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Monday, July 21, 2014

An Old Limerick And Musings

Andrew commented that he loved the limerick I posted yesterday. I wrote a crazy one in 2004 when I was in 8th grade. I'm not sure where the book I put it in went, but I remember most of it by memory:

There once was a girl named Jill
who said bees could kill.
She searched for a bee,
but could not succeed,
so she became very ill.

I was such a crazy 8th grader. That was one crazy year with a lot of up and downs. Although there were a lot of sad times, there were also some happy times. The joys of being a teenager!


Well, I'm glad I followed up with the Michigan employer tonight. I misread the e-mail last week and thought it was a phone interview. It was supposed to be in person and I was asked if I could come in on short notice. I confessed I was still in Pennsylvania and I got a disbelief reply and asked when I was going to move. I didn't reply because I had no idea what to answer to that because when I told the other employer I was waiting for a job offer before I made the move, I wasn't considered. I am going to bed, so maybe I'll sleep on it... but the fact that I misread the e-mail and assumed that they assumed I hadn't moved yet are two strikes against me. You know, I'm really having other thoughts because it seems like a lot of these places want you to relocate without a job. I just don't want to chance that. I might forget that area of Michigan and maybe look elsewhere there, but I think I really want Wisconsin... that was my original dream. I'm just not sure if they'd be the same way (however, I'm rewording resumes and saying, "I am willing to move" instead of "I will move," which I guess is why I'm running into the problems now). I guess I can check into remote jobs that I can do from anywhere as long as I have a computer. I guess tomorrow I will call around. ::sigh:: Good night, y'all!

6 comments:

  1. This is an interesting writing exercise!

    I was a crazy 2-year old because I was able to have philosophical conversations with my grandmother's Oxfordian neighbour regarding how to live.

    I was a crazy 3-year old because my parents took me to the Library and I got armfuls of literature every week for the next 22 years.

    I was a crazy 4-year old because I started elementary school despite common sense arguments I was too little. (My birthday is late in the school year - 21 May.)

    I was a crazy 5-year old because I got a cockatiel who lived on my shoulder for the next ten years.

    I was a crazy 6-year old because they placed me into the gifted student education and I debated over Ancient Egypt.

    I was a crazy 7-year old because I got into literary arguments over Cat in the Hat.

    I was a crazy 8-year old because Bobby and I would play Magic: the Gathering during break and he'd talk his way into "winning" every time.

    I was a crazy 9-year old because I moved from Coatesville to West Chester.

    I was a crazy 10-year old because of the millennium changeover.

    I was a crazy 11-year old because I really got into my anime obsession via Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Pokémon, and Digimon.

    I was a crazy 12-year old because because I watched the Twin Tower attack on CNN at the time in the gifted education classroom. (Study: Political Science)

    I was a crazy 13-year old because menstruation is crazy.

    I was a crazy 14-year old because I went to the Otakon, cosplaying as Meiling, Eriol, (CCS characters) and Hyatt (Excel Saga character).

    I was a crazy 15-year old because my cockatiel died.

    I was a crazy 16-year old because they called me a scholar in Physics.

    I was a crazy 17-year old because I got my driver's licence so the world became unsafe for the next 2 years.

    I was a crazy 18-year old because I got into West Chester University of Pennsylvania for my oboe skillz and I started studying Russian.

    I was a crazy 19-year old because I had gotten into my car accident when I was 18 and a half so I was stuck in the hospital.

    I was a crazy 20-year old because I started going to the Russian market on Bustleton Avenue semi-regularly after going there once at age 18.

    I was a crazy 21-year old because I started drinking водка. (I find it very offensive when people put on drunken Russian accents!)

    I was a crazy 22-year old because then I won my horseback riding medals.

    I was a crazy 23-year old because I discussed the Marxist influences of Hop on Pop.

    I was a crazy 24-year old because I went to China.

    I was a crazy 25-year old because I had just gotten my undergraduate degree and I don't even know what's next.

    Strong memory skill! I don't remember anything useful. I might be employed by Target for a little while...

    May your dreams come true!

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    1. Thank you. The tea place did call, but I told her I changed my mind. There are just no suitable places to live in Detroit and all the good housing is either full or they won't accept you because you're not working or working a job that isn't up to par. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise - focusing on Wisconsin now and I'll just try retail again here. Most places here never called me back, so who knows. I do want to find something that has high turn over so I can quit when I get that job; just extra money while I look in Wisconsin.

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  2. I'm assuming you're looking at the suburbs of Detroit? Wisconsin is probably cheaper...

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    1. Yep and even Detroit Proper. What I could afford in Detroit Proper was scary... and I don't want to live in section 8 housing or off 8 Mile Road or in filth.

      Wisconsin is about the same price as Roseville... or I should say Green Bay is about the same price as Roseville. I'm going to see if I can get a temporary job here, save, still apply in Wisconsin and then call around to places to see if Wisconsin is easier to secure an apartment.

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    1. Thank you! I feel happy today... I feel good about my decision.

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