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Autor:  Crion_dm459

Just a quick little note, as I forgot to announce it sooner:

 

I am now an employee of Penn State University. Apparently, the intervview went as well as we all thought, and that job is MINE!

 

I started last week. So far, so good. . .

Cake or Death!

Autor:  Crion_dm459

Now, onto something that has NOTHING to do with the subject ^_~

 

Note: this is an EXACT copy of my post from my other journal. The "previous post" about the be mentioned was my note that I was going for the interview. Now, back to the post:

If you read the previous post (or have been speaking to me lately), you would know I had my interview at 1pm. Here is the basic lowdown of events:

I arrived in the building at 12:45 and introduced myself. The student employee brought me to who I needed to speak to, and then bounded off to gather the other person needed for the interview. The interview began with a partial tour of the building, and we stopped about 1/4 of the way through to meet everyone for the interview.

At first, they thought they would be too intimidating by sitting across from me. I chuckle, and tell them that will not be an easy task. "After having to stand in front of 100 people who didn't speak English," I began, "and having to address them in Japanese, I think EVERYTHING else is simple." Many laughs ensued from this comment, and we started off with conversing of language skills and working with international students before the real stuff began. . .

They at first asked about my job at the Stevenson Library, and tried the usual "If this happens/happened, what would/did you do?" I passed all of those with flying colors, and I also answered some of their "harder" questions ("What does a student employee have to offer to us? What about problem students/patrons?" etc). I asked a few questions of my own about how things work and how others are set up. Some of my questions had them all thinking, so I think that is a good sign ^_^;

After we finished the interview/questioning session, I was given the full tour of the place, where everything was, how it all worked, etc. I was also introduced to everyone on duty (except one person, who was in a meeting at that time). From everything I have read about how interviews should go, this one ended VERY well.

I was told that I would be told within 1-2 weeks about the decision. When I said "I hope to hear from you soon" to my interviewer, she replied "Oh, you will." I'm taking that as a damned good sign that I am getting the job.

Oh, and the ending time? 2:10pm. I was there for an hour and twenty-five minutes. NEARLY AN HOUR AND A HALF! Let's face it: all the things that make a successful interview (running over, tour, introductions, etc) happened today ^__^

Oddly enough, the more I play through the interview, the more I realize that this is in the bag. No hesitation (unless I placed it there for dramatic effect, like taking a drink between questions), answers that inadvertantly chained to the next question (which, btw, were apparently tailored to me for my experience; they all had sheets with questions to ask), Japanese styled manners and modesty with American confidence, and just overall just a show of experience and skill.

And throughout the interview, they made it sound like it was my first day on the job ("This is where you will be working, here is someone who you will work directly with, that guy is in charge of this, so ask him for that, here's where you will be doing task Y", etc). If I don't get this job, I'll find who got the job and go Dewey Decimal on their Microfilm.
Oh, and the previous quote came from Nick.

Ironically enough, the library has neither of those :-p

Anyway, for now, I am going to get some stuff taken care of, decide what to do for dinner (too excited to cook a major meal), and. . .wait ^__^

Cell's on, so. . .try your luck!

Random thinking

Autor:  Crion_dm459
I had the urge to just update this (since the last post was an overly stressed post from almost 6 months ago), and since I have some time while I am here at work. . .

Things have been picking up a little bit, and it seems to be balancing out. I finally moved into my new apartment (the good side), but my flatmates are rather inconsiderate (the bad side). I have a job for the summer (the good side), and it is a job that I know and know the employees and supervisors (even better side), but we hired new people that I, as senior employee, need to train (the bad side) and clean up the mess left by my co-workers when they get lazy (worse) and complete the projects that only I have the proper training to complete (downright annoying).

The government is trying (again) to revoke my financial aid. I need to go and fight with the office again sometime, and hope that I can have it back so that I can graduate next year. I almost always seem to have a problem with money and women.

Thankfully, at my apartment, I am allowed to cook. In fact, I cook almost all the time (mainly because my flatmates don't know how to cook anything more complicated than cup ramen). This makes me happy since I can finally try to lose weight again (since I'm now back to the 102kg mark; I was up to 106 a month ago. Progress ^.^). This, like everything else this summer, does have a downside: cost. My flatmates are nice people (or at least nice enough). One of them (who moves out tomorrow) actually would help cover the cost of the food. My other flatmate doesn't do too much when it comes to groceries and actually complains when I buy fresh vegetables.

Cooking also brings back a few memories of Japan, of cooking for my friends and having a nice and entertaining dinner. It reminds me of the times I spent experimenting with these same dishes. It reminds me of the travels to the stores for the ingredients. It reminds me of the walks with a certain Panda that always led to my innate feeling of impending doom.
Good times that I wish I could go back to.
Or make new ones.

Now, onto the Otaku News!

An old friend of mine from the game Phantasy Star Online (Version 1, Dreamcast Edition) sent me an email asking me if I had watched Angel Links and Ai Yori Aoshi. If not, he asked if I would be interested in owning them. Here, this guy I've known and emailed with for the past 6 years (next winter marks 7) has some anime and other movies that he no longer wants (since he has no interest in rewatching it), no longer needs (he bought an HDTV and cannot use some of the discs), or has a second copy of (buying the full two season boxed-set will remove the need of season 1, don't you think?), and has offered to send them out to me. w00t! Free Anime! But it didn't end there; he also dropped in a copy of Valkyrie Profile 2. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love mythology; Valkyrie Profile was an excellent game in the first place, and I've heard nothing but good things of the second.

So now I am anxiously awaiting this package.

A few other random notes:
--I plan on watching Hellsing starting this weekend.
--I have a movie night set up with my senpai: Samurai-Jidai based films; mostly directed by Kurosawa Akira.
--I'm waiting for the gift for my "little sister" to arrive so that I may  find a place to hide it beforehand.
--Panda has gotten me hooked on the band "Poets of the Fall." They are an interesting band, and I enjoy most of the songs on the album "Carnival of Rust."
--I'm still waiting to find some Sonata Arctica CDs that won't cost more than some of my nextbooks.
--I love my coffee maker ^___^
--I have started to run games outside of the 'mexx. I currently have one, planning a second for the fall semester, and then I shall begin running random games every month.
--The books for DSA are slowly being released here in English. A shame that they are all the 4th Edition (or was it 3rd? Whichever is newest ^^;). . .
--I've decided to dive back into Science Fiction by looking up the game "Alternity," and I have just begun reading the Core Rulebook to the "Serenity RPG" (based on the movie with the same name which was based from the series "Firefly").
--I went to see Pirates 3 with my senpai and a large group of friends (we took an entire row and a half in the cinema). Yes, I was dressed as a pirate, and that is me in the picture. No, that is decidedly /NOT/ my girlfriend. She is like a younger sister to me, so don't start jumping to conclusions f^_^;

Well, that about sums it up for me. I should get back to work.

Maybe if I write about it. . .

Autor:  Crion_dm459
I learned years ago that if something is  on my mind, I should just write about it. I've done it for years, always in random ways, from writing in stories for absolutely no reason all the way up to the oh-so-terrible rants that I seem to assist in overpopulating the net with.
Sadly, this is to  become one of the latter. I would rather my mother not stumble upon this for the simple fact that there is information here she does not yet know, and I am afraid of what would happen to her mind if she did. That, and no one really reads this; its more personal for me. And the few people that do read this? They are usually friends I trust. . .

This vacation has been horrible, to say the least. The beginning wasn't so bad, but it was bad enough to mention it as the beginning of a bad vacation. I started off the same way I always do: working. But let's rewind for a few days; at the end of Finals Week. I was given the offer some time ago to stay here at my friend's apartment during the vacation, namely because the two people who live here were going to be gone outside of the country to see their "boyfriends," and needed someone to watch over their cat. Thus my job.
The idea itself isn't bad, but the way it started was.
For starters, the girl who was still here is a real...how can I say it..."border-line whore" is the closest thing I can come up with. She had a boyfriend in Toronto, had a "sort-of-breakup" in November, and started having a physical-based relationship by the end of that day. Its...disgusting, how she seems to plan her breakups around the guys that want to date her.
Well, my first 3 days here were spent with her and this new boyfriend. So, sleeping in a really small room (almost the size of my old walk-in closet, which I don't mind so much) while they are having sex in the room next door. . .a room that I would have to walk through to get to the bathroom or just to leave. . .
Now, I don't know if any of you find it annoying, but I do after a while. With the nature of this girl and the fact that everyone in my roleplaying group has that person of their dreams with them, I get frustrated with people in relationships, that close-minded desire to always be with their person of choice. . .

Let's just say the first 3 days were an annoying blur of movies, them making out on the sofa, having sex in their room and essentially locking me away from the bathroom and/or kitchen (depending on where I was), and packing up for them.
Thankfully, they were gone and I started work. Not too bad of an idea; I used to enjoy my job for times like this. And it was worth it on the first day. Then I was given the most annoying project of organizing the microfilm and creating a master index. 40+ pages of information to create and type. Bah. . .
The first weekend hits, and life seemed good. Sorta. . .
The first weekend off of work was the beginning of our week long vacation for Christmas. It was decided for me that I was to go home, spend time with the family, and visit my ailing grandmother.
Spending Christmas in the hospital is never on my list of things to do, and now it is something that I wish I never have to do again (even if its working there). Yeah. . .I went to see my grandmother while she was in a terrible state. She didn't know where she was at times, and she didn't speak to any of her grandchildren; just a select few of her own children. When we were having group conversations, she would ask at random what we were talking about. Apparently, it was really bad; I've never seen my grandmother in that bad of shape. But everyone said that she was getting better, but we all knew deep down that she was not going to be leaving the hospital.
I returned back to the apartment to continue my solitude. Seriously. The apartment was housing only myself and the cat. My friends from all over the globe (whether from America, Japan, Korea, or scattered across Europe) were not online very much to speak to, nor did I have a phone to call them. The city in which I live for school was also extremely empty; nearly every college student went to their respective "homes." Only a few of them remained, and I seldom speak to them for reasons beyond my control. So, therefore, I continued my solitary confinement and began to play video games and read more books. . .
New Years rolls around. The clock strikes 12, and I never even knew. This area does nothing for the holidays since no one is here. And since I did not have television, I could not watch the news or whatever to see the countdown. I didn't even know it was the new year until 15 minutes into it.
And people complain that they didn't have anyone to kiss. . .I didn't even have someone to remind me that it was midnight. . .
I talked to some people on the first; the only highlight for me.
I went back to work on the second, continuing my project but not having the mindset for it.
The same with the third; I went to work and came back.
I came home to receive the news that my Grandmother passed away. . .

This doesn't bother me nearly as much as what everyone thinks. I am greatly familiar with death, almost to the point where I know him on a first name basis (yes, I have discerned death is a "he," long story), but that still didn't help cut the sorrow of the loss. I mean. . .this is a woman that I have childhood memories of, that always made sure that I had new shoes for school and that my favorite magazine subscription wouldn't expire. She did everything she could as a grandmother, from the usual bake cookies and whatnot at the holidays (even though she couldn't eat certain things, she was still a damned great cook) to . . . everything, actually. So her loss weighs heavily upon me, especially since I feel like a terrible person for not seeing her as often as I should have, always letting work and school get in the way.
But this doesn't affect me that much; I know I'll be fine soon. I am more worried about my mother. . .

The day of the funeral was truly a tough day for the family.
First, I went shopping with my sister so she can buy the clothing she needed for the funeral  service. While we were talking, she admitted her diagnosis to me: the doctor believes that she has a minor case of cervical cancer, and needs to undergo an operation. She is young and can more than likely survive the operation, but the fact that she will be unable to work or anything puts a strain upon an already tight family budget, along with the strain on an already stressed-out family.
I then received word that my brother was in a car accident while on his way to get back to my mother. It was not his (or the driver's) fault; they hydroplaned and wrecked the car. Somehow, both of them turned out ok, but my brother was shaken up pretty badly.
My brother has also taken everything especially hard. He has been working overtime to the extreme to be able to pay for the bills in the house. Essentially, after my mother lost her job, he was the one paying for everything in the house. He also had a great deal of problems that causes me to worry about him. One of which is that a girl he had feelings toward was found dead, assumed to have committed suicide. In reality, the police believe that there was foul play; that she was killed by the man she was with. He has taken that pretty badly, especially since it came rather close to the anniversary of our father's death. So now the entire family is keeping and eye on him, just in case. . .
My younger sister, as always, is  being a painful burden on the family, and this event was no exception. I won't go into details. . .

We went to the funeral; a nearly 3 hour drive by car. I would rather have not met some of the family again, and some of the family I never met I am indifferent on. Besides, most not only didn't know me, but many didn't even see me there if they did know me. But it still had to go on. . .
What drove the family mad was the lack of respect. Some of the younger generation brough their cell phones with them (like most of us did). But they didn't  turn them off. . .
So, during the service, no less than 3 cellphones were ringing; one of which was a vulgar rap ringtone (literally, vulgar words; my grandmother hated rape I might add), and he took the phone to the room next to it and started talking, loudly. He was the first, the other two just never turned their's off. My mother, of course, was in tears over this. Rightfully so. . .
We then went back to my grandmother's apartment to pack some important things. Of course, all hell broke loose: one of my uncles took all of the cards addressed to the family instead of bringing them to the apartment where everyone was. Some of the cousins wanting to take almost everything, and my greedy uncle (who received tens of thousands of dollars from my grandfather's death) wanted to have first call on everything he wanted. There was also drinking and smoking, two things that should NEVER have occured in the building. . .
The family was a total wreck. They went from mourning to. . .I'd rather not say; that is rather rude even for me.
The entire time home, the 2 nights I stayed there, I believe I had a total of 6 hours of sleep, which is low even for me.

There should be a note as to why I worry for my family: my family has a long line of depression. I worry for my mother, who has refused to hold a steady job since my grandmother became ill. I worry for my younger sister, who is in a rather bad relationship and is having her second child (and most of us question as to who the father is), who is letting her depression kick in by only sitting around the house and causing problems for everyone around her because of the way she feels. I worry for my brother, with all of the things that have happened to him. I worry for my sister, for her surgery and her current situation. . .

I know I shouldn't worry over things I cannot control, but I cannot help it. I don't  have much contact with my family, but I am uncertain what would happen if I were to lose them.


I was hoping to continue my solitary living, but that didn't work; my friend has just returned with the new guy, and they are already going at it since last night. Especially with the drinking, the making out, and overall being rude and keeping me up all night, knowing that I had to be awake at 6am to prepare for work.
And to think. . .I get to do this all week. . .
I just hope things pick up. This vacation sucks. . .

--I have spent more time in this apartment in three weeks than I have in my dormitory all semester.
--I have spent more time in a car than I have spent at a week of work.
--I have spent more time truly alone than I have in the past year.

I really need to see what it is I am doing wrong and fix it. . .but am I doing something wrong?
The world may never know. . .


Do I feel better now that I wrote this? A bit. . .it was distracting at the very least.
But now I need to prepare for work. Bah. . .

Fixed

Autor:  Crion_dm459
Hallo!

I think I have  it all fixed up now. The financial aid problem here at school is fixed, so I can dedicate some time to school work itself.
Which means I may have the ability to put some time to real work. . .
Like writing new fanfics.

I'll need a few weeks to get back on track. Hopefully, by the end of this month, I should be back on track.
I say the end of this month because I have 2 papers that I need to write and a speech to deliver within the next 2-3 weeks, so . . .

Wish me luck!

The current update. . .

Autor:  Crion_dm459

As a note, this is what has been taking up all of my time. This is my reason for not being on the RPGs, writing any new fanfics (and I now have plenty of ideas...two of them have book potential...but not enough time to get started), or talking to anyone via Skype.
First, I would like to apologize to you all. For those who have had me snap at them in the forums, "ignore" them for some time, or just never getting around to responding, I am sorry.

Now onto the story...

A few weeks ago, I recieved an email from the international office here at my university. They claimed that they did not know how my courses were to correspond with my major, and did not know how to use them to assist with my graduation. So, I spoke with my department chair (the man who runs the whole English department, who helped get me to Japan in the first place) and he sent an email in return, and both sides said that everything was taken care of. . .

And then it went downhill.

My mother recieved a letter from my university almost a week later. A letter that contained a bill for over six thousand U.S. Dollars. this did not make sense to me, since the government and my personal loans should have paid for everything, not leave me with a bill that is equal to the tuition for the semester.

I spoke to a few employees in the offices, and discovered the problem: the courses from my year in Japan did not carry over, and each course was considered "incomplete." This essentially means that an entire year of courses was not counted for me at all. Until this mishap is corrected, I do not recieve any financial assistance from the government, nor do I receive any of my loans from the government either.

So, I go to the offices once again, and begin to cause problems for them until the began to fix things. They claimed that they sent everything to another office, which claimed they sent it to another office, which claimed. . .

You get the picture.

So, after running around the university, to three seperate buildings and five offices later, I finally received a straight answer (almost): my information became lost in one of the offices, and the employees there had to wait until their supervisor got back to them.

. . .

Its a miracle I didn't murder somebody up to this point. But it gets even better.
I discovered that because of my job before I left (and the income from that), the lack of a job during my year abroad, my late paperwork because of my year abroad, my sister no longer being in school, my brother and his job(s?), my sister and her nursing job, and the raise that my mother received at her job, I had another one thousand five hundred dollars revoked from my financial assistance. This is due to the government believing that the family made too much money this year. Which therefore means that after my other aid finally does clear (whenever it clears. . .), I will still owe the school money that I do not have.

Why?

They are asking for somewhere between six hundred and seven hundred USDs. My mother lost her job before I returned from Japan, and therefore cannot assist me. My brother does not have much money of his own since he lost one of his jobs, and is preparing to go to school for next spring (maybe even next fall). My sister lost her job and is preparing to move out, which is taxing my mother very greatly bother physically and mentally (and of course, costing her a great deal of money to help her in the process). I am working the only job I am able/allowed to work, which is just like any other job for those of us without a college degree or the time needed for a "real" job: a dead end desk job at the library, making minimum wage.
Therefore, I cannot receive assistance from home. My own job would take me nearly 14 weeks of working, without spending ANY money at all, in order to pay for one semester (which is less than 4 months long, with holidays). Additionally, because of my lack of a job during the past year, I cannot take another loan to pay for school.

. . .

I have spent days asking around with professors, advisors, department chairs, and I have been working my way up the ladder, and all are saying the same thing:
"You're screwed."
I basically need to find some way to earn this money within the next two weeks. If I do not, I will not be allowed to register for my classes for the next semester. Without registration, I am not longer a student. If I am not longer a student, I technically "dropped out" of school, which therefore means that I need to start paying for my student loans almost immediately. Meaning the current fifteen-thousand dollar debt will land upon my unemployed head.
Great. . .

As you can see, I have been greatly stressed by this, and this doesn't include my classes! The workload I have makes me start at 7am (and usually, I am awake and doing something around 6am), and I usually do not return to my room to "relax" (aka: sit down, do more homework, and then sleep) until almost midnight. I may only do that twice a week (on Fridays, I just say screw it and take the night off), but my two "days off" are spent either here at the library, working, or spent tutoring foreign students, or just spent doing my homework, which usually consists of reading for my speech course, writing speeches, writing papers, reading the bible, reading Greek Mythology, reading classic British Literature, reading classic American Literature, reading books about computer programming, and writing programs for said course. This also doesn't include my "special" assignments, like my journal for Core Texts, my term papers, my portfolios, my exams, my twice a week quizzes, or any of the other aspects of my life. . .

So yes...I have been busy.
I apologize for ignoring you all, but. . .
At this moment, I am not even sure if I will be allowed to attend school any longer.

Wish me luck . . .