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May. 10th, 2002 04:21 pmI'm zoney. Didn't get to sleep until late last night, mainly because of dreading the interview. I hate talking to strangers. Desperately, and with every fiber of my being. Interviews are extra bad because not only do I have to interact with them, but I have to be charismatic also. Bleh. I'm not neccesarily *bad* at it, but that doesn't neccesarily mean I enjoy it. I'd probably be pretty good at falling off a cliff also. Anyway, tossed, turned, got up, played more bejeweled until I was falling asleep in chair, tried to sleep again, tossed, turned, woke up to alarm going off. Caught bus to menlo park where the hiring company is. Filled out metric buttload of stupid paperwork. Had to explain several zillion times that "No really, it's a hell of a lot easier to get in touch with me via email than via phone" on the forms. Talked to a human for maybe all of 5 minutes, and he just told me that with my resume I was pretty certain to get an interview at the actual company. Like that's a shock. I'm so overly-qualified it's not even funny to me, and I usually take a great deal of amusement in how much I squander my talents. Oh well. So, I should probably hear from Sony some time in the next week about an interview. Assuming E3 doesn't muck it all up. Which it probably will. This should give me plenty of time to practice my feigned enthusiasm. Whee, I'm just exuding bitterness aren't I? I think that's mainly because I had to take a spelling and filing test as part of the paperwork. Highly insulting. It took a concerted effort of will not to go through and correct all of the spelling and punctuation errors on the rest of their forms as a petty act of revenge (and there were several). If you ever want to get on my bad side, talk down to me. It works wonders. Of course, I tend to just completely ignore people who do get on my bad side, so it's probably not really worth the effort.
Anyway, after filling out paperwork, talking to hiring drone, and watching an exciting safety video, I hopped back on the bus and came back to Dan's house. I will note that this was by far the Worst Bus-ride Ever! (spoken in simpson's comic-book guy voice). Nearly empty bus. I am reading my book (which continues to be excellent, except I'm almost done, which makes me very sad) and have my portable containment device (Item 01/17 from Josh Aid) on the seat next to me. In short, I am the very embodiment of a "Do Not Disturb" sign. And then this man sort of edges in, despite there being about oh... 20 other seats he could have taken. But I'm not horribly opposed to the idea of sitting next to somebody, so I move my bag onto my lap. Then of course he tries to make conversation. Eerie conversation. First just general small talk, to which I give my best one sentence "polite, but tinged with just enough leave me alone-ness to hopefully give him the hint" responses, and then try to go back to reading my book (see above comment about not liking to interact with strangers). He introduces himself. Twice. Then he tells me that I have very pretty hair. He makes coy inquiries about my age, and congratulates me on how young I look. Then he starts bemoaning the fact that he is just visiting from Houston, and has no friends in California. Then he asks if perhaps I will be his friend. I respond that I think it's a lot more likely that I'll just get off the bus and never see him again, but hey, who knows? The thing is, he didn't seem like he was trying to be weird, or creepy. He seemed very shy and sad actually. Maybe there was some weird cultural mis-match thing going on. He was middle eastern. Maybe he was from a culture where it's actually common to make life long friends on the bus. I don't know. The whole encounter definitely had the air of "Hello. You seem rather interesting. How much are you per night?" though. I feel sorry for him. I wish people were better at taking hints sometimes so I didn't have to hurt their feelings, but when he asked if he could perhaps come to my friend's house with me, I had to turn him down. I'm sorry friendly but misguided middle eastern man. It's not you, it's me. Honest. Has anyone ever had a stranger they were actually attracted to strike up conversation with them on the bus? It seems unlikely.
I wanna do something tonight, but I don't know what. And money is tight. Hrm.
On a completely unrelated note, Melissa said she had a dream in which I was discussing quantum mechanics with a homeless person. This amuses me.
Anyway, after filling out paperwork, talking to hiring drone, and watching an exciting safety video, I hopped back on the bus and came back to Dan's house. I will note that this was by far the Worst Bus-ride Ever! (spoken in simpson's comic-book guy voice). Nearly empty bus. I am reading my book (which continues to be excellent, except I'm almost done, which makes me very sad) and have my portable containment device (Item 01/17 from Josh Aid) on the seat next to me. In short, I am the very embodiment of a "Do Not Disturb" sign. And then this man sort of edges in, despite there being about oh... 20 other seats he could have taken. But I'm not horribly opposed to the idea of sitting next to somebody, so I move my bag onto my lap. Then of course he tries to make conversation. Eerie conversation. First just general small talk, to which I give my best one sentence "polite, but tinged with just enough leave me alone-ness to hopefully give him the hint" responses, and then try to go back to reading my book (see above comment about not liking to interact with strangers). He introduces himself. Twice. Then he tells me that I have very pretty hair. He makes coy inquiries about my age, and congratulates me on how young I look. Then he starts bemoaning the fact that he is just visiting from Houston, and has no friends in California. Then he asks if perhaps I will be his friend. I respond that I think it's a lot more likely that I'll just get off the bus and never see him again, but hey, who knows? The thing is, he didn't seem like he was trying to be weird, or creepy. He seemed very shy and sad actually. Maybe there was some weird cultural mis-match thing going on. He was middle eastern. Maybe he was from a culture where it's actually common to make life long friends on the bus. I don't know. The whole encounter definitely had the air of "Hello. You seem rather interesting. How much are you per night?" though. I feel sorry for him. I wish people were better at taking hints sometimes so I didn't have to hurt their feelings, but when he asked if he could perhaps come to my friend's house with me, I had to turn him down. I'm sorry friendly but misguided middle eastern man. It's not you, it's me. Honest. Has anyone ever had a stranger they were actually attracted to strike up conversation with them on the bus? It seems unlikely.
I wanna do something tonight, but I don't know what. And money is tight. Hrm.
On a completely unrelated note, Melissa said she had a dream in which I was discussing quantum mechanics with a homeless person. This amuses me.
