eavesdropping

It's not hard to do in the apartment building we live in. As I type this, I am still listening to a pair of gangster dudes outside sitting on the stairs, about who's shagging who around here, and who they'd like to shag. Who knows how long they'll be there...

I'm tired of feeling like I'm not living in my own space, but rather living in a mess hall. Where you can hear conversations you'd rather not listen to. The stairwell outside is very echo-y, so it makes loud people even louder. I daydream about using an air horn on them when they're unaware, or throwing out a stink-bomb on them (but that would just leak into everyone's apartments anyway).

Yesterday, hub and I went to a Walmart because he needed to get some brand of black work shoes they carry. We were going through the aisles, and had to squeeze by a group black teenage girls who were just dicking around.

He went through first - and I came through second - just in time to hear one of the girls say,

"Excuuuse me - 'Knock you over with your cart. Ching-chong-ning..."

Which is an obvious racist-Asian noise/name whatever that people say. I WANTED to turn around and say something really nasty back to her, because she's an idiot, but in the end, I really didn't want to start anything. I don't have as much moxy as Corinne does. ;-)

I've always said that we don't live in the most educated area - and Walmarts (no matter where they are) attract and collect all the low IQ people into one store. I've never been in a store in which I've seen SO many public outbursts, fights, or racist comments made. Bleh.

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In other news, the parents have been here for about a week now. They're spending a lot of time shopping, stocking up on things for the next country they'll be moving to soon, so I've been tagging along. Takeshi had off yesterday, so the four of us had dinner at an Indian restaurant. Delicious stuff!

Here are some photos! The ones at the end are the photos from when we went to visit my cousin and his wife, and ended up going to a nearby park/marsh.



Me and my college friend's 3-month old. :) Can you tell I'm not used to holding a baby?

because he's my hub :)

A HUGE Asian food mart we found ("HMart") and checked out the other day










their pug Wesley! We love him

that's it, i'm movin' to south dakota

I only say that because (and I'm not serious by the way), I looked up the unemployment percentage rates of all the states in the U.S. and South Dakota is at the top of the list, with the lowest percentage of 3.2%.

As opposed to D.C......which is sitting pretty with a whopping 9.8%. Damn. No wonder I've had a hard time with getting a job in the D.C. metro area. Even Pennsylvania (which we were living in before Virginia) has a better percentage than that. But I can't see us living in PA again, unless one or both of us get a sweet job offering.

Speaking of the job search:

The other day I spoke to an old college friend of mine from Silver Spring, MD who works for a souvenir company, and told me about a possible opening for an Illustrator/Designer. So I sent them my resume, portfolio, the whole lot, and they told me they were impressed. So silly me I start to get my hopes up. Turns out in the end that, they, "thought I have real talent that shows in my portfolio" but ended up not taking me because of distance between here and Rockville, MD, and my lack of work experience. To which I wrote back and said (in a polite manner), how am I supposed to start somewhere and GAIN work experience in the design industry when everyone wants me to have 3-5 years experience already? She surprisingly wrote me back, to say that she understand my frustration. Ok... T__T whateve'.

So it didn't work out. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about it, but you can't but put a little of yourself into every resume you send out. I TRY to stay emotionally neutral these days, but it's hard sometimes to keep it up.

I got the "declined" email back from them while I was out dog-walking. I couldn't help it, and I got very weepy. The dog was probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me! Walking around with my sunglasses on, with big tears streaking down my blotchy face. I felt really defeated (once again). While I was driving to the next dog's house (with big crocodile tears in my eyes), the next song on the radio, when I turned it on was titled, "Good Life". Ironic.

Sooooooo, actually yesterday I got 2 - count em' - 2 calls for interviews. One is for a retail job (cuz I'm looking for any full time work now as well as design work), tomorrow. The other one is actually from a design firm in Old Town! I was SO surprised they called me. And I'll be going to that on Tuesday. Fingers crossed. But you never know. As always. :/