Free to work in a dry cleaning store that is! I was reading the front page of the Jacksonville newspaper and there was a story about this high school girl who left her home country of Iran to come to the US for freedom. What struck me was that her dad was a famous ear, nose, and throat Dr. over there and when he came here, the US didn't recognize his credentials so now he owns and works at a dry cleaners. Um, excuse me? Isn't the US "the land of opportunity"? I thought it was total bullshit. The US government should make up some sort of test for foreign doctors, because this isn't the first I've heard of this happening. There are SO many smart people out there that move to the US, and they can't even hold the same jobs they did back home because they're "not recognized". FUCK THAT SHIT. I just saw a wildebeast get eaten on Planet Earth by a enormous crocodile. Wild African tangent.
So yeah. Nobody said life was fair but they put their time in to get good jobs to take care of their families, and they're facing religious prosecution or war or (I need to watch more CNN) whatever else, and then they think "Oh, let's move to America! We can be free of fear and I can still have a great job", and then they're stuck getting the gizz off your dress that you wore to that wedding last week cuz you're a slutty ho, for minimum wage.
Now, I'm not sure how much effort these individuals are putting into finding equal jobs to what they had back home, but they should be able to take some sort of job placement test to see where their knowledge lies and if they should take more courses or whatnot to pursue their dreams. I know that the US is all about "don't take our jobs away from us!", but face it, you go on and on about how great your country is and people will want to move here. Stop gloating on how awesome your country is and people might not want to move here. Problem solved.
The US isn't so much a melting pot, but more of a colander. US citizens are the big noodles and foreigners are the small, broken noodles. The bigger noodles stay in the colander cuz those are the ones you want to eat and they don't fall slip through the holes. The small, broken noodles fall in the holes and go down the drain because those ones cooked faster and they're mushy- and I don't know about you, but I hate mushy noodles. I don't hate foreign people- I am one- I just hate mushy food. Granted I was accepted with open arms, but still. I'm not knocking the US, but I just think that the professional aspect is unfair. I'm sure foreign countries have different standards of health care, but people over there aren't dropping like flies (in some places, not all) so I'm sure they're doing something right. Same goes for lawyers. Take the bar, become a lawyer in America.
After you learn English.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Crazies all over the place
So searching for roommates over the internet when you live 1,179 Mi (I wikipediad that shit) is hard and frustrating because I can't meet them until crunch time, when I go down there at the end of the month for my job interview. I am keeping my options open and searching several websites. Lynne and her roommate just moved to a bigger apartment so their lease is up at the end of this month. So I made an ad on craigslist looking for someone to share this apartment for extra security on having somewhere to live. I got some real gems like these:
Then there was this one. I got the same email, down to the spelling and grammer errors, one in my regular mail and one in my spam mail. Clincher: it's 2 different names behind it! One's Mary and one's Jennifer. Here's the email:
I don't think I'll respond to Brandy but here's what I said to Mary/Jennifer:
Thank you for your interest. However, I am skeptical of this response. I received an email with this exact same wording from a Jennifer Brown. Is your name Mary or Jennifer??
Thanks but no thanks. Good luck in your search.
I also had someone tell me they were interested but are allergic to cats when the ad said that I have a cat. Uhhh..... no?!
If I get more amazing gems I'll definitely share them.
People are crazy.
Update: I got ANOTHER duplicate email. This person is "from Canada and I will be having some seminars coming up soon in US. Right now am working for a Non Government Organization on a program on children with orphans and heart related probs."
Yeah right.... I wrote them back the same email that I sent to the other two, replacing the names with Ciana and Rose. WTF people?! (no cracks about Canada jerks.)
Hello
I am brandy, i was born in colorado but presently in huntington-ashland , working for the World Health Organization (W.H.O) in kentuckey, i am 28 years old, weight: 125 lbs. (50 kg) ,height: 5' 11'' (1.68 m) ,hair: brown and bloned, eyes: brown , bust: 32'' (81 cm) ,waist: 27'' (61 cm) ,hips: 36'' (84 cm) ,dress: US: 3 / Eur: 36 ,shoe: US: 7.5 / Eur: 38.5. i am open minded person, honest, kind and loving. i am single, never been married and no kid.I am once a navy i quit last 3 year, and started working with the (W.H.O). now i want to quit this job too cos it is unbearable, so i want to relocate my self to any state and start a modeling business. this is why i am looking for a room. I am writing just to confirm if you still have the room for rent......If YES Please I will like to have answers to the following questions below:
1) I will like to have the description of the room, size, and the equipments in there.
2) I will like to have the rent fee per month plus the utilities..
3) I will also like to know if I can make an advance payment
4)payment mode:
Pls i would like to have an answers to all my enquiries.
If you are willing to give me the room, here is my e-mail... you can get me over there.
warmest regards
Brandy.
Then there was this one. I got the same email, down to the spelling and grammer errors, one in my regular mail and one in my spam mail. Clincher: it's 2 different names behind it! One's Mary and one's Jennifer. Here's the email:
Hello ,
I read your ad on craigslist.com,and this is why i am getting back to you, i am interested in knowing the availability of the place and i will also want to know more about the neighboourhood ,the place and the utilities included...?
My name is Jennifer Brown, Am Nurse with humanitarian assistance,I will be 28 by the 25th of next month,i love to live with clean people,caring,responsible,neat type. I'm 5"7' straight,i am presently in south Dakota(U.s) now ,I will love to move in as soon as possible, but it all depends on the availability of the room,I speaks French and English, so you have the chance to learn french ,i am an interesting person to live with,I'll let You know more about me if i am to rent the particular room that you have to offer ....
I will be anxiously waiting for your email and i want you to know that i really need the room now and i am the serious type paying rent as long as i am okay with the place and people that i'll be living with.
Kind Regards...
Jennifer.. (and also swap out Mary without the ..)
I don't think I'll respond to Brandy but here's what I said to Mary/Jennifer:
Thank you for your interest. However, I am skeptical of this response. I received an email with this exact same wording from a Jennifer Brown. Is your name Mary or Jennifer??
Thanks but no thanks. Good luck in your search.
I also had someone tell me they were interested but are allergic to cats when the ad said that I have a cat. Uhhh..... no?!
If I get more amazing gems I'll definitely share them.
People are crazy.
Update: I got ANOTHER duplicate email. This person is "from Canada and I will be having some seminars coming up soon in US. Right now am working for a Non Government Organization on a program on children with orphans and heart related probs."
Yeah right.... I wrote them back the same email that I sent to the other two, replacing the names with Ciana and Rose. WTF people?! (no cracks about Canada jerks.)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
On moving...
I am: excited, scared, nervous, freaking out, overjoyed, anxious, happy, relieved, jilted, sad, afraid, amused, appreciated, and overwhelmed. I just had to get that out there.
Any tips on moving across country?
Any tips on moving across country?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I'm out like Clay Aiken
So the end of 2008 is drawing to a close. It's been a personally eventful year, I must say.
1. Broke up a long-term relationship and kicked him out of the apartment, got back together a few times (I'm an idiot and have since learned the err of my ways for being so forgiving) and now I never want to see him again. I guess I hope he's still alive and doing well but I'd rather not hear about it.
2. My family moved to Florida and left me behind.
3. I got a new car. Cool.
4. I moved into a house with a co-worker and another roommate.
5. I turned 25.
Okay, only maybe the first 2 are really significant, the others I just added to add more numbers because 2 doesn't add up to eventful, where as 5 does. I live in Michigan waiting tables, alone. Let me clarify alone. No family. I am very close with my family and it's hard living sooooo far away from them. I used to stop over at their house at least once a week, if not more. I miss them! Anyways.
So I was talking to my friend Lynne the other day who lives in Tampa, FL, about 3 hours or so south of my family in Jacksonville. Both parties have been trying to get my to leave MI since the beginning of time, or the beginning of them living there, which in my book is the beginning of time because I hear about it every time I talk to them. (I love you guys <3) So I was whining about not finding a job in shit-hole MI to Lynne the other day. First of all I have a bachelors in Psychology, which is pretty much useless. To make the most of that degree I need to enroll in grad school. 2-4 years of grad school + $10,000 more in debt = kill me now. SO Lynne was like "there are a few jobs opening up at my work, what do you think?" And honestly, someone can tell you the same thing over and over again but it won't really sink in until YOU think or believe it. So I started believing that I should move to Florida. I never wanted to move before because I didn't want to move to Jax with my parents, not have a job, and not have any friends. And I didn't want to move to Tampa to copy Lynne (plus when she left I still lived with the bastard I called the love of my life. Naive I was). So now seems like the perfect time. I'm having a hard time finding a job and I'm not tied down to anyone or any lease so what the fuck- I'm moving! And honestly, a lot of times it's who you know (or who you blow, but I'm not in for that ride), so I know Lynne and she might be able to get me a job! I'll go for an "interview" or meeting persay while I'm in the F-L over Christmas break visiting my parents. I'll maybe meet a potential roommate or so.
That's another thing. I don't want to life with a perfect stranger (or even imperfect for that matter) but I gotsta. I'd prefer to live alone but that decision would not be in my favor. Living alone increases independence which decreases popularity because it decreases my networking skills, hence no friends. So I've joined roommates.com and am currently in the hunt for a roommate via that and craigslist. I'll meet with said potential roommates after conversing via email and setting up a time to meet when I'm in Tampa.
The move date isn't set yet but I'll determine it after I meet with the bossman. I'll miss a lot of people in Michigan and some of the local sights but I really have nothing to lose. If I really hate it, well, I'm sure anything is better than here waiting tables in the snow until I'm 40! And even if I hate the job it's at least real-world experience I can put on my resume. But like I said, anything is better than here. But don't challenge me. I'm sure there are worse places. Like your house.
1. Broke up a long-term relationship and kicked him out of the apartment, got back together a few times (I'm an idiot and have since learned the err of my ways for being so forgiving) and now I never want to see him again. I guess I hope he's still alive and doing well but I'd rather not hear about it.
2. My family moved to Florida and left me behind.
3. I got a new car. Cool.
4. I moved into a house with a co-worker and another roommate.
5. I turned 25.
Okay, only maybe the first 2 are really significant, the others I just added to add more numbers because 2 doesn't add up to eventful, where as 5 does. I live in Michigan waiting tables, alone. Let me clarify alone. No family. I am very close with my family and it's hard living sooooo far away from them. I used to stop over at their house at least once a week, if not more. I miss them! Anyways.
So I was talking to my friend Lynne the other day who lives in Tampa, FL, about 3 hours or so south of my family in Jacksonville. Both parties have been trying to get my to leave MI since the beginning of time, or the beginning of them living there, which in my book is the beginning of time because I hear about it every time I talk to them. (I love you guys <3) So I was whining about not finding a job in shit-hole MI to Lynne the other day. First of all I have a bachelors in Psychology, which is pretty much useless. To make the most of that degree I need to enroll in grad school. 2-4 years of grad school + $10,000 more in debt = kill me now. SO Lynne was like "there are a few jobs opening up at my work, what do you think?" And honestly, someone can tell you the same thing over and over again but it won't really sink in until YOU think or believe it. So I started believing that I should move to Florida. I never wanted to move before because I didn't want to move to Jax with my parents, not have a job, and not have any friends. And I didn't want to move to Tampa to copy Lynne (plus when she left I still lived with the bastard I called the love of my life. Naive I was). So now seems like the perfect time. I'm having a hard time finding a job and I'm not tied down to anyone or any lease so what the fuck- I'm moving! And honestly, a lot of times it's who you know (or who you blow, but I'm not in for that ride), so I know Lynne and she might be able to get me a job! I'll go for an "interview" or meeting persay while I'm in the F-L over Christmas break visiting my parents. I'll maybe meet a potential roommate or so.
That's another thing. I don't want to life with a perfect stranger (or even imperfect for that matter) but I gotsta. I'd prefer to live alone but that decision would not be in my favor. Living alone increases independence which decreases popularity because it decreases my networking skills, hence no friends. So I've joined roommates.com and am currently in the hunt for a roommate via that and craigslist. I'll meet with said potential roommates after conversing via email and setting up a time to meet when I'm in Tampa.
The move date isn't set yet but I'll determine it after I meet with the bossman. I'll miss a lot of people in Michigan and some of the local sights but I really have nothing to lose. If I really hate it, well, I'm sure anything is better than here waiting tables in the snow until I'm 40! And even if I hate the job it's at least real-world experience I can put on my resume. But like I said, anything is better than here. But don't challenge me. I'm sure there are worse places. Like your house.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Turn and face the strain
I'll update more later. But my weekend consisted of Lynne visiting and partying till the crack ass of dawn with her and company. Then my great grandma turned 100 this weekend (technically today maybe? or tomorrow but this weekend was better for everyone) and mostly all of my family came to see her. I don't think many have seen someone that old close up.
So now I'm struggling to sleep, thinking of the past and decisions I've made and shit I've said and blah blah blah. I feel like moving to somewhere new. Maybe I think by running away from old memories they will disappear quicker? I know it won't but a change of scenery might be an option. Where to go? Down south with my parents where I know no one but them? DEF not with my sister in the northern south, she's a bia. Up north with the doctor where he'll have no time to hang out with the new transitor? Out east where there's no room for me but to live with a stranger? And to think I also have little funds to rent a U-Haul to drive all my shit somewhere where I might have a friend living. I'm not good with self change. I handled it well when moving around the world where my parents were steering. Now I'm in charge of my own fate and it's scary as hell. I fear change and yet I'm smack dab in the middle of it.
So now I'm struggling to sleep, thinking of the past and decisions I've made and shit I've said and blah blah blah. I feel like moving to somewhere new. Maybe I think by running away from old memories they will disappear quicker? I know it won't but a change of scenery might be an option. Where to go? Down south with my parents where I know no one but them? DEF not with my sister in the northern south, she's a bia. Up north with the doctor where he'll have no time to hang out with the new transitor? Out east where there's no room for me but to live with a stranger? And to think I also have little funds to rent a U-Haul to drive all my shit somewhere where I might have a friend living. I'm not good with self change. I handled it well when moving around the world where my parents were steering. Now I'm in charge of my own fate and it's scary as hell. I fear change and yet I'm smack dab in the middle of it.
SO here's a pic of the first (of many??) change(s). A before and after picture of my hair (not taken at the time).
Time to sleep. My dear mother is sleeping on the couch so I can drive her to the airport tomorrow to go back to Florida after a crazy weekend. I probably should sleep so I can even drive. It's not too late though. But it will be after I get sucked into this book I'm reading about Broadway dogs and the trainer that made them all famous. I'm a huge nerd I know. I fucking love it.
Time to sleep. My dear mother is sleeping on the couch so I can drive her to the airport tomorrow to go back to Florida after a crazy weekend. I probably should sleep so I can even drive. It's not too late though. But it will be after I get sucked into this book I'm reading about Broadway dogs and the trainer that made them all famous. I'm a huge nerd I know. I fucking love it.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Glutton for Punishment
So today was the annual Canadian Thanksgiving get together from my dad's side of the family. I took the time off work to drive 2 hours to be with my family for dinner since my immediate family lives 2 days away. It was great to see my family, especially my grandparents since my grandpa turns 88 on Tuesday and we celebrated it today. The best part was when we all sang "Happy Birthday" to him and then 5 minutes later my grandma goes, "wouldn't it be nice if we sang 'Happy Birthday' to Jake?" She's old and forgetful but we all had a great laugh over it. I ate too much stuffing, as always cuz it's totally the best part and now my insides are gurgling and I'm hitting up the bathroom like it's going out of style.
In other news, I dyed my hair dark reddish brown. It looked lighter
on the box but it looks like JoAnna Garcia's from Privileged. I like it but I'm just not used to having hair that dark. I feel like I look like Snow White with my paler skin and darker hair. But hey, she snagged a prince so maybe I can too for once?
I have a full week of work + working out so basically I lead one of the most boring lives ever but I'm slowly finding my happy place. I have great friends, an awesome place to live, a job that is not my dream but I make good money, and my health (cliche? yes but true since I don't have health insurance, dumb I know) so I can't really complain. I'm still pulling myself together to find who I am as an individual and it's a fun process. I've already started compiling a list of qualities I want in my next boyfriend, something I've actually subconsciously been doing for months; I knew better but never wanted to admit the facts. So life goes on. Time to gather up Cohen and head to bed. Tomorrow I have to work a double and all I'm going to eat is a saltine cracker. Until next time my faithful readers (Rob and Sarah), I'll leave you with this advice: Don't eat a plateful of stuffing without taking Pepto first. Your asshole with thank you.
In other news, I dyed my hair dark reddish brown. It looked lighter
on the box but it looks like JoAnna Garcia's from Privileged. I like it but I'm just not used to having hair that dark. I feel like I look like Snow White with my paler skin and darker hair. But hey, she snagged a prince so maybe I can too for once?
I have a full week of work + working out so basically I lead one of the most boring lives ever but I'm slowly finding my happy place. I have great friends, an awesome place to live, a job that is not my dream but I make good money, and my health (cliche? yes but true since I don't have health insurance, dumb I know) so I can't really complain. I'm still pulling myself together to find who I am as an individual and it's a fun process. I've already started compiling a list of qualities I want in my next boyfriend, something I've actually subconsciously been doing for months; I knew better but never wanted to admit the facts. So life goes on. Time to gather up Cohen and head to bed. Tomorrow I have to work a double and all I'm going to eat is a saltine cracker. Until next time my faithful readers (Rob and Sarah), I'll leave you with this advice: Don't eat a plateful of stuffing without taking Pepto first. Your asshole with thank you.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Better In Time
So I joined a gym yesterday and worked out for 2 hours. My goal is to feed good about how I look in a bathing suit. Go me! It was torture because I was hungry and decided that Taco Bell would be a great idea an hour before the gym. Not the case. I was feeling awful after the gym. But during the gym it felt great. I made a commitment that I intent to keep!
And I started growing out my nails about 2 weeks ago. They are long enough to paint but not long enough where anyone really notices a difference but me, which is a lot for me. I've grown them out ONCE that I can remember in the past 20 years. So I'm optimistic about keeping them long this time. It's a big change for me. I feel like being in the relationship I was in the last 3 1/2 years I lost a lot of myself. Which happens and is not unusual, but I want to get back to me and do things for myself. I'm sure working out and growing out my nails might attract men (bonus!) but I'm not ready to date yet, I've decided. I have a lot of work to do on me on the inside before I can work on anyone else. Maybe I'll make an exception to work on someone else's outsides... ;) HA!
So I was all excited to post in the blog and now I feel blah and not entertaining so here's something from the archives:
1. my fridge to be constantly stocked with 2% milk
2. a truckload of money to arrive on my doorstep, filled with $100 bills with my beautiful, photogenic face on them that are accepted everywhere
Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit
1. i don't wash my feet everytime i shower
2. the last time i peed my pants was not when i was 5 years old or under
AND the ever unforgettable...
And I started growing out my nails about 2 weeks ago. They are long enough to paint but not long enough where anyone really notices a difference but me, which is a lot for me. I've grown them out ONCE that I can remember in the past 20 years. So I'm optimistic about keeping them long this time. It's a big change for me. I feel like being in the relationship I was in the last 3 1/2 years I lost a lot of myself. Which happens and is not unusual, but I want to get back to me and do things for myself. I'm sure working out and growing out my nails might attract men (bonus!) but I'm not ready to date yet, I've decided. I have a lot of work to do on me on the inside before I can work on anyone else. Maybe I'll make an exception to work on someone else's outsides... ;) HA!
So I was all excited to post in the blog and now I feel blah and not entertaining so here's something from the archives:
Monday, December 5th, 2005
Two Things You Want Really Badly1. my fridge to be constantly stocked with 2% milk
2. a truckload of money to arrive on my doorstep, filled with $100 bills with my beautiful, photogenic face on them that are accepted everywhere
Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit
1. i don't wash my feet everytime i shower
2. the last time i peed my pants was not when i was 5 years old or under
AND the ever unforgettable...
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