My father donated plasma when I was about six, which is why it came to mind... of course it was a lot more humiliating for him, as he was in his mid thirties with a family and we were so desperate for money that he turned to desperate things. (I've learnt a lot about weird, especially temporary, jobs from my father, whose willingness to do whatever it takes to keep his family safe and fed kind of awes me -- scientific studies, delivering phone books, selling promotional crap on street corners... the older I get the angrier I get -- he has a freaking MASTER'S DEGREE! Which he bloody well earned by being intelligent and hard-working! Quit screwing him over, universe of employment!)
Looked on Boston Craigslist, and the job market is definitely better than in my town, especially in the ratio of "jobs available" to "jobs I can/will actually do" (here, there's a lot of factory work, some fast food but not much, esp. as two restaurants just burnt down in May, so everyone from there needed new jobs, some educational stuff I'm not qualified for, et cetera). Sure, everything's wicked expensive, but I'd be living with people (I hope) who would supply me with basic food, and big cities have better opportunities for purchasing inexpensive local food and things like that. (OR TRADER JOE'S OH GOD I HOW I MISS YOU. Dad tells me it is also an excellent place to work for, so that's high on my list if Susu's doesn't work out. Panera is apparently quite good also? My father also mentioned that as crazy as it sounds, applying for a Panera job with a short essay on how much I love it and how we always scramble to find one when we're in a city because we just love and miss the cinnamon bagels THAT MUCH -- anyway, that this would actually maybe help? I dunno, he's worked a lot of jobs, so I reckon he'd know... Think outside the box, self. You're pretty good at doing that for a lot of mundane things -- now work at the really important stuff.)
My father has offered to teach me to drive as soon as we have the third car, so that should be good. Dad can get very cross and impatient, but he's a pretty good teacher-of-stuff. He may also make me bribe him with baked goods, though. Or demand them after the fact. I'm sure there are empty parking lots somewhere, though I can't think of one just now. Um... what about supermarkets and things? Some of ours are twenty-four hours, but not all of them -- do the parking lots clear out after hours? Oh well, I suppose he'll have the solutions for that.
asjshg donating my insides. :/ I'm really glad I've had blood drawn once -- when I was being diagnosed with depression they did blood tests to see if I had any medical issues that might be exacerbating it; I was clean, but blimey, I spent like two weeks dreading the taking of my blood! It wasn't so bad, though, and I don't remember feeling especially bad afterwards... of course plasma is a little different, but. *shrugs* Honestly, I'd rather a bit of pain than work a dour sort of job for a few months.
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Date: 2009-08-06 05:33 pm (UTC)Looked on Boston Craigslist, and the job market is definitely better than in my town, especially in the ratio of "jobs available" to "jobs I can/will actually do" (here, there's a lot of factory work, some fast food but not much, esp. as two restaurants just burnt down in May, so everyone from there needed new jobs, some educational stuff I'm not qualified for, et cetera). Sure, everything's wicked expensive, but I'd be living with people (I hope) who would supply me with basic food, and big cities have better opportunities for purchasing inexpensive local food and things like that. (OR TRADER JOE'S OH GOD I HOW I MISS YOU. Dad tells me it is also an excellent place to work for, so that's high on my list if Susu's doesn't work out. Panera is apparently quite good also? My father also mentioned that as crazy as it sounds, applying for a Panera job with a short essay on how much I love it and how we always scramble to find one when we're in a city because we just love and miss the cinnamon bagels THAT MUCH -- anyway, that this would actually maybe help? I dunno, he's worked a lot of jobs, so I reckon he'd know... Think outside the box, self. You're pretty good at doing that for a lot of mundane things -- now work at the really important stuff.)
My father has offered to teach me to drive as soon as we have the third car, so that should be good. Dad can get very cross and impatient, but he's a pretty good teacher-of-stuff. He may also make me bribe him with baked goods, though. Or demand them after the fact. I'm sure there are empty parking lots somewhere, though I can't think of one just now. Um... what about supermarkets and things? Some of ours are twenty-four hours, but not all of them -- do the parking lots clear out after hours? Oh well, I suppose he'll have the solutions for that.
asjshg donating my insides. :/ I'm really glad I've had blood drawn once -- when I was being diagnosed with depression they did blood tests to see if I had any medical issues that might be exacerbating it; I was clean, but blimey, I spent like two weeks dreading the taking of my blood! It wasn't so bad, though, and I don't remember feeling especially bad afterwards... of course plasma is a little different, but. *shrugs* Honestly, I'd rather a bit of pain than work a dour sort of job for a few months.
Being a grown-up is so weird.