Showing posts with label asshats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label asshats. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

more stress!

Korea has had my documents for about a week and a half, according to the USPS web tracking, and I still have yet to hear anything from the program. Sunday night (monday morning there) I sent an email inquiring as to whether or not the coordinator physically received my documents (because I know they were delivered to the building, if not directly to her). No reply. I am hoping she's just waiting to say something because I am getting placed, and she doesn't want to have to send two emails; however, I have been reading things on facebook and message boards and such about other people who say they have been wait-listed. One recruitment site said that just because they offer you a job doesn't necessarily mean you get one; so, theoretically, until I have a contract in my hands, there's no real way of knowing if I am actually going to get placed.

I REALLY WISH THEY WOULD HAVE MENTIONED THAT ON THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE.

So now, because of Mr. I Don't Know How to Correctly Notarize Documents, I could be wait-listed or, even worse, not get a position at all.

In which case, I will have no job, and as of August 15th no place to live.

Grrrrreeeeeaaaaaatttt.

In which case, I guess since they have all my documents I will request that they place me for their March 2011 school start. And then I will have to figure out what to do for the next seven to eight months. My stepdad is moving to Albuquerque, and my mom's boyfriend's daughter is moving into their house, so I can't really crash with the rents to save money or anything. So I guess it is find a place here until February, or...

Well, I just don't really know right now.

My intent is not to dwell too much on it, since I literally am powerless at this point (ball is in your court, Korea). But I think perhaps I need to start making some backup plans.

Yeah.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

smack talkin'

so apparently...

somebody...

may be smack talkin' me...

more investigation shall commence. I probably shouldn't be too presumptuous with the idea of someone smack talkin' though. All I know is A. someone was talking about (a) summer (though not necessarily THIS summer, I suppose B. they are somehow connected to a local band who recently did/is performing in Chapel Hill and C. the person who mentioned this to me still has yet to reveal complete details, but said they were "hoping they weren't overstepping their boundaries" and is "trying to look out for me."

Which leads me to
A. wonder what exactly this is all about?
B. put forth a bunch of speculations in my head, including a mental inventory of all the bands I know and who may have Chapel Hill shows
C. guess what they said
D. wonder why the fuck if someone has something to say, they don't just say it to my fucking face (which I shall do if I figure this enigma out -- ie say it to THEIR face, not MY OWN face)
E. give myself an ulcer
F. lose even more faith in humanity as a whole

so pretty much
I'm curious stan in curious land

ON ANOTHER NOTE: I made some kick ass barbecue ribs and citrus rice last night. mmm!