Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Status of job search = DisSucks!

Morning Party People!

Ah so the search continues for the perfect part time job, one in where I make just enough money to get by while having to do as little as possible time commitment wise. I know that sounds lazy and perhaps it is but hey that's what happenes when you pay people just enough not to quit. This leads me to today's  story.

A few days ago I went to put in an app at the Doubletree Hotel. Now if you're not familiar with Doubletree they are one of the nicer hotels out there. So when I walked into the lobby I was emediatlly impressed by the decor, it said to me,"If you could afford this place you'd expect it to be nicer." Well to someone like me I found it to be glamourous.

I went to the HR department and filled out the app. I looked over the job posting and they had a part time serving position open.The HR gal was out to lunch so I thought I'd wait around to hand it to her instead of it getting lost in all the other paperwork. Turned out she decided to take a long lunch so instead of waiting around I went down the street to the Crown Plaza to fill out another app. Let me tell you, there is nothing more promising about a job opening than a front desk who absolutly does not want to talk to you about said opening. It's a lot like going up to the hot girls in High School and having them curl their lips and go ,"Ewwwww it talks."

So back to the Doubletree.

When I got back the HR lady was there, we go into the office where the lights came down and Barry White music filled the air. Ha! Kidding! That would be funny if it were true huh? Ok so she tells me that the position is for two days a week at 5 hours a piece. For those of you in the servingworld that translate to 80-100 bucks a week if you're lucky. I asked her who are they trying to get to fill the position? The answer? Someone who doesn't need it.

She then told me about a security position for their graveyard shift and what the job would entail, and to be honest it seemed like quite abit. I usually never ask this question on the first interview but I had to ask,"How much does the position start out at?"

"$10.25"

I then stared into her eyes with a "Are you fucking kidding me?" look on my face. We both sat there in silence for what seemed to be hours, days even. Somewhere in the world a sun was setting on a sand dune where two nomads looked to the horizon pondering their existence. One nomad looked to the other and in their native tongue said  $10.25? He couldn't believe it either.

I politely got up and left chuckling to myself. I was thinking that it would be great if we could start a new trend at interviews where if the company asks you to work a job that has some danger in it but tried to pay you a wage that only a 21 year old with 4 roommates can live on, then we do something nasty on our way out,. My first thought was to slap who ever is doing the interview.Then again me slapping a gal half my size doesn't really make a statement of protest about working conditions and pay rates as it does of "Hey this guy is an asshole." I think they would want to interview less or tell their boss they need to up the starting wage, anything to stop the assaults. Then I thought promoting violence wouldn't be the best idea, then again I would love to hear the evening news issue a report like this:

"A new Wal-mart is opening in Goodyear....so far there have been 15 arrests at the job fair, coincidentally a spokesman for Wal-Mart says they're hiring interviewers for their new store, at least two years of Martial Arts experience preferred."

So maybe another form of protest is in order. Maybe we just steal their pen from the desk or knock over one item on the desk. Perhaps the best way is after they tell you how little the pay is we look into their eyes and let loose a long fart, then say no thanks and leave.

So yeah I haven't found a new job yet, guess no one is hiring lol.

Till next time Party People,
Keep on a Chooglin!

Monday, November 28, 2011

Get off mah lawn!!!

Ok so some of my more conservative friends might disagree with me on some of these points but hey it wouldn't be the first time and yet we're all still friends.

Ok so I just finished watching a video about how much Obama is fucking you out of your money, standard right wing bullshit and half-truths if you ask me. What really struck me as odd/insulting was the fact that shots of whiskey were used to make the point. To me it kind of said,"Hey Fucktards, listen I know you hicks were to busy getting each other pregnant in high school while calling you economics teacher a fag to figure this out for your self so let me use something you can understand, jack mutha fuggin daniels bitch!"

Ok lets put that video aside for a moment. This is the point or question I'd like to ask you. Don't you think it's odd that when we protest the war(s) the protest go relatively smoothly? When the people of Wisconsin protested having their unions busted the protest went without a great deal of violence. When the Tea Party came storming into town halls (or just showing up) and started screaming it went with out any violence (excluding Congresswoman Giffords) All of these protests were heated but the cops never came in to beat the shit out of people. Yet when we protest against the banks.... well there was the line we never should have crossed. So who is it that's really taking away your freedom?

For me I would say its the entity whose main motivator is profit. Is profit bad? Not usually, but when it becomes the main motivator in any company it usually kills whatever host it's feeding on. Paying you the lowest wage you'll work for is good for the companies profit. Making our food with the cheapest ingredients that offer just enough food safety to not get us immediately sick is good for the company profit. Offering the insurance that offers the least coverage with the lowest cost is good for the company profit.

I know there are a lot of people out there that want to believe they are an island and they don't need any outside help. For this I blame Rambo and every other bullshit 80's movie. No one is a one man army, you cannot take on the forces of evil with a light machine gun in one arm and a chain of bullets in the other. Seriously anyone who has played Call of Duty knows that. Oh and before I forget, playing High School football does not mean that you have a shot at taking on the Russian Army with a bow and arrow ><

I think of it this way. If we're all kids playing on the school playground. There are a bunch of "us" then there are a few big bullies. One of those bullies is called the government , these others are the Banks, Lobbyists, Military industrial complex, ect. Now if all of these bullies had there way when the bell rings they'd be waiting by the swings to kick the crap out of  us. The government bully however will stop terrorizing us if enough of us stand together and tell him to stop. He'll even go beat the shit out of the other bullies for us if enough of us ask him to. If we leave him unchecked he starts beating the shit out of all of us, so we have to spend at least a few minutes every recess to make sure he doesn't go all "special"strong on us and kill a bunch of bunnies.

Its the lesser of two evils really, but thats life isn't it? Nothing is ever the exact way we want it, nor should it be. We all have to contribute something right? I mean life didn't end at graduation did it?

Did it?

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Starts with a G# no maybe an Ab hmmmm

"I don’t leave because I’m afraid to be alone...."

I started listening to Keaton Simons today. To be honest I like his acoustic performances much more than his studio work. It was in an interview where he was asked what he strives for when writing a song. In the case of “Without your skin” he was trying to be as honest as possible.

"I don’t leave because I’m afraid to be alone, but it doesn’t even matter now your gone..."http://youtu.be/P6mp2geIEPI

Man that really hit me at my core for so many reasons. On an emotional level I’ve felt     I’ve been in those shoes all too often. I think this year was the first relationship where I didn’t fall into that rut. The song also hit me in a sense that as open as I’ve felt I’ve been with my music that there seems to be far more I can delve into.

I bring this up to elaborate something I mentioned in an earlier blog. I was playing around on the guitar the other day and I started thinking about some of the women in my life where I don’t have so pleasant memories of. I think I try to repress so much anger towards the people in my life that it tends to implode on my sense of being. I used to have a pretty bad temper in my youth, it kind of runs in my family now that I think about it. Not exploding towards everyone who pissed me off was a good thing, at the same time I didn’t defend myself in many cases because I was afraid of hurting anyone.Through my music however I found a raw layer of hurt that has never had a chance to heal.

    It pissed me off to no end this week, I watch all these happy families walk into the restaurant, sit and smile and bask in the joy that is love in the holidays. Me? I stand behind a bar munching on some shitty snack mix stuck in life as a spectator! I had a family once, I was a Dad, with all of that gone I have this open wound that aches every November 24 and December 25. That’s not even the part thats been pissing me off lately, hell it’s been years since all that ended (I’ve had time to move on) it was the one gal that I called my girlfriend or the echo of her that's been getting to me.

    So I’ve started writing my “Fuck You” song, I’m excited about it. Not because I want to hurt her or anyone else for that matter. I’m excited about confronting all of this and seeing what will come out of it. If anything it will give me a chance to spend more time on my electric!

Till next time Party People, keep on a Chooglin!

Funny how life can be so unfunny at times.

Good morning Party People!

Wow what a day yesterday. It started out with me just getting ready for work, a place I really didn't feel like going. Not so much because of the job itself, but rather I wanted to spend my time working on my business. So I get in my car and when I turn it on I see the check engine light come on. Now with light comes on it might as well just say "You're fucked" because that's pretty much what it means. So I call out for work and head to the dealership to see if they can find the problem. Turns out it's an emissions problem that's going to cost me 400 bucks which I don't have.

Truth be told I could have gone to work after I left the dealership but I knew there's no way I'm going to have the money I need from my current job, I just won't. So I decided to start pitching businesses near where I live. I thought it would be great practice, there are so many reactions that I need to be prepared for and I got a chance to but my salesman shoes on again.

My first pitch went ok. I didn't get a sale but the guy was nice enough to talk to me. I had my pitch, he had his rebuttals, I had my counters but at the end of the day spending money isn't something he wanted to do. I was pissed about it admittingly. Then again once my ego stopped screaming I thought back about this restaurants food, his staff, and the decor and I realized that this guy probably doesn't like spending money on anything, in other words I shouldn't take it too personally.
That's an important thing, because I'm going to hear a lot of it before this is all done. I can't take the last rejection into the next business.

I was kind of bummed out for the rest of the day. Now in the past when I was depressed I was hardwired to either gorge myself with junk food, waste the entire day playing video games, or perhaps indulge myself in vice. I was tempted to do all of these but I ended up doing something else. I picked up my guitar and started playing, a new song started to pour out of me, well trickled anyways. It seems to be about the blues during the holidays that come around . I never used to get down about the holidays but over the past few years they seem to get worse and worse. I'd never would want to go back to my old life but I have to admit that there's a certain sting to spending the holidays with your own family one year and then having it all gone the next. I found myself this Thanksgiving thinking about every gal I've ever loved or been involved with and wondering how this Thanksgiving would have been different had we been together. In the end I found that I hold more anger about some of my past relationships than I thought I did, good thing I'm an artist huh?

So in closing I started out the day with a bunch of problems and ended with a bunch of prospects. Now it's all about taking the next baby step to turn those prospects into solutions, I've done this before and I'll do it again!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Times are a Changing!

What's shakin Party People!

Welcome to my new blog! Since the last time I wrote I noticed that after I was finished writing I had to post what ever it was that I wrote to about 4 blog sites. So now I think I'm just going to focus on this one site and see how it goes for the time being.

A lot of things have been changing for me over the past few months. I'm happy to say that at the center of this maelstrom of chaos was me forcing and pushing these changes into place. I don't say this to boast , I only mention this because I feel a sense of pride when it comes to moving my own life in a new direction. Usually I did how most of us do when it comes to things like this. I waited and waited for something big to happen that would propel my life further. Well I got tired of waiting so I made the move. The cool thing about it all is that if this whole new direction goes swirling around the bowl then I only have myself to blame, I'm fine with that...this is me.

So I have my two promo pieces ready to go and to show my prospective clients. I have my business cards ready to hand out. Oh by the way , if you ever are going to have some cards made do yourself a favor and pay the 15 bucks to have the cards cut for you. I did this myself the other day, the cutting I mean. Why? Simple, because deep down in my roots I can still be a stereotypical cheap ass Mexican who hates paying for shit. I learned my lesson though as all the business cards I'll be handing out are in the shape of a rhombus.

So I got home today and had a look around my apartment/office. The manager in me took over and was disgusted by how dirty my floors were. Did I say disgusted? I meant DisGusted. Ok so I went to go buy a new broom to sweep up before I mopped the kitchen. As I was sweeping I was amazed by how much cat hair was on the floor that I had never noticed until I swept. I think my cat Oscar was hiding it there on purpose.


He can be a real dick sometimes.

Well I after I finished the clean up I then used some carpet freshener on the floor and needless to say my place has never smelled this nice before.

Well that's it for now , till next time Party People,
Keep on a Chooglin!