The job hunt & school

The photo has nothing to do with this blog post by the way. I just wanted to use one of my own photos for once. So far the job hunt is going okay. I hate the outbound call center stuff that I am doing from home plus they keep taking hours away as they are not busy at all and I have barely worked. I had applied to a bunch of other jobs at the same time as well as since getting it.

The day before yesterday I had an interview with one of the places I had applied to and it seems I may have gotten the job! It’s also working from home and was listed as “Transcriptionist” and basically it’ll be working for a company and taking inventory for moving companies from videos that were taken to determine what was needed for the moving job. So basically watch the video, listen to everything said but at the same time also take stock of what is shown as well unless told specifically not to and determine what the company will need to show up with on moving day.

A lot of big moving companies do it this way. I remember as a kid when we were moving each time Dad was posted somewhere either Dad taking our home video camera (this was before the days of digital) and filming the house or apartment we were in room by room or sometimes someone from the moving company would come a week or two ahead of time and do it. I remember loving to follow them around and seeing what they were up to. I remember trying to guess ourselves. Mom and Dad always made a game out of it. Something to distract me from moving to another province or country I guess but it usually worked.

Anyways, since I have been doing closed captioning on videos for some time now freelancing and also some freelance transcription work I am pretty sure I am going to enjoy this job. There will also be an opportunity for me to be cross-trained and take customer service and/or appointment booking calls as well. I don’t mind this so much as it’s no so call center-ish, more like a virtual assistant type job. I will be starting most likely on March 23rd as long as she gets the approval from the owner of the company and it’s a small company based in Ontario that is starting to grow fast it seems:) so that’s also good.

In the meantime, I am just doing freelance transcription and captioning through mostly just two different sites. I am not bringing in a lot but every penny counts and I am really loving it, to be honest. It just further cements me wanting to work from home while in school. I am saving up the money to apply. I have about half of it so far. My goals is by the end of next week to apply. There are still a few things I need to do. I need to update my last name for my Alberta Student Number as I was in school in Alberta back in the 90’s and have gotten married since then so I need to send them a copy of my marriage certificate next week.

Apparently I also have to update my info with Revenue Canada as well as somewhere years ago someone accidentally typed my name wrong into the system as Kirston and now it seems to be on some of my stuff coming from them and Kirsten on the rest of it. So I have to go through the process of faxing them my ID for them to update it. Again I will do that next week as well. So far though things are moving in the right direction and I am extremely happy about it. It’s a step in the right direction.

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Doctors appointments & funny story

We traveled to Halifax today for a doctor’s appointment with our family doctor. Of all days today turned out not to be the best day to be on the roads in Nova Scotia. We had a big storm that came through the province today bringing a mess of weather. When we left it was calling for sustained winds of 80km/hour with gusts exceeding 100km/hour, not all that unusual here as we have been seeing more and more high winds, but they are damaging to trees and power lines and buildings. On top of that, we had everything from torrential downpours, higher than normal tides, flooding, slush, snow, ice pellets, and freezing rain and we got to experience it all while driving.

We left about 10 a.m., our appointments were at 2:30 and 2:45 so we could just go in together like we always do, my husband and I. It took us 4 hours driving the old highway all the way to New Minas, stopping at A&W for lunch and then the new highway the rest of the way. It’s usually a 2 1/2 hour drive but we just wanted to take it really slow and take our time. I actually enjoyed the weather. On the way up it started out windy before we left with some rain, by the time we got on the road it was pouring and as we drove up through the valley it would go from rain to ice pellets to freezing rain and back again. It was slushy and slippery but the car (and myself) handled it well.

No word of a lie by the time we were heading back from the doctor’s office around 4 p.m. it looked like the picture above from Halifax past Windsor and into the valley a ways. I asked Edward to get some pictures but as we were driving and the windows were covered in water and ice and the movement of the car they didn’t turn out. So I am using stock photos to give you an idea. It was so beautiful, even if a little hazardous to be driving in. Honestly though, only once or twice did it go through my mind why the hell are we still driving. There were so many people out on the roads. Surprisingly though everyone was going slow and careful. Nova Scotians are not usually known to slow down for the road conditions, something that annoys me so much.

Speaking of things that annoy me, funny story and maybe TMI but something kind of funny happened when we were in A&W that I feel like sharing. At least it was funny to me, if not somewhat annoying. When we got to A&W it surprisingly empty. I had to use the washroom so we ordered and while Eddie waited for our order I went to use the washroom. So here I am sitting on the toilet doing my business when someone walked in, there were only two stalls and she went into the second one. Almost right away her cell rang and she answered it in the washroom, one of my pet peeves, nothing can be so important that you can’t wait the 3 minutes it takes to use the washroom and call the person back, but no she answered it and started a conversation.

Photo by Fikri Rasyid from Unsplash

By this point, I’m done and struggling with a new roll of toilet paper that did not want to cooperate, you know how it is, it tears in strips and is all uneven and by the time you’re done with the roll it looks like Freddy Krueger got at it, or someones cat, not mine as he doesn’t do that, but someones cat. Anyways, it obviously made a lot of noise on those typical restartaunt and store metal contraptions they call toilet paper holders and I hear her say to the person she is having a conversation with “some people are so rude” and I thought she was talking about something else, maybe someone the other person mentioned.

So I flush the toilet and go to open the stall door and I hear “Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation here!” and I was like “Huh? Me” and she’s like “Yeah, you. You’re making a lot of noise and I’m trying to talk to someone.” At this point, I’m thinking WTH? Really is she shaming me because I dared to wipe my ass and flush the toilet in a public bathroom? What else was I supposed to do? Wait quietly in the stall till she finished talking to whoever she was talking to? It wasn’t like she answered quickly and said “I’ll call back”, no she decided to have a whole conversation, so I said very loudly “You’re in a washroom! Do you mind taking your conversation elsewhere? I’m trying to shit here”. I never heard another peep out of her. She never said anything else, but damned if I didn’t take extra-long and make all the noise I could turning on the water, getting soap, washing my hands, turning off the water, getting paper towel (no air dryer or I would have been sure to run that) and opening the washroom door.

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Perfection

What is perfection?

I typed the word perfection into Unsplash and this is one of the images that came up. It seemed appropriate. Admittedly I don’t know a lot about spiders as I am inherently terrified of them but one thing I do know is that their webs are perfection. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a full spider web strung between two trees with raindrops or frost on it. That is unless you walk into it I suppose. Either way, the web is perfection, and to some, so is the spider itself.

As for me, perfection is something I have always strived for in my life but somehow in my own eyes I always came up short. I don’t know why. I was never given the feeling by anyone else that I didn’t measure up in their eyes. That I didn’t always try my best and wasn’t talented in some ways. However, for some reason in my eyes, I was always falling short. I felt that I was never good enough at anything in particular. I was okay at most things but never particularly any good at one thing.

School was one place I always felt I fell short. I wanted so badly to be a good student, the proverbial straight-A student but instead, I just glided by. My marks were enough to pass me to the next grade, I never failed but I never excelled either. I was just mediocre. I never gave myself credit for the hours I spent doing homework and assignments. Instead, I concentrated on the times I slacked off or skated by. I felt that when it came to school I was a fake.

I was not popular but I was not unpopular. I was on the edge of everything, one foot in, one foot out. I was liked by most and hated by few. I was there but not there. I paid attention sometimes in class and other times I didn’t. I did my school work, but I never did extra credit and never put a lot of effort into it.

There was one thing and one thing alone at the time, school wise, that I loved and wanted to be perfect at and tried to be perfect at and that was printing and handwriting. I would write and re-write everything until it looked neat and tidy and perfectly formed. Never mattered much what the content was, for me it was just that I wanted it to look pretty, to look like I was smart, to look like I cared, to look like I put work and effort into it.

So much so that I would erase things over and over. Ever since I was old enough to hold a pen or pencil I would obsess over my printing and writing. I wanted it to be flowy and round and pretty. I loved coloured ink; pinks, greens, purples, teal, anything other than the traditional blue, black and red ink. I would spend little time coming up with my first draft of something and would be bored or annoyed until I had to do the “final copy” and then I would spend hours perfecting it.

In elementary school, I had erasers taken from me when my teachers noticed me writing, erasing and rewriting the same line over and over and over again until I erased a hole into the looseleaf. One teacher accused me of eating the erasers because I went through them so fast she thought I had developed some obsession with eating them. Nope, I was just neat if something did not look perfect to me on paper. I erased it and did it again.

In junior high when we graduated to using pens I had the same obsession. I would have my coloured pens taken away because my teachers complained that all though my essay looked beautiful it was too light to read or they had asked it to be done in blue or black ink. I had whiteout taken away when my English teacher in Grade 7 handed me my own essay to read which for once he said was nicely written only to have it fall apart as he handed it to me because I had used so much whiteout it literally cracked in half.

Looking back on it now it just seems one of those idiosyncrasies of youth. One of those funny things everyone tells a story about. One of those things that my family still laughs at to this day when we talk about it. I used to sneak whiteout and erasers into my classrooms because I was so distraught at the fact that I thought I might turn in a piece of paper with a mark on it that wasn’t where it should be or heaven forbid if I had to cross out a word I spelled incorrectly. I would lose it. I would lose my mind in class and have to go to the principals, it was the one and only thing that ever sent me to the principal’s office.

And still to this day. I crave perfection when it comes to my handwriting. I don’t handwrite much at all for that reason. It drives me insane to see a line or scribble through a word on paper or a letter corrected. Sometimes I think it’s a good thing I am seeing a councilor

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