I’ve never wanted a job in retail. I always told myself and others that “I won’t get a job selling stuff” and I thought I was living up to that promise until I thought about it today. I work at a language school. My job is to prepare snacks, drinks, and class materials and then I transport them to the site where classes take place. I set up the snacks and drinks, put signs up on the door, prepare attendance sheets. Teachers and students arrive and I answer questions about class credits and scheduling. Students come to me with questons and requests to sign up for language classes or to re-enroll.
“Life is about selling yourself.” I’ve heard this often and I believe it, and if it isn’t life then it’s work. I’ve just never thought of it along the terms of going against my promise. Now “selling yourself” doesn’t mean to the devil and it doesn’t mean you’re “selling out.” No matter the job, you want someone to like or at least want something about or from you, you advertise your quailities and anyone who doesn’t snarl and walk away is a satisfied customer.
It’s 2:50 am despite what wordpress may say. I shouldn’t be up now but I feel I should post something.
I made the banner today. It makes me happy even if kanji doesn’t.
I love the movie Music and Lyrics with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore and the song “Pop! Goes My Heart” would be on repeat on my phone if I could work this mobile version of Windows Media Player the right way.
Ah…it’s hard to believe that just a little more than a month ago we first heard of the Room Remix contest. It’s a contest hosted by BET, and though it’s pretty lame that they thrive on conflict and instigate if they don’t see enough, it’s nice to win something worth so much. See the commercial for it asked if you couldn’t stand being with your roommate and needed someone to help make your shared living space more neutral. Our entry video featured that riled up little sister of mine, insisting my books are garbage and my notes are trash and my hobby of Japanese language learning is dumb. To think that we actually won the contest, announced on the 8th of September, and that I’d have to go through more of her insults…well…it made me pretty sad. But now that I’m a grown-up –18 since September 17– I decided to talk through my problem with her and we came to the agreement that if she trash talked me I’d walk away.
So yeah, to back track my sister, Nesha, heard about the contest on BET, went on the site and signed up. She received an email requesting pictures of our room a few days later and those were sent in. Then about a week later a woman named Adrienne called and requested we send in a video of us explaining our situation, and a few days after that my sister IMed me at work in Capslock that we were finalists.
We were one of four finalists, and I hear we won by a landslide, but maybe the manager/producer just wanted to make use feel good.
It all happened pretty fast…After that we were interviewed by the design team, I was called a slob, and I cleaned more than I had in maybe 5 years in a week. I wonder if I’ve lost weight.
It is late in the evening and I am still at work, bored bored bored, and it took me a moment to recall I made this blog for such purposes. There are still 6 classes in session and I’m going to be stuck here until some time after 9. I work part time at the language school where I take my Japanese classes, 12 hours a week for $15 dollars an hour. I just started two weeks ago and I’ve missed a few days, but managed to rack up 300 bucks in a mere 5 days. I’m feeling pretty excited. I’m going to save $200 dollars from this check and add it to my bankless college fund, ranking the savings up to $750. That’s only $250 away from being half of a semester’s tuition at Lehman College.
My room is being made over courtesy of BET. Last night I slept on the long couch in my living room and must have stretched or turned funny because I was suddenly hugging my knee to my chest, rolling over in the small space provided until I had to sit up and press a fist against the top of my calf to stop some muscle there from having seizures. When I woke up in the morning and stood, I almost fell, and when I gained by balance I couldn’t get my leg stretched more than 100 degrees. I limped until noon and now if I sit for anything more than an hour it cramps up again. Only one more night of couch sleeping to go. I hope it gets better.
