Meme Madness

I have a hard time believing I'm doing this. Talk about craziness.

I guess I know the answer to the age old parental question: "If your friends decided to jump of a bridge, would you?"

The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

I reserve the right to not answer if it is too personal or hideously awkward.

Look Out Below!!!!!!

Tired, and oddly antsy.

I'm picking back up the workout track, and today was my first day back after much sickness. So I'm comfortably sore, thinking about six million things that I could be doing, and feel this odd resistance to moving. This isn't what I'd call normal for me post work out.

It's funny, I should go finish unpacking the kitchen, things like that, and I'm still here trolling (in the non net speak definition) about in LJ.

Last night the possibility of me going back to massage work came up, and if I could find a good paid part time gig somewhere near here, it might work this time. With our money situation where it is, I'd be making almost the same as a full time temp/clerical position and the part time would be a big bonus...and I'd enjoy doing it I think. And the extra exercise would be good for me, not to mention the being in a job where I can take care of people, and get paid. The real trouble is that the massage industry blows around here. There are 4 major schools in Seattle alone, and the market is way over saturated. That means what can look like a good job can end up being a real downer. It's been occupying my thoughts off and on through out the day. I should get over to the Ashmead's Seattle Campus and pick up supplies, and nose around on the job fronts...It's worth a look I guess.

I keep reminding myself that I did obtain a job at a clinic in downtown Seattle when I moved here (even if it was offered two months after the interview with no further contact, and I had moved home) trying to boost my morale. But I remember the months I looked for work, and how outright SHITTY the interview process was. You know I can't think of another profession where you are expected to work for free at least once in order to be considered for the job. The most shitty? Going back for a second interview to give a full body massage, and while I was waiting within ear shot she hired someone else for the job, and I gave her the massage. The offer came two weeks later: 15 hours at 7 bucks an hour doing seated massage a week.

I'm awfully torn. It sucks, it makes you feel like a whore on it's worst days, (If I give a good enough lay, will they hire me?) and yet, I'd finally be in a care giving job and using my license.

What is it about me and jobs that cost a lot to be qualified to do, and have shitty pay, hours or both?

*sigh*

This is why I keep ending up in the temp clerical pool.