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Aug. 23rd, 2016 07:21 amHad a job appointment for 6 A.M. at UPS yesterday, after discovering an opening on Snagajob and applying. Dad drove me down there, and it's only down the street from where Long Island Avenue merges into Horseblock Road, situated right behind McDonald's and my bank.
We reached the parking lot, and I waited in the guard booth with two others before someone came and escorted us into a conference room to give us an orientation. Nothing he described about the job fazed me, inconvenient as any of it might've been for me, until right before a tour of the facility, when he spoke about the hours. I asked questions about that, and he said that, at times, and especially around the holidays, the place would need me there as early as 1 A.M. Having already tried waking up earlier than four for a Target position recently, I told him that this job clearly isn't for me. He said that the whole point of this phase of hiring is to give potential employees a chance to determine that, and allowed me to leave without any hard feelings.
Filled Dad in on what happened, and he just lost it after having me explain the actual situation to him. The whole ride home, he went on to lecture me about such an opportunity I wasted (including one to work for a more autism-friendly company than most others are), how he and Mom stress making myself available and being ready for anything, how that all goes out the window when what I say amounts to "I can't do it...", how much of a sham my interest in finding work is to begin with, and what kind of a pussy I am for being so picky-and-choosy and only wanting to do easy things like sorting paperwork for money or otherwise sitting in my room and playing video games and looking at naked girls and hoping to win the lottery when he's worked all kinds of unpleasant jobs like clam-digging before eventually settling down to build cabinets.
When we got home, he went inside, and I went to the end of Masem Court to stay out of his way and to process everything he had just said, to figure out what I should make up for and what to stand by. Really, it's hard to argue that I still do more productive things like writing fanfiction and devising mechanics for a game when I barely invest my time doing even that and wouldn't have much to show him if I played that card.
Upon coming back and inside, I saw that he was in the bathroom, and went into my room to listen whether he was still mad or not. He slammed the door against the wall upon leaving, so obviously, he still was. I waited for him to be out of the way before I'd put my shoes back on, but he instead ordered me to sweep the entire driveway. I got right on that, did as thorough a job with it as possible, and also went on to sweep the basement steps, both brick paths surrounding the garage, the apartment stairs and deck, and the backdoor steps, before he apologized for his whole tirade and told me not to be so hard on myself.
Even though anyone would have been upset with having their time wasted and being let down so badly like that, he told me that he was actually already frustrated with other things going on with him. He walked me back into the house to sit in the living room, and acknowledged certain things in my favor, but also explained that while most people would prefer to work during the day than at night, people like those are looking for only the most committed out of everyone they talk to, how Mom used to have to work nights when she started working at the hospital and would need daytime to sleep, and that this is one of the many finer points that people don't mention when they teach you in school about finding employment. (It actually was brought up in one of several videos we used to watch when I was going to UCP every Friday.)
He did explain some other things, but when he was done, he asked me to read several emails that Mom had sent me, in one of which she demanded I look into re-applying for the position (the other one was about arranging an appointment with my psychologist). I tried everything I could, such as re-applying on the site (I couldn't, because all my information was already entered) and making a phone call (only got to a machine, which only offered service inquiry options), before asking Dad if he could drive me back to the place so I could arrange a new appointment in person. We had a lengthy discussion about everything that happened, and in this aspect, I'd only make myself look even worse than I did by asking for a second chance. However, he also explained that, sometimes, it's best just to nod while the other person's talking, because it's impossible to tell what a potential employer is taking in that one doesn't say outright.
In any case, I did at least manage to learn a few things, such as pretending to still be interested and not being so decisive to turn something down until I've actually had time to reconsider.
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Obviously, yesterday was not such a good day to focus on Parasitic Trio, considering how busy my day still was from there. In general, though, I do wish that Jake would move along with re-writing what I've already written. I've already asked him twice so far since completing Jamie's chapter, and he said not enough [to incline him to show me] the first time and none the second. Right now, he's just come up with ideas for a new story of his own, and it would only be fair to let him focus on that for a while. I might have just enough energy to see May's in-progress chapter through, but I might consider asking he show me what he has written once I give him the finished first draft, just so this whole thing doesn't feel empty as I press forward.
Still need to get back to Alice and give her some basic guidelines about the Cibus project. Had also worked on some of my Starbound files while tagging all those entries, just to switch gears, but doing so once again inclined me somewhat towards a project that still just feels dry right now.
Also found out that various Pokemon will have different forms and other aspects in Alola than they've had to date, a phenomenon exclusive to that region as a form of adaptation and not something they can just assume or change back from. (Those transferred from the Gen VI games or Pokemon GO presumably won't change forms.) An interesting concept in its own right, but goes that much further to jossing my former idea of keeping Pokemon from Gens I-IV exclusive to the country consisting of their respective main regions. It's like, the earlier each Pokemon debuted, the more universal they become in the Pokemon world, while later generations play smaller and smaller a role in the world. But then again, the lack of connectivity between Gens II and III already got some backlash in their time, and it's not like Nintendo can just "retire" Pokemon that players will want to keep using from their past games.
We reached the parking lot, and I waited in the guard booth with two others before someone came and escorted us into a conference room to give us an orientation. Nothing he described about the job fazed me, inconvenient as any of it might've been for me, until right before a tour of the facility, when he spoke about the hours. I asked questions about that, and he said that, at times, and especially around the holidays, the place would need me there as early as 1 A.M. Having already tried waking up earlier than four for a Target position recently, I told him that this job clearly isn't for me. He said that the whole point of this phase of hiring is to give potential employees a chance to determine that, and allowed me to leave without any hard feelings.
Filled Dad in on what happened, and he just lost it after having me explain the actual situation to him. The whole ride home, he went on to lecture me about such an opportunity I wasted (including one to work for a more autism-friendly company than most others are), how he and Mom stress making myself available and being ready for anything, how that all goes out the window when what I say amounts to "I can't do it...", how much of a sham my interest in finding work is to begin with, and what kind of a pussy I am for being so picky-and-choosy and only wanting to do easy things like sorting paperwork for money or otherwise sitting in my room and playing video games and looking at naked girls and hoping to win the lottery when he's worked all kinds of unpleasant jobs like clam-digging before eventually settling down to build cabinets.
When we got home, he went inside, and I went to the end of Masem Court to stay out of his way and to process everything he had just said, to figure out what I should make up for and what to stand by. Really, it's hard to argue that I still do more productive things like writing fanfiction and devising mechanics for a game when I barely invest my time doing even that and wouldn't have much to show him if I played that card.
Upon coming back and inside, I saw that he was in the bathroom, and went into my room to listen whether he was still mad or not. He slammed the door against the wall upon leaving, so obviously, he still was. I waited for him to be out of the way before I'd put my shoes back on, but he instead ordered me to sweep the entire driveway. I got right on that, did as thorough a job with it as possible, and also went on to sweep the basement steps, both brick paths surrounding the garage, the apartment stairs and deck, and the backdoor steps, before he apologized for his whole tirade and told me not to be so hard on myself.
Even though anyone would have been upset with having their time wasted and being let down so badly like that, he told me that he was actually already frustrated with other things going on with him. He walked me back into the house to sit in the living room, and acknowledged certain things in my favor, but also explained that while most people would prefer to work during the day than at night, people like those are looking for only the most committed out of everyone they talk to, how Mom used to have to work nights when she started working at the hospital and would need daytime to sleep, and that this is one of the many finer points that people don't mention when they teach you in school about finding employment. (It actually was brought up in one of several videos we used to watch when I was going to UCP every Friday.)
He did explain some other things, but when he was done, he asked me to read several emails that Mom had sent me, in one of which she demanded I look into re-applying for the position (the other one was about arranging an appointment with my psychologist). I tried everything I could, such as re-applying on the site (I couldn't, because all my information was already entered) and making a phone call (only got to a machine, which only offered service inquiry options), before asking Dad if he could drive me back to the place so I could arrange a new appointment in person. We had a lengthy discussion about everything that happened, and in this aspect, I'd only make myself look even worse than I did by asking for a second chance. However, he also explained that, sometimes, it's best just to nod while the other person's talking, because it's impossible to tell what a potential employer is taking in that one doesn't say outright.
In any case, I did at least manage to learn a few things, such as pretending to still be interested and not being so decisive to turn something down until I've actually had time to reconsider.
-----
Obviously, yesterday was not such a good day to focus on Parasitic Trio, considering how busy my day still was from there. In general, though, I do wish that Jake would move along with re-writing what I've already written. I've already asked him twice so far since completing Jamie's chapter, and he said not enough [to incline him to show me] the first time and none the second. Right now, he's just come up with ideas for a new story of his own, and it would only be fair to let him focus on that for a while. I might have just enough energy to see May's in-progress chapter through, but I might consider asking he show me what he has written once I give him the finished first draft, just so this whole thing doesn't feel empty as I press forward.
Still need to get back to Alice and give her some basic guidelines about the Cibus project. Had also worked on some of my Starbound files while tagging all those entries, just to switch gears, but doing so once again inclined me somewhat towards a project that still just feels dry right now.
Also found out that various Pokemon will have different forms and other aspects in Alola than they've had to date, a phenomenon exclusive to that region as a form of adaptation and not something they can just assume or change back from. (Those transferred from the Gen VI games or Pokemon GO presumably won't change forms.) An interesting concept in its own right, but goes that much further to jossing my former idea of keeping Pokemon from Gens I-IV exclusive to the country consisting of their respective main regions. It's like, the earlier each Pokemon debuted, the more universal they become in the Pokemon world, while later generations play smaller and smaller a role in the world. But then again, the lack of connectivity between Gens II and III already got some backlash in their time, and it's not like Nintendo can just "retire" Pokemon that players will want to keep using from their past games.