Tinderella

My hot topic of today is the infamous Tinder. For those of you who are unaware of what Tinder is, it’s either because you’re too old, or you’re happily in a relationship, since I am neither, I am shamefully/shamelessly a Tinder user. Tinder is a free dating app available on your phone. Tinder works by selecting a few of your Facebook photos, creating a short bio, and showing you ‘singles’ in your area. You are able to select an age range you are interested in and set your distance to show you people up to 160km away. Now I know your probably wondering what is the creep to normal person ratio? Its about 6:1, maybe even higher. The app works anonymously so you don’t have to worry about turning down the weirdos, you simply swipe the profile to the left if your not interested, and swipe right if you are. Once you and someone have mutually liked one another, you are seen as a Match, and have the option to chat. Now lets be clear, I am not on Tinder looking for love, but it is quiet entertaining. For example, Tinder has tried to match me with the likes of:

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And then there are some people who decide to Tinder drunk, or at least I really hope he was:

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And then the scum of the Earth come around,

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All in all, Tinder is a great time waster. But from my experience, do NOT leave your Tinder open around your friends because they WILL change your profile settings and make you appear as a Male looking for other Males. Its happened, I thought I broke the app before realizing someone had tampered with it.

Satan’s Spawn is my Roommate

In honour of my first Throwback Thursday, I thought I would entertain you all with a topic that everyone deals with, Roommate Drama. Now everyone has their own issues with roommates while living in student housing, but I thought mine is pretty unique and well RIDICULOUS. The story begins at the beginning of last summer, when I decided to break up with my boyfriend of 4.5 years. As break ups are concerned, it was very civil and I left the situation feeling very happy about my decision. As summer wound down to the end, I was looking forward to going back to school in Toronto and moving back in to my student house. The day after I moved back in, my roommate, who I now call Satan’s Spawn, whom I had lived with for 3 years, approaches me and says that we need to have an awkward conversation. She proceeds to tell me that over the summer break she has kept in contact with my ex, who my friends and I call Voldemort (Mom if your reading this Voldemort is the bad guy in Harry Potter), and they have now started dating. So, in complete and utter shock I politely ask her to leave my room so I can have time to think about this situation that is now my life. First off, WTF, secondly, ARE YOU KIDDING ME, third, HOW DARE YOU. Am I right? I took a few days to vent to my friends and family about how two of the world’s worst people are now together, and how I have to live smack dab in the middle of that situation. When I say we are roommates, we literally share a wall between our rooms so I can hear them giggle on the phone together (gag). I took a few days, and decided that she didn’t deserve any face time with me, so I wrote her a letter outlining obvious details such as: she’s horrible, he’s horrible, they belong together, don’t ever talk to me again, and that I will be civil and not burn down her room for the sake of the household.

Its now been seven months of this hellish living situation, but its almost over. Your probably wondering, has Voldemort dared to step inside this house? Have I seen them together? The answer is no, but for future notice, if I blog about beating up a guy, it’ll be him.

PS, found out they had hooked up while we were still dating

PPS, Still unemployed, also single?

 

Get me OUT of Here

As previously mentioned in my last post, I was invited back for a second interview the following day. Originally I thought I had applied for a receptionist job at a marketing firm, and it ended up being a sales position for a marketing company. Due to my current state of unemployment, I thought I was not in a position to turn away any opportunities, so I went. The second interview was to be conducted at the end of the day after spending a few hours job shadowing, I figured we would be attending some appointments with businesses and potential clients etc. PSYCH, was I ever wrong. To my immediate disgruntled surprise, I was now spending the day shadowing a door-to-door salesman. In freezing temperatures (and snow), I followed this salesman around listening to him pitch to seniors and any other unlucky folk who happened to be home, and stupid enough to answer their door midday. The whole time while making conversation with this man I was thinking HOW AM I GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS. Halfway through the day he tells me there will be a quiz at the end of our time together and that I should start memorizing some keys point, this is where out of pure frustration and frozen-ness I said that I was no longer interested in the position and that I had no idea what the position actually entailed, being the worlds most annoying human. We said our awkward goodbyes and I thanked him for the great experience of the day anyway. In summary, I learned that I need to ask what the job is before I agree to interview for it, and that I am still unemployed.

Interview 2.0

Yesterday I went on my second interview of my summer job hunt. Usually I’d like to think I’m prepared physically and mentally, geographically on the other hand is my issue. I arrive early as all professional young know-it-all’s do, and I decide not to regard the name of the building I’m entering. For fifteen minutes I wander aimlessly around this building looking for suite 330, which at this point is invisible. As I leave the building frustrated I pass by a room titled Recreation Room and see seniors asleep in front of a television. Unknowingly I had been searching for my entry level marketing job interview in a retirement home. As if the token smell of old people and seniors in walkers had not given it away sooner. Surprisingly, the interview went well and I was asked back for a second. But, I am still unemployed.

Interview Mishap

For my first post ever I thought I would start with an embarrassing story, what better way to introduce myself to the blogging world than that. Recently, I had an interview with a high end retail store in downtown Toronto. While securing this interview on the phone I decided to ‘memorize’ all of the directions instead of write them down which where in lies my issue. On that lovely Saturday morning I arrived at the office, rode up the escalator and proceeded into the elevator to go to the fifth floor. On my ride up, the elevator stops between floors, with pre interview nerves already in place this wasn’t a great start to my morning. I embarrassingly call my potential future employer and tell him Im stuck in the elevator, he tells me that I have gone into an elevator that  I needed security clearance to be in, and that he will try to get me out. One minute later I arrive at floor five and meet my potential boss, who does not crack a smile at my embarrassing first impression and proceeds straight to the interview. Believe it or not, the interview did go well, and I was invited back for a second where I then joked about taking the stairs next time, to which he once again did not crack a smile. I didn’t get the job. I am still unemployed.