Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Day 155-- When you're replaced by the "new girl" at work


There are about 14 different reasons why I hate my job* and this is number #14: Almost every day I come in, there is a shitty surprise waiting for me.  Today's surprise was a new girl.

Now I like new employees, honestly.  New blood refreshes the dynamic of a group, and can be a good excuse to relearn things I'm rusty on.  However, the bright and shininess of the new girl today only mirrored back my morose cynicism about my job.  Don't worry, I tried to hide it well and give her a good first impression.

She's new enough not to notice the ripped up carpets, or the piss-poor rooms for the price, or understands that "sass" from M. is just the beginning of her being a cold-hearted back-stabbing bitch, or has experienced missing out on holidays or Saturday nights or dinner with the person she loves, or having to cancel plans because work won't let her leave on time.  She's new enough to see it all as exciting, not a death trap of her spirits.

Maybe's she's just being 20 and she's only worked for 2 years with this being her fourth job and she lives at home so she only needs money for clothes.  I mean, 23 isn't that much older, but maybe that three extra years and 8* jobs (I'm including the internship, and working at an office for 2 weeks while my burnt foot healed at the coffee shop) has harden me to know the difference between good jobs and bad ones.  And maybe my money going to utilities and the dentists makes working less enjoyable.  I dunno.  Maybe I just really hate the hotel.

I started looking for a new job this morning.  It's a little harder than what it was at the beginning of the summer because now I'm not just looking for a job, I'm looking for one that's going to make me happy to be there.  Out of the 8 jobs, 4 of them were awesome so I know jobs like that do exist. Hope the new girl turns out to be my replacement!

*the other 13 Reasons I Hate My Job
1.) I work Saturday nights
2.) M. is a cold-hearted backstabbing bitch to me
3.) I never get to leave on time
4.) I work at a crappy-looking hotel
5.) I work nearly 9-hour days, plus an hour total commute round-trip to get there. 
6.) I hate being sent to the even crappier hotel, even if it is just to cover their lunch breaks
7.) I hate when they abandon me and make me work by myself.  I like co-workers.
8.) I get shit for taking time off for my grandma's birthday/my cousin's wedding/Thanksgiving
9.) The computers are slower than dial-up and the system is confused and out-dated
10.) I'm STILL waiting for the uniform
11.) My schedule changes every week by huge margins.  Ex. I got off work at 8:30pm tonight; I have to be there at 7am tomorrow.
12.) I don't make enough money
13.) I'm not able to get dental until next September

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Day 154 -- Chipotle and other drugs


Not me
It's November 1st and I woke up this morning in the aftermath of Halloween at the beach, with sand on the floor, empty shot glasses on the table, and one Rainbow Bright costume somewhere in the house.

It was a more mellow Halloween in San Diego than I expected, but a good one.  I had to work all of Saturday night so half of my roommates went downtown, and my boyfriend went to a medical mj event, so by the time I got home I threw on my costume (a sexy book--it's hard to describe) and went to a dying down house party. On Sunday night we had an awesome little Halloween potluck kickback with homemade chili, shrimp fettuccine alfredo, green bean casserole, potato salad with turkey bacon, red wine, pumpkin pie, and Evil Dead 2.  The friends were good, the vibe was good, and Bruce Cambell's hand deserves an Oscar.    

Actual Halloween was rather enjoyable in 73 degree warm weather San Diego.  We all dressed up in our costumes and hit the beach to watch our neighbors surf in their outfits of Jesus, a sexy cowgirl, an escaped prisoner, a knight, an army man, and Nacho Libre.  Jesus kept losing his crown in the waves.  I left for work and returned home around midnight to find my boyfriend puking in our bathroom sink, with one of my roommates trying to fight off nausea in the living room in her Rainbow Bright outfit, and my other roommate trying to tend to her while still in her Sexy Raggedy Ann costume.

This morning was spent trying to remember what the fuck happened last night and cheers to a holiday well spent.

It was my first Tuesday off in over three months and it was damn glorious napping with the bf off and on during the afternoon.  I had to give an answer 'yes' or 'no' to this room I've been pursuing to rent, with the biting hesitation in my stomach more or less telling me what to do.  I love the location, the price, and the idea of having my own closet again, but the people are rather bland and removed, and I just don't want to live in yet another situation of loneliness in a big house.  I texted 'no'.

We went for a long walk through the neighborhood before heading to Chipotle for dinner burritos, and later sat in the parking lot of the grocery store imaging what the people walking by where saying in their heads and which girls have given road head.  The whole thing had us laughing for a good 45 minutes sitting in the car.  

A split pumpkin spice latte later and like typical post-grads we bought $40 worth of sandwiches and breakfast burritos, with the bf pretending not to read about Kim Kardashian's impending divorce in the aisle while I read one of the Christmas cookies magazines.

It was a Netflix night of Man on Wire, which I had to say fooled me with the impeccable reenactments, but was still quite an inspiring movie of passion and beauty.  Damn those French and their ability to make everything a little more glamorous!  

We watched the second half of Love and Other Drugs (not as good as the first half) before calling it a night.  So here I am listening to Rage Against the Machine and contemplating some hot chocolate before another round of looking for (a) different job, and (b) a cool new place to live.  Cheers, and happy November!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Day 153-- Secrets of a Publishing Intern


And so I was standing there in front of the crowd, awkward as hell along with other fresh graduates, with the parents in the seats asking us what we were going to do after college with an English degree.  I wanted to vomit with nerves and inadequacy and when it was my turn to answer the daunting question I said, "I'm moving to the beach.  I'm going to get a great tan and freelance stories and articles.  Mainly get a tan."

The truth was that I was terrified of the future, and in my flimsy cap and gown I wondered how the fuck I was going to make it into world of heels and skyscrapers of book publishing.  That was May.

Flash-forward to October and I was walking around downtown San Diego, wearing a short blue peacoat, with the the latest City Beat in one hand, a Starbucks in the other, my iPod playing some Black Keys in my ears, and I was the intern for the biggest publisher in the city, spending my time there reading manuscripts and doing social media promotion.

It's not always glamorous being an intern, but sometimes, it's the best fucking job in the world. Here are a few secrets of being an intern in the book publishing industry. 

Secret #1.) Don't Dress Better Than Your Boss

I wrote a post earlier this year about Post-College Fashion and was more than excited to wear my pencil skirts, wrap-around shirts, and black heels for my first post-college job.  Well, my boss was more of an old faded mom jeans kind of lady.  Actually, almost everyone was a jean and t-shirt person aside from D--, who used to work at a bigger publisher and wore short heels and a skirt most days.  Needless to say, no one really liked me until the seasons changed and I dropped the heels for ballet flats and  my skirts for nice jeans.  Lesson learned: don't dress better than your boss.

Secret #2.) Publishing internships are hazardous to your health

Publishing internships are not paid, which means you need to bust your ass at a second job to make up the money difference.  With the internship plus a job, I was working a 52-hour week for about a month until I dropped down to 45 hours.  I've fought off colds, bladder infections, a bad diet on the run, and a pissy mood towards people from lack of a break.  Try to take your vitamin pills the moment you're hired.

[Open] Secret #3.)  There isn't money in publishing

On my first day of my internship one of my co-workers flat out told me that there isn't money to be made in publishing.  During my tenure there, we had a pizza party when we actually made profit for the first month in a long time.  Yikes.  Furthermore, they couldn't pay their employees more than 40 hours a week, so if one of them worked a book signing for 4 hours at night, they would have to come in 4 hours later the next day.  One of my co-workers revealed that she only makes $10 an hour, which is a little more than a coffee shop job and the same amount as my front desk job at the hotel.

Secret #4.) Regional publishers have more heart

I worked at a regional press which means their books are more San Diego/Baja themed and they only produce about 6 books a year.  To make up for the lack of funds at the press, my publisher had more heart.  Authors would spend the night at my co-workers' houses to save money on hotels, the book buyers have been friends for decades, we picked up one author at the Mexican border to save him the trouble at the check-points, three of us applied stamps to 400 postcards to bookstore advertising our latest book, and each book produced has to be approved by everyone. People in the book industry truly honestly deeply care about books.  There's no other reason to be in this game 'cause it ain't for the money.

Secret #5.) You have to be an optimist to be in publishing (and have to like ebooks)

As I said, money just isn't really in publishing so you have to be a real optimist to keep going.  Our work office was sort of cubicle-designed with a door in the back that led to a huge warehouse of books.  You really had to believe that those books would sell one day, so part of my job was promoting them via social media, like having Twitter feeds and Facebooks statuses about our books (like trivia or quotes).  Most books signings only sell 2-10 books so you can't be discouraged when you set one up, and every time I walked around the building to tell people to come on in for a signed book, I couldn't be offended when people told me 'no'.  

One of the last projects I did for my internship was to create spreadsheets which included information of all of the independent booksellers in the US so we can send postcards and information to them when we get a new book with the hope they'll order some.  And while everyone in the office more or less hated ebooks because they adore the feel, smell, and sound of an actual book, we had to stay up-to-date turning our books into ebooks.  You need to survive in this industry.  And while pragmatism is absolutely key not to go bankrupt, if you don't have hope, you couldn't be in this business to begin with.

Secret #6.) You will fall deeper in love

After working in publishing, I know for sure now that it's what I want to do for a career.  There is too much of a high when a new book comes in to walk away from this.  I love seeing the design process, and reading the manuscripts before the public gets to read it, and meeting these authors who range from astute professors, to gentlemen of leisure, to nervous half-writers/half-some other job, to funny old men who have some time on their hands and become historians of the region.  Publishing is about making someone else's dream come true--and I can't think of a better job than that. :)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Day 149-- Halloween Caramel Apples recipe


Prologue: 

The best part about the holidays is making food you'd never make for yourself on a boring Wednesday in the middle of June.  Case in point: caramel apples.  These little suckers are fucking delicious and indulgent, and amazing gifts to give to your friends, co-workers, or neighbors (just as long as you keep that extra sprinkles one for yourself).

 
Halloween Caramel Apples

Prep time: 10 minutes
Cook time: in all, 2 hours
Servings: 8

Ingredients:

8 small Granny Smith apples
8 wooden sticks (like skewers or Popsicle sticks)
1 bag of caramels
1 bag of chocolate chips
-toppings options-
*sprinkles
*white chocolate
*M&Ms
*marshmallows
*chopped nuts
*cinnamon
*ect.

Directions:

1.)  It's important to get your toppings ready first and foremost.  Get out little bowls and fill them with your M&Ms, Reeses Pieces, sprinkles, nuts, ect. It's also handy to get out cookie sheets and line with wax paper that you've sprayed with some non-stick oil (like Pam). 

2.) Unwrap the caramels and put in a medium pot on medium heat.  Add two teaspoons of water to help the consistency of the melting caramel and stir occasionally.  Meanwhile, wash your apples and slide in a stick through the tops of each one.  You'll want the stick almost all the way through.

3.) Either dip the apples into the caramel or spoon caramel over the apples until entirely coated aside from the bottoms.  Place on the greased wax paper.

4.) (a) If you are planning to add another coat to the apples, place the caramel apples inside of the refrigerator for 30 minutes to an hour to harden completely. (b) If you are planning on using toppings that are heavier, like candy pieces and marshmallows, wait until the caramel is almost completely hardened before you stick them onto the apple.  I'm horrible impatient and the result are caramel apples with candy pieces that fall down to the bottom of the apple.  Anyway, once you've stuck the pieces to the caramel apple, place the apples back into the refrigerator to harden completely.

5.) Heat up chocolate chips in a small saucepan.  If they consistency is too tough, add a little butter. Dip the caramel apples into the chocolate or drizzle the chocolate on the sides.  This can be done with white chocolate as well.  Wait until the chocolate is almost hardened before adding a coat of sprinkles or nuts.

6.) Once you're done decorating, place the apples back into the refrigerator until you're ready to serve.  They'll need a few minutes to get to room temperature so they can be cut into or bitten into easier.  Enjoy!

Review:  

I've had nothing but good experiences with caramel apples.  They're a bonding dessert in my family, they were center pieces (and treats) for an apple-spice martini party last year in college, and today they were gifts to my publishing house co-workers as a goodbye. They were a hit.  My boss held off until after lunch beofre she started gnawing right into the thing, as did my other co-workers.  The owner of the company said she hadn't had a caramel apple in about 25 years and thoroughly enjoyed the surprise.  Hey, I don't mind trading apples for letters of recommendation!

On a side note, it was my last day as the intern at the publishing house and it felt...good.  Like I've accomplished something I can be proud of.  My next blog post will be more about my internship, but let me say this: I feel at home with books and being a part of the magic behind the scenes is something I truly want to do the rest of my life.  Thank you for believing in me, S--- Publications!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Day 148--Is Halloween the New Christmas?


I read an interesting article today about Halloween being the new Christmas.  According to ABC News:

-- The average American will spend $72.31 on Halloween this year (costume, decorations, candy, ect)
-- 69% of Americans intend to celebrate Halloween
--1/2 of all those celebrating will be decorating their homes.
 --The $72.31 figure is second only to the amount spent on Christmas.

When I was a kid, Halloween was a costume, a pumpkin, and some glass stickers.  In high school, Halloween was dressing up at school and watching a Halloween movie while working on midterm papers.  In college, however, Halloween BLEW UP.

In college you need at least two costumes, decorations for the house, money for booze for the party you're going to, cover for the club you're going to, a pumpkin, and some special Halloween food like pumpkin muffins to go with your pumpkin beer and other odds and ends.  It's looking like post-college has the same agenda and I love it.

Halloween and St. Patrick's Day are my favorite holidays for two really simple reasons: (1) they're extremely easy to participate in (and most people do), and (2) it's spent with friends. I mean, you can buy a 50¢ mask and join in the celebration of Halloween and just wear something green for St. Pat's Day.  There is no pressure of family and their expectations of you and the strain and hurt feelings of presents like with Christmas, or the awkwardness that arises over who's cooking the food as you get with Thanksgiving and Easter, nor is there backlash like you can get with people who hate Valentine's Day or get overly political about The Fourth of July.  
 
St. Pat's Day is great for being drunk and loud and merry.  But Halloween still trumps it with its innate requirement to indulge in your fantasies--and while naughty fantasies are more fun, it doesn't have to be sexual.  You can be whoever you want to be on Halloween that you can't be in real life, like a hippy, or a doctor, or a goth girl, or a cheerleader, or movie star, or bum, or you can dress up as your friend and be them for a night.  

Halloween is all about possibilities and fun and food and celebration for no damn reason.  We ain't trying to shoo away the spirits these days.

So carve a pumpkin, pour some ale, and be someone new for a night!

[Here's the original article]

http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/halloween-christmas-153059277.html

Day 148a--What do when you're 23 without health insurance


Yikes, this entry got hijacked by my bladder.  I had full intentions of writing about Fall Fashion, or reviewing my first metal band show who played at the local bar, or what it was like checking out a cool room I might rent if all goes well.

But instead I have to talk about my life and what's the most pressing and this is it: I'm pretty sure I have a bladder infection.  This is the first time I've needed to see a doctor since graduation so I don't have student health care, and as my mother so clearly pointed out to me, I'm not under her health insurance aside from dental and vision and that's about to expire too.  

So what does a 23 year-old without health insurance do when they need a doctor?  Self-medicate and hope for the best.

Bladder infections can happen for no real particular reason but some factors do compound and I have nearly all the factors listed, like stress levels, dehydration, holding it for too long, sexual intercourse, not doing laundry in time, and not "voiding" completely (who comes up with these words?), and a sugary diet.

According to online doctors, this the best thing I can do is see a doctor for antibiotics.  Well, I don't have hundreds to spend right now on something I can probably fix myself.  The second best option are those minute clinics which would cost $79-89 for a general exam + $15 for a urine sample+ $$$ for pills.  However, for something that might be minor I'd hate to drop that much cash.

So I'm drinking lots of water, I'll buy some cranberry juice tomorrow, and I'm hoping for the best.  They say that if my back starts to hurt and I feel nauseous with a fever and the chills the infection might be turning into a kidney infection, which, untreated, can damage my kidneys.  Well, I felt a fever and the chills yesterday but not today, so here's hoping me not having insurance isn't killing me!

On a side note, I know I've been bashing my mom lately but hear me out on this one.  When the Obama heathcare plan was being debated she was completely against universal healthcare because she thought it would diminish the quality of health care for her and her husband.  Look, that's a valid concern and everything but with Obama's plan they could have still opted for private health care.  Because you know what, it fucking sucks to be sick, need a doctor, and just hoping that you're not damaging your organs because you can't afford an out-of-pocket doctor visit.
Alright, I'm going to finish this cup of water and buy some cranberry juice first thing in the morning.