Yesterday the dazzlingly talented Jessica Flores asked me if I had a page featuring my drawings. You see, she’s working on a website that showcases the work of deaf artists called The Deaf Artist Collective.
And she thinks I’m an artist.
I haven’t left the apartment in four days now, not out of fear of getting infected, but because I am infected.
I had an interview last Thursday. It was for the same job I’ve had for the past year. The exact same job. This is what the job market has come to.
In the 70s, employers had to beg for workers.
In the 80s, I don’t know, because I don’t appear to have a family member who tried to break into the job market that decade. I assume it was the same as the 70s, but with more hairspray and shoulder pads.
In the 90s, you needed a resume, but you were able to list “married” as one of your qualifications as my mom did.
In the 00s, this Millennial had an argument with her mother about whether “married” and “non-smoker” were descriptors appropriate for a resume. Jobs in the 00s required that you include a cover letter and fill out an application form, AND thank a potential employer for taking the time to even consider you.
2010? You definitely need connections.
Now that we’re at the beginning of the third decade of the millennium, we need to convince our employers to keep us on. I’m not opposed to this idea, though, as there are definitely people who have flown under the radar doing the bare minimum without making a sack-worthy misstep. I’m tired of picking up the slack. Too bad I’m only mostly sure that my employer doesn’t see me that way, which stresses me out. I should have brought snacks to the interview.
If I don’t get the job I already have, it’s because I didn’t bring donuts. No donuts, no job.
At least twice a week, some seemingly satirical character pops into the bike shop, says something hilarious, and leaves me thinking, “Oh no, this is too good to not write about on the internet. Yet, I cannot do it.”
It’s torturous being this much of a square.
Even though I generally respect people less than I did ten years ago, I show them more respect. To be fair, this is probably because so many more people been involved in my life since then.
Instead, the scandal of the week is going to have to be about my new thing, which is…
Yesterday morning, I got an email about a federal election all-candidates forum on disability and accessibility happening after work near my home. Interpreters had already been arranged for this event which was also going to have real-time captioning. My best excuse for not going would have been, “I wanted to stay home, pet the cats and eat Nanaimo bars.”
So, I got to experience what most people get to experience when it comes to town hall forums: I did not have to contact anybody beforehand to inquire about accessibility. I just showed up! So, this is what it’s like for most people? Wow!
“That guy looked like Jeff Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” I remarked about a customer who had just left the bike shop.
Yann shook his head, “I don’t remember that movie.”
“You watched it with me! As soon as I show you a photo you’re going to be like, ‘Oh! Oh! I ‘member.'”
How convenient is it to have a smartphone on hand to jog somebody’s shitty memory? Except for when your garbage short-term memory causes you to forget where you put your phone.
Since 2008, I had been using a Sony Vaio with Windows Vista OS. Over a year ago, Microsoft ended its “Extended Support”, prompting irritating daily popup reminders every time I wanted to use the computer.
To preserve a vintage feel to the Vaio, I was also using an out-of-date Chrome browser.Continue reading “Age advancement and other upgrades.”