Location, location, location
Well, isn't life strange? I had a weird sort of morning. I forced myself out of bed at around 9:30-10am and went to walk Tola, my aunt's dog. When I returned home, I sat and chilled, attempting to watch the new "Indiana Jones" movie. It became clear to me after a mere 5 minutes why I never watched Indiana Jones movies before. It looked like an ancient film (I'm sure it was artistically meant to be so) and it looked not very interesting so I stopped. I said "fuck it, I want a simple stupid comedy, please" and turned to "What Happened In Vegas". After about a minute I felt guilty for watching it without my sister, I had promised her we'd watch this together. So I stopped.
At some point my mum called. Being my absolute usual self, I asked her if she was checking that I had indeed woken up and walked the dog and she became very snippy and bitchy with me, said "goodbye, Yaara" and hung up on me. I stared at the phone in amazement, dazed and not entirely grasping what had happened to her. I tried to call her back but she seemed to get the hang of screening calls so she sent me straight to voicemail. Hurt and irritated, I went to distraction. Edward. I started re-reading "Twilight". To my shock, once again, I found I'm more than capable of re-reading this soon after just finishing it, without getting bored. All I cared about was getting to the good stuff about Edward. It went smoothly so, and I've noticed a lot of stuff I missed the first time around.
After reading about 3 chapters of that, I decided to get up and do something useful. I googled for job-agencies and got to some site at the top of the search. I went in and started browsing jobs, firing my lame-written CV to anything that looked remotedly fitting.
I was doing that for about 5 minutes when my cellphone went off. I glared at the screen, it said "private" which usually either meant the army or someone not interested in me calling them back. I answered unwillingly, pretty sure it's the gay dude from Sunday's job interview calling to hassle me again (my parents made the decision about THAT job so much easier, they don't like the area it's located at so they dismissed it at once, agreeing about something for a change. Relieved, I latched onto that. I really didn't want that job. Doesn't matter how tempting the salary sounds). To my surprise, a girl called Jenny with a Russian accent was on the other end, muttering something about what kind of job I was after. Stunned, I gave it a go and gave her my details as well as what I was after. I figured giving her my ID number wouldn't be such a disaster, even if she WERE a kidnapper. She went over several jobs that sounded not too shabby, including a saleswoman position at Yediut Aharonot (my daily newspaper of choice) in Tel Aviv, right near the Kyria where I served, and a job at Pelephone, a cellphone company, that is located right here in Givatayim, too close to the Givatayim mall. And then it hit me, location does matter. If I'm going to put myself through the sufferings of a boring job, it might as well be easy to get to. I wasn't going to take 2 buses for anyone. Pelephone is a walking distance from home and Yediut Aharonot is easily accessible. Hopefully one of those two comes through. They sound good enough for me. Jenny had promised she'll call me back later. She didn't give me much useful detail in which I can call HER back (still unsure on whether she got to me from that site or otherwise) or how I can call these companies myself. So I was kind of left hanging. But man, it was all too weird.
At some point my mum called. Being my absolute usual self, I asked her if she was checking that I had indeed woken up and walked the dog and she became very snippy and bitchy with me, said "goodbye, Yaara" and hung up on me. I stared at the phone in amazement, dazed and not entirely grasping what had happened to her. I tried to call her back but she seemed to get the hang of screening calls so she sent me straight to voicemail. Hurt and irritated, I went to distraction. Edward. I started re-reading "Twilight". To my shock, once again, I found I'm more than capable of re-reading this soon after just finishing it, without getting bored. All I cared about was getting to the good stuff about Edward. It went smoothly so, and I've noticed a lot of stuff I missed the first time around.
After reading about 3 chapters of that, I decided to get up and do something useful. I googled for job-agencies and got to some site at the top of the search. I went in and started browsing jobs, firing my lame-written CV to anything that looked remotedly fitting.
I was doing that for about 5 minutes when my cellphone went off. I glared at the screen, it said "private" which usually either meant the army or someone not interested in me calling them back. I answered unwillingly, pretty sure it's the gay dude from Sunday's job interview calling to hassle me again (my parents made the decision about THAT job so much easier, they don't like the area it's located at so they dismissed it at once, agreeing about something for a change. Relieved, I latched onto that. I really didn't want that job. Doesn't matter how tempting the salary sounds). To my surprise, a girl called Jenny with a Russian accent was on the other end, muttering something about what kind of job I was after. Stunned, I gave it a go and gave her my details as well as what I was after. I figured giving her my ID number wouldn't be such a disaster, even if she WERE a kidnapper. She went over several jobs that sounded not too shabby, including a saleswoman position at Yediut Aharonot (my daily newspaper of choice) in Tel Aviv, right near the Kyria where I served, and a job at Pelephone, a cellphone company, that is located right here in Givatayim, too close to the Givatayim mall. And then it hit me, location does matter. If I'm going to put myself through the sufferings of a boring job, it might as well be easy to get to. I wasn't going to take 2 buses for anyone. Pelephone is a walking distance from home and Yediut Aharonot is easily accessible. Hopefully one of those two comes through. They sound good enough for me. Jenny had promised she'll call me back later. She didn't give me much useful detail in which I can call HER back (still unsure on whether she got to me from that site or otherwise) or how I can call these companies myself. So I was kind of left hanging. But man, it was all too weird.
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