I hate plastic bags.

I utterly despise them. They are ubiquitous and take up stupid amounts of space. You throw them away and the next thing you know they're flying around town thinking they're like that bag on American Beauty. It's not beautiful at all. It's garbage. Use these for shopping instead.

Mike's house has 3 drawers full of them which drove me to think of ways to get rid of them. Good for smothering and small bins, but you only need a few for that. I remembered awhile back, BUST mag had an article on crocheting a bag out of plastic bags. Brilliant. So I searched and searched online for stuff to make, but mostly it was plastic bags and scrubbing sponges, mostly. Alright, fine, let's make a bag. I grabbed all the orange Sainsbury's bags I could find and started cutting them up. I made the "yarn" and started making a circle. As the circle grew, I thought, "Hang on a minute...orange round ball...October...Halloween....pumpkin!"

So, as we speak, I am designing a jack-o-lantern to be crocheted out of plastic bags. I hope it works! Then I can post it on Ravelry and be cool.

lates.

ps. I didn't get the job. After 3 (count 'em, THREE) interviews, I got rejected for someone else. I probably looked too young and smiled too much. Damn this Asian face!

Bumming Around.

Ok, fine fine, I'm going to write something after like, a year. Only because I am incredibly depressed and bored right now and I've watched all the Daily Show episodes on the Comedy Central website. And my mom told me to. I am sitting in my boyfriend's rented room in a house in London eating Campbell's Potato and Leek soup directly out of the pot. This is the Jenni way of eating soup--less to wash up!

I had a job interview today for a volunteer position providing support for people with learning disabilities. It sounded pretty sweet. I'd offer low level support for a group of 9 people living in different flats, and I'd get my own free flat so I could live near them. I've worked with people with learning disabilities in Japan before and I loved it. Fave school, way better than my regular school.

So anyways, yeah, I was pretty psyched when they called me up for the first round interview and even staged a mock interview yesterday with Mike's housemate Mark who does this sort of thing on a regular basis. I managed to pull some pretty good shit out o' my ass, and went to bed feeling pretty confident about my skillz. Wake up early in the morn to a rainy day, but it's not so bad. A new awesome song pops up on my Pandora--sweet! Perfect to walk to the tube station to. I get there with 30 min to spare and show up with a smile. I'm led into a room with three interviewers: two network managers and one network member, a gentleman with a learning disability. I'm sure he'll like me! So the interview starts and they're just reading questions off this packet that each of them have. It's a bit difficult to hear, and I'm wondering if it's b/c of their English accent or my tinnitus. I think the first guy says that I should include examples from my past work in my questions. So what do I do? Completely disregard this, and just answer all their hypothetical questions to the best of my ability, not supporting any statement at all with past accomplishments. I thought I was doing quite well though. Voice not shaking, body language positive, but not aggressive, keeping "uhhh"s to a minimum, thoughtful answers. I look over the the gentleman with the learning disability's paper--it looks like there's some sort of scale made up of five stars...and it looks like he's circling the first one on his left...Oh Snap! Doesn't that mean like 1 out of 5? The worst out of the best? WTF am I doing wrong? I'm not speaking fast--I'm Californian, ex-stoner.

The interview ends quickly, like 10 minutes maybe. No one asked me what I've accomplished, what my strong points are, what motivates me, if I was stuck on a deserted island, what 3 things would I take and why? They ask me if I have any questions and I ask 2: What's the status of the members in the local community and how long has it been around? Then I draw a blank b/c of my shock at how short the interview was and did I say something wrong? and say, "No further questions, your honor." They said they'd call if I make it to the second round. They might call today, they might call tomorrow, they won't call if I don't make it. Assholes. I fucking hate that. They haven't called today and it's 5:40pm. Maybe tomorrow? I'm kicking myself, but I'm also confused.

Oh well, I'm out of soup. Time to go to Stich n Bitch in Angel.

Lates.