I spend my days sleeping in till 12 noon, then crawl out of bed to wash up and
I guess I haven't been trying hard enough to get a job. A part of me really dreads going back to what I have been doing and that part has subconsciously been weeding out potential similar roles in all the jobs that have been shoved in my face by the online job sites and by Weng. Those that I am seriously interested in applying for have yielded no responses so far.
Seriously speaking, I find myself a little lost at the moment. Do I go back to working in an administrative/business role? Or do I start from scratch in a science related position? Either way, I'm kind of floundering in between.
The responses I have gotten so far have only managed to place more confusion in my mind. When I apply for an administrative job, they ask if I realise that it has nothing to do whatsoever with my current course of study. Because of that, I'm usually passed over. When it comes to a job in Biomedical Sciences, I do not actually fit the minimum requirements. I do not have a science related diploma. (Mine is in Legal Studies). I also do not have a degree... yet. My 5 years worth of work experience in the veterinary field does not count for much as I spent the last 3 years drowning in administrative duties.
Start small some people tell me. I applied for a position that only required an O level cert as a minimum. I was told that they don't think the position is suitable for me as they noticed that I was pursuing an honours degree.
Then Jen came along and offered her help. She passed my resume along to the HR of her company and I was passed over because... as I mentioned earlier... my current studies and the job requirements do not fit. She then passed my CV to her aunt working in a hospital, who just filled the 2 available positions the day before.
One good thing came about it though. Jen's aunt offered to let me come in as an intern. Prior to this, it had not occurred to me that I could be doing an internship. I guess the need to find a replacement source of income kept that from surfacing in my mind. So I agreed to do an internship but one of the requirements was for me to be protected against Hepatitis B as I would be working in a pathology lab. My last innoculation was in 2001 so I had to go take a blood test to see if I still have any remaining protection. I just went for the blood test last Saturday and was told that it would take a week for the results to be sent to me. That means I had to put the internship thingie on hold till the test results arrive.
It didn't seem that things were going very well for me since the the beginning of May. Then, just a few days ago, my ceiling started dripping AGAIN... AT 4 FREAKING AM! In order to understand just how stressed I was over it, you have to know what happened the first time round.
*Enter Flashback Squence*
It was about 3am on the 13th of March... I was blissfully skipping along some wonderful place in dreamland when I was awaken by a tapping sound. Initially, I thought it was just Perseus scratching himself and in the process tapping his nails on the parquet floor of my room. I made a note mentally to trim his nails in the morning and was about to re-enter dreamland when this nagging thought at the back of my mind blew a foghorn of realization on my sleep laden consciousness. I hit the lights and saw water dripping from my ceiling. I looked down (I have a loft bed) and was greated by a wet floor and a slightly damp but amused Duncan.
I had no idea where the water was coming from, other than that it was definitely coming from above. It was also not raining outside, nor had it been raining for the past 3 days. The water just narrowly missed my LCD TV on the wall cos it was just under an alcove. So after franticly locating containers to catch the falling drops, I started snapping pictures and taking video clips of the dripping.
The dripping stopped after 2 hours and the amount of water collected was just about 1/3 of the container. I told my mum about the dripping the next morning and she went to talk to the neighbour upstairs. Apparently, the room right above mine is not occupied and is used as a storage room.
*Cue Twilight Zone Theme - Ni ni ni ni Ni ni ni ni*
Well my next theory was that the water was coming in through some crack in the external wall and after a heavy rainfall, the water accumulates till it seeps through to my room a couple of days later.
Anyway, the ceiling dried up with hardly any marks and not knowing what to do next, we kind of forgot about it... till last Sunday...
*Back to the present*
It happened around 4 in the morning. I woke up to a hauntingly farmiliar tapping sound. This time, my subconscious did not need any foghorns. I sprang out of bed and hit the lights. It was dripping again. This time, the line of water droplets was even longer than the last time. The rate at which droplets were falling was also twice as fast. I scrambled to get conatiners as the dripping got faster. As I was placing plastic bins under the droplets, I realized that the line was extending. It was following a thin crack line in the ceiling that extended across the breadth of my room (The crack line was that long I mean. Not the dripping line.) There was also a second drip forming about half a meter away from the main waterworks (which later expanded onto my bed). To keep the story short, here are the details:
This time, the dripping lasted 3 hours.
The driping rate was more than twice as fast.
The area covered was more than twice the area.
My bed got wet this time. (Eww... bedwetting. Ha ha)
The amount of water collected was more than 4 times!!!
Of course, I took pictures and videos:
This time, I took the pictures and video clips to the management office, who have yet to update me on any action taken...
Ah well...
To end today's blogging on a totally irrelevant topic... I GOT MYSELF A TATTOO!!!
Did it today at Johnny Two-Thumbs (Far East). I drew the template myself!
I've been wanting to get a bar code tattooed on the back of my neck ala Alias but decided that it's too common. So based on a picture I saw on the internet, decided to give myself a means of controlling my life. Literally. Now I can Rew, Stop, Pause, Play and FFwd through my life events. Ha ha ha. Besides that, I also felt that it encompassed my interest in technology and music (kinda).
I was a little hesitant when showing the drawing I made to the Tattoo Artist but all doubts flew away when he laughed and said that he liked the idea. It took just 30 mins and She She (who went with me) was having a blast laughing at my cringing face and happily snapping pics using her phone.
I don't care what others say about the pain associated with being tattooed... IT FREAKING HURTS!!! As I told She She, it was the most intense localized pain I've ever felt in my life!
She She said that I could be the first in the country to have a tattoo like that. Phyu said that I'm undergoing a change in character when she heard I got myself a tattoo. Ha ha. I don't really care what others say. I think it's symbolic of the major changes that are taking place in my life at the moment and besides... I think it's cool... in a geometrical and technological kind of way. At first glance, it looks like some kind of coded symbols. Very nice... :-) Now if only I could really fast forward to the part where I get a nice job...
Just call me a dreamer...
Just call me a geek.
