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

More deer, but innocuous this time

Saturday, I went to visit my parents. After the usual rundown of what's new (granite countertop replaced for the third time, new oven b/c last one was chipped inside, etc.), my dad was just about to point out the goodies he'd left in the backyard to attract deer, when lo and behold, a deer appeared!


We spent the next hour staring out the breakfast nook windows, first at the single deer, then after the corn was replenished, at two of them.


They were quite tiny, and their fur is an unbelievable camoflage. If they are standing still in the trees, they really do disappear. I tried to keep at bay thoughts of my previous encounter with a deer, especially because these were so cute. The smaller one was either very hungry or very gluttonous, because he (she?) ate and ate and ate,


while the larger one did not so much as take a nibble of any of the treats. (In addition to the corn, there were apples cut in half, and peanut butter smeared on a tree--supposedly they like it but there were no takers Saturday.)

On the way out to visit my parents, I drove through quite the downpour, which is no big deal except that my windshield wipers were not functioning properly. I thought the blades had shifted or something, but upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the wipers were on backwards. The long one was on the driver's side and the short one was on the passenger side and it should have been the opposite. This resulted in the windshield not being fully wiped in the the appropriate places, and one wiper kept hitting the edge of the windshield and trying to go further. The only possible explanation was that the body shop had taken them off during the repairs, and then put them back on incorrectly--although I'm not sure why they had to take them off in the first place since the repairs were to the fender and door, not the hood or windshield. Anyway, today I took the car back to the body shop and they fixed it for me on the spot.

Afterwards I went to Target to do some grocery shopping. I miss Trader Joe's like you wouldn't believe. They had certain items that you couldn't get elsewhere, and their prices were always unbeatable. Well, I was delighted to see that Target carries some similar items under their premium brand, Archer Farms. For instance, mint chocolate cookie clusters (imagine Junior Mints and Oreos in a chocolatey clump) and parmesan sourdough twists (imagine the subtlety of parmesan cheese in the crispiest cracker you could ever taste!). Another thing that caused me to squeal with glee (albeit under my breath so as not to appear like a freak) was the discovery that Viva now comes in select-a-size! Viva paper towels are the best, but I was a devoted Bounty girl because I prefer using the smallest amount of paper towel possible. Waste not, want not, right? Now I can have the best of both worlds. Yee haw!

Movies
Watched Closer, with Julia Roberts, Natalie Portman, Jude Law, and Clive Owen. Should have known from the lousy rating on Netflix (two stars) as well as friends' reviews that I would hate it. Very crude and just all around sleazy and dysfunctional.

Also saw Ladder 49 again. I love the score. No surprise, since I'm a sucker for an Irish penny flute. It's such a riveting film, and although I am not married to a firefighter and thus am no expert, it seems very realistic. I couldn't imagine being married to someone who risks his life on a daily basis like that. There's enough risk in the mundane things, like commuting, let alone running into burning buildings and what not.

Knitting
Started a new scarf, another two-yarn effort. It's coming along nicely. It's only ten stitches across but it seems so wide.


Must be an illusion created by the Bernat Disco yarn. The fibers are longer and straighter than eyelash. They also have the appearance of being sparkly although there is no metallic in the weave. It comes across as rather dressy, which probably means I will hardly ever wear it. But you never know.

Also, I'm continuing to work on my purple scarf.


I started it weeks ago. I was going to do it all stockinette (one row of knitting, one row of purling). But I took it to knitting group, and wouldn't you know, I got distracted talking to everyone and I forgot to alternate. So I decided to invent my own pattern: alternating blocks of stockinette and straight knitting. It looks kinda cool, but it's taking forever. The yarn is the thinnest I've worked with, and the needles are the smallest (even though they're only 10's). I can't imagine doing something with 8's! I haven't the patience. But I am making progress and hopefully will finish in the next week or two.

Latest Geeky Game
I'm relatively new to iTunes. I used Real Player for a long time, but when I got an iPod around the middle of last year, it made sense to convert. I will never look back. iTunes rocks! It is so clean and simple and user-friendly. (Duh, Melissa, it's like everything from Apple!) So my latest thing is to play with the search box. I type in random strings of letters and see what songs come up. For instance, just now I typed in "rst" and it showed, among other things, the tracks from Erasure's greatest hits album, "Pop! The First 20 Hits." "Ghts" gets you REM's "Nightswimming," Matchbox Twenty's "Bright Lights," Faith Hill's "When the Lights Go Down," and Jewel's, "Leave the Lights On." Silly, but when you have over 2100 songs, so many of them go unplayed unless you pluck them from obscurity like this. The party shuffle feature is also good for bringing up random tunes, but I like finding wildly different songs that have something in common, even if it is as meaningless as a series of letters in their title or album name.

Knitting update

At knitting group this week, I had a somewhat rude awakening: I've been doing it wrong. (Anyone else think of Mr. Mom whenever someone tells you, "You're doing it wrong"?) Seems I've been "knitting into the back of my stitches," for whatever that's worth. Since I'm only doing scarves right now, it really doesn't make that much of a difference, as long as I'm consistent. But I'm told that when I start trying to follow patterns, like for sweaters and stuff, knitting "my way" will simply not work. Good to know. So one of the ladies in the group, who teaches knitting classes at a yarn store, taught me the "proper" way to knit. She also taught me the "best" way to cast on. That's all well and good, but when it came time to start a new scarf a couple days later, I did it the old "wrong" way because it just felt more comfortable. Oh, and in case you're wondering--and why wouldn't you be?--my purling is just fine.

I don't know why I'm in such a "quotey" mood today. I've used (overused) this bit of punctuation so much I feel like Joey in that episode of Friends where he puts air quotes around the most inappropriate of phrases, like "I'm sorry." I haven't seen that episode in ages. I need to get the Friends boxed set of all ten seasons on DVD. Such a bargain at $299...ha...it's on my list for when I start getting a paycheck! That, along with good computer speakers.

Anyway, back to knitting. I finished two scarves this week.


The green-ish one is half "my way" and half the "right way." You can kind of see a difference if you look hard, but it's not really obvious. I used size 13 needles, with one skein of Lion Brand Wool-Ease yarn in Willow, and one skein of Moda Dea Jai Alai in Raffia.


The pink one is all "my way." I love it because it is so soft, and not bulky at all. So I can wear it as an accessory all day long, not just with a coat. Which is good, since it's like 68 degrees here today! It's colder back in Santa Clarita! Unreal. But I'm loving it. For the scarf, I used size 11 needles, and only one skein of No Boundaries yarn in Panda Space. Strange name for pink and white yarn.

And just because I never reported about my first foray into two-yarn knitting, I thought I'd post a picture of the scarf I knitted over Christmas. It's hard to picture what two yarns will look like together, so I was very pleased with how it turned out. I used size 13 needles, and one skein of Bernat Boa Furs in Soft Mink, along with a bulky cream-colored yarn (I think it was Wool Ease but I can't find the wrapper).