Is this your first job interview?

As stated in my previous blog post, I was laid off last year. With different things coming up I wasn’t able to fully focus on finding a job.

It being the holiday season I applied for seasonal/temp jobs from JCP, Sams Club, Target, etc.

I interviewed at two places and got both jobs on the spot. Thank you Lord! At one of the jobs as I was sitting there waiting to be called and making small talk with the others that were waiting…one of the other guys turned to me and asked..so is this your first job interview too?

Best compliment so far since turnings 26 this summer!

Of all the ridiculous!!

I didn’t go to church last Thursday because my skin had been acting up: Itchy, dry, more red than usual, etc. I planned to drink water every hour and sleep early since I was also going to work early the next day. It’s around 9:30pm just finished showering and I run to get my newly washed sheets from the dryer. I’m in the garage and realize the garage door to the backyard is open…I have this quick thought, I better check the door to make sure it’s unlocked… Too late, it closed. Dreadfully I walk to the door, check the doorknob, “uh, it is locked!”

‘Luckily’ my room is in the backyard versus the front yard. My room is guarded by my two dogs and covered by thick trees. I run over to my windows. Yes, the window is slightly open unfortunately the window bar was in place. I run back to the garage, grab my materials and run over with a chair. I ever so carefully yank off the screen then use it to clear off the wall and window sill from creepy crawlers. Then I had to masterfully remove the window bar with the little space I had open; all the while my chow is quizzically watching me. I finally get my window all the way open and try to carefully climb in without getting too dirty. I run over to the garage door and unlock it. Run outside grab the screen, materials, and chair drop it in the garage. I empty out the dryer and dump my sheets on the bed.

Finally after finishing in the bathroom I climb I to bed. 10:15 pm.

So much for showering and clean sheets. So much for sleeping early. What are the odds? Murphy’s law definitely had it out for me!

To start things off…

I’ve written quite a bit about my family. To start things off I’ll write about two comical snippets of my sibling life.

Sunday night
I’m laying in bed all of a sudden I hear my brother,
John: who is online?!
Me: [check phone, omg I’m online! Hurry up and disconnect]
Me: sorry John. I turned off my wifi.
Sister: laughing her head off in her room (next door to mine)
Me: dude, shut up dar. Sorry John I keep forgetting.
Sister: still laughing her head off.

We find out quite a bit later it was my mom on Facebook LOL.

Last night…
My mom, brother, and sister are in the kitchen. My mom tells my sister to empty out the dishwasher. A few minutes later I hear my sister and brother arguing about chores…
John: don’t even dar mom told you to do it!
Mom: I told you to do it Darlene.
A few minutes later Darlene is in the bathroom washing up and John checks to see if she cleaned out the dishwasher.

John: when I get to heaven I’m going to find out how many times she lied to me about doing chores!

I can’t stop laughing.

Dar joins us and I relay the message to her.
Dar: no! You’ll forget!

John: no I won’t! he mumbles under his breathe to me … [ dude how many times has she lied??]

Copy and Paste: The most beautiful girl …

My Skype went berserk and decided to email everyone in my contact list to add me on Skype or download Skype and add me.

It even sent an email to myself telling me to add me on Skype.

Well, I get this message from this guy

I don’t know him but I think I must have either received an email from him in the past or sent him an email in the past.

Him: Hi

Me: Uhm….hi…

Him: who are you? I got an email saying you wanted to talk on Skype

Me: sorry my Skype went cuckoo

Him: how did you get my email? I don’t know you. But you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

7 minutes pass before I reply… here are my thoughts:

1. Wow…who is this kid?

2. This is probably a copy and paste message he sends to every girl…

What i said: uhm…thanks

Him: ok well sorry to bother you. you are about as friendly as a bump on the log

My thoughts: OMG I don’t even know you and what am I supposed to say to that??! I’m blogging about this dude no matter what but I figure I should ask for permission first right…?

Me: so I need your permission to use this conversation on my blog…is that ok with you?

Him: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only speak english

 

Why me?!

So a few months ago one of the search terms used to find my blog was, “Ghetto name for Melanie”

My reaction W O W . . .

So that made me think of urban dictionary. Seth was telling me to go to Urban Dictionary and find the definition which suited me the most…

Did I find it? You bet I did!

Click here and scroll down to #6, if you are curious.

The only part that is incorrect is that I don’t have a million followers but if you would like to add to the number I do have… Click Here to Follow Me On Twitter

So what’s your urban dictionary definition for your name?

BEST BUY: Hate or Love, you tell me.

I realize I’ve been MIA/AWOL for the past two weeks, I think?

Well, I’ve been wondering what to blog about. My life has been the same old same old stuff with not much excitement sprinkled in at all. Makes me really sad because I love blogging and having my readers get a kick out of my life observations and/or experiences.

So, I’ve been thinking about blogging about the random things we talk about at work, everything about work and the people there, the random search terms people plug in to find me, or about urban dictionary. That I believe still deserves a post though so we’ll put that post on hold.

As you can tell from my title this post involves Best Buy.

Not really best buy guy but just best buy in general.

I don’t know what it is but either Best Buy really loves me or it really hates me.

I purchased a laptop 2 weeks ago. It was supposed to come with Anti-Virus software. It didn’t. So, I had to go back and get it.

Well, my laptop is fine and dandy BUT one day it decided not to charge the battery. I switched to 3-4 different sockets in the house. Nothing. It wouldn’t work. So, I asked my dad to take it back for me. Just the adapter. Fine and dandy right?

For a little bit only. THEN. When I would plug-in the adapter to my laptop to charge the battery while I was using the laptop the screen would pixel-ize and it would turn weird colors. Not on a consistent basis but enough to where it bothered me! I couldn’t just restart my computer to let it get back to normal. I had to shut-down and turn on all over again.

So, I took it back tonight and exchanged it for another one.

I got home and opened it up to check on it. UGH!

The laptop adapter has 2 parts. I only have 1 part to the 2 part adapter.

Someone tell me does Best Buy hate me or love me?

Now, I have to go back tomorrow. This is RIDICULOUS!

 

Oh, NO he wasn’t there. This is only the 2nd time I’ve gone into Best Buy and he not be there. Weird. I know. What are the odds right?!

Oh my life.

 

Please for my Sanity III

As already established some people are ridiculous. Literally ridiculous there is no going around that statement. Some of those people I would desperately like to FIRE!

 

Exhibit A.

I emailed a gal at work asking for their school mascot. She emails me back, “What is your email address?”

 

Exhibit B.

Edison was working on the power lines from Monday night at 7. The power was expected to be on Tuesday morning at 7. They didn’t come on until 9am.

Phone rings… “I just wanted to know if the phones were back online now?”

What I wanted to say: “Actually no, must be some weird thing going on that I could answer the phone…”

 

Exhibit C.

I’m at a restaurant. Waiters are not really supposed to butt in your conversation right? Well, I’m talking to my friend and going on about my business and he’s laughing at my story. Listening to my story. Then proceeds to stand there wait til I’m done talking and ask if I need anything else. “Yes, can you please leave us alone for 2 minutes so we can start eating and actually tell you if the food is good or not..Oh by the way. You never brought us our appetizer”

 

Exhibit D.

Email correspondence.

Reply: This is what you should write. [Instructions here]

Response: Uhm, so what should I write again?

Reply: Read your email before you respond.

 

 

 

Dear Lone Woman at Disneyland,

Dear lone woman who was talking on the phone wearing a tinkerbell shirt at Main Street in Disneyland,

Congratulations! It was kind of awkward how I found out you were getting married. I’m sorry your daughter isn’t returning your phone calls and emails. I suppose there is a good reason she blocked your number? At least you are still able to email her husband. I’m sure he’ll pass on the message.

I’m proud of you coming to the “Happiest Place on Earth” by yourself. It looks as if you were taking a break since you arrived at 11 am and it was now 7:30 when I walked into buy some hot chocolate. Thank you for letting me know that Downtown Disney closes an hour after Disneyland does. Oh, cute shirt by the way. I love how Tinkerbell’s name glitters in gold, fitting. Did you buy that at Downtown Disney?

I’m sorry to hear about the debt you are in. $9,700 is not that bad. You did it to renovate your bathroom. An asset offsetting the liability, good choice. That’s quite an eccentric belief you have there, one cannot get married when in debt… I haven’t heard that one before.

I’m sorry I was eavesdropping on your phone conversation. You probably heard or saw me laughing out loud. Then again, maybe you didn’t because you were totally engrossed in your phone conversation. Just to let you know, I don’t think it did much to talk with your hand over your mouth. I was still able to hear you loud and clear. I tried really hard not to listen but it was just too easy.

An apologetic eavesdropper,

Melanie T

In my defense: Dear Best Buy Guy

Dear Best Buy Guy,

I don’t know how often the customers you help give you their number and I realize I may be another drop in the bucket. If I may explain myself properly, I don’t usually talk to people. Period. The extent of the conversation ends at, “Thank you. I’m fine.”  Sharing information to strangers who are the same age as me is uncalled for.

As I walked away the first time I met you, I knew I should have gotten some type of contact information but shrugged it aside. Besides, I’m not one to dwell on missed opportunities. How was I supposed to know that I would be back a week and a half later because my phone was having problems? How was I supposed to know the day I actually decide to come in you would be helping me? How often does that happen?

Honestly, you didn’t help my case either. You didn’t have to remember me, remember what you helped me out with, remember where you were helping me, or, remember everything we talked about. It would have been so much easier if you didn’t pick up the conversation where we left off. You even offered to put a screen protector on for me without charge. When I reiterated not being charged, you specifically told me to look for you and you would put it on for me.

In our last and final conversation, there were many times you could have mentioned a girlfriend. When I asked how was your weekend? You could have said, “I didn’t get to spend time with my girlfriend as much since I was working.” Or when I asked if you were a typical Filipino able to play the piano? You could have said, “No I don’t but my girlfriend does”, or “No, but my girlfriend’s siblings do…etc.” Don’t worry, I forgive you. I utterly failed as well, in my attempt to steer the conversation into a more polished and smooth transition into giving you my number, etc.

Then again, as I was asking you if people were having the same problems I was, you looked at me smiled and said, “No, actually I think it’s only you.” Look buddy! I do a horrible job at lying, especially when I’m already freaking out because I’m nowhere near my comfort zone. I took it as if you were putting me under the radar. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint that I’m not a very polished flirty type girl? (Actually I’m not a polished flirty girl at all) Looking back, I probably should have said something like, “Well you found me out, does that bother you?” something completely absurd as that. (At least, that’s what I think a polished flirty girl would do, I WOULDN’T KNOW!) I assume I didn’t answer the question as you expected me to because (actually I don’t think I commented at all) you covered up and said, “I actually haven’t sold many of these phones and I haven’t done any returns either.”

Back to my utter failure at the smooth transition of giving you my number, you provided that and I suppose you could say I used it against you. You were finishing up the transaction. You stood right in front of me, looked me in the eyes,  and said something to the effect of well maybe I’ll see you again about your phone and flashed your dazzling smile at me. I stood there and blurted out, “If not, here’s my number.” Then I walked away. I promise you, if there was a more discrete way to run away, I would have done so.

No, I didn’t linger to see your facial expression. No, I didn’t flash a cutesy smile back. No, I didn’t say call me soon. No, I didn’t bat my eyelashes (how does one do that anyway?). By the way, this whole process? I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. I have no idea how anyone can do such a thing on a regular basis. Everyone tells me it takes practice. I’m sorry. I’m not one to practice such an absurd and ridiculous transaction. This is definitely my first and last time, in a long time. I did say in my 22 years of living this is the first time I’ve actually wanted to give a guy my number. My friend corrected me and said, “You should probably only start giving your number away to guys when you’re at least 17 or something.” Let me clarify, “In the last six years of my life, I have never once wanted to give my number out to a guy. Let’s hope it won’t happen again until six or seven years later.”

If I were to ever run into you again? I would start laughing aloud and apologize for the awkward everything. I would probably explain to you I never do such things. EVER. Then again, why would you believe me?

Last but not least, thank you, you were the perfect person to allow me the opportunity to cross of, “Give a guy my number” on my bucket list. Too bad, you didn’t say if you had a girlfriend or not. I think my readers would have enjoyed this letter much better if I titled it, “Dear Best Buy Guy’s Girlfriend”.

🙂

Best Buy Customer,

Melanie T

PS. How awkward would it be if you googled those terms, “Best Buy Customer, Melanie T”

Welcome to my Randomness XXVII

**This was written yesterday**

I wrote a guest post for Marlize last month. Read here: http://everygirlscorner.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/melanie/

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I took a 2 hour long nap yesterday when I came home from work.

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I am now sitting at Renae’s house chilling on her new sofas. 🙂

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She’s preggo and I’m SO EXCITED FOR HER!

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I went to Best Buy yesterday ready to give the dude my number. He wasn’t there.

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I’m going later today or tomorrow. I need to get a new phone. My phone is wack. I have a legit excuse. He better be there. LOL

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So my wacko phone. I was talking to a friend one night while charging my phone and it randomly shut off. Twice it did that in the span of 30 minutes.

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The next day I tried out my phone again. This time when dialing the numbers the screen blanked out and the light wouldn’t turn on and I couldn’t turn my phone off. It did that twice.

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The next day my screen blacked out and randomly opened an application I did not choose.

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Apparently, my phone is itching to get back to Best Buy. UGH FAIL.

Just hope he’s there when I go in.

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Oh and they didn’t have any of my phones in stock when I went on Friday (last night)

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I have missed you my blogging friends. Hopefully I will get into a routine of blogging again with this new job.

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