PSA on sending your resume to get a job

The Friendly Boss and I are in charge of hiring a student for a 6 weeks student job, we've put 2 ads on the Internet on some job searching places for students and have been getting resume by email. (that's the way we asked the candidate to contact us) The job description is clear, it's a great opportunity for a student. Now, with my PSA.

First, if your cover letter has a lot of spelling errors, the person who's going to read the email will roll her eyes. But damn it, the worse is sending your resume in a Microsoft Publisher file. Damn it, send your resume on a Word document. I don't have publisher, not everyone has access to this program. Use a very commonly use format like W-O-R-D. I had a soft spot for the candidate because she's obviously pretty young, so I emailed her back, asking her very nicely to send me back her resume in a Word document explaining that The Parish doesn't have Publisher and that we can't open her Resume.

So the fun is starting, we'll do interviews in 2 weeks I think. The Friendly Boss and I still need to discuss it but that seems good for me.

We just want a college/university level student interested in being at the church full time for the visitors and do tours and talk to the visitors/tourist about the Parish's and the area's history. We want someone smart, outgoing, mature, interested in history and good with the public.

Please, pray that it works and that we'll make the correct choice this year. Even if school was started for me I couldn't have the job because when you are on the church council (elected) you can never be paid or receive money, it would be a conflict of interest. I love my volunteer position at The Parish and I prefer to give my time for the Church for free. That's my gift of faith to this community.

It's a heartache

That's what I'm listening at the moment. It's a Bonnie Tyler song.

It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down

It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown

It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him till your arms break
Then he lets you down

It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on you

It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down

It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown

[Instrumental Interlude]

It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on you

Oh, it's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him till your arms break
Then he lets you down

It's a fools game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
It's a heartache
Love him till your arms break
Then he lets you down
It's a fools game
Standing in the cold rain...

I got up pretty late today but I have a good excuse. The Young Priest and I went for a coffee yesterday, we met actually quite late (8 PM ish) because he had to attend a practice for a wedding he was doing today, and after the coffee, we stopped at the grocery store and he offered to watch a movie. We rented Untraceable, it was good but fucked up. How can people be that mean? How can human being be so evil? I was delinquent and stayed online until 3 AM.


Today? I cleaned and washed the outside windows. Man, that was fun. I thought I did a great job but I looked at them with the sun down and it's full of streaks. Fuck it, I don't know if I'll be courageous enough to do it again tomorrow.

Yesterday I called Baby Sister who's oversea, it was the first time I spoke to her since she left and it was nice.

I decided not to go to mass this evening because of the priest who was celebrating. I mean, I wish I could say more but it wouldn't be OK of me to discuss this specific person. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe I'll go tomorrow, maybe not. It's hard to be very involved in a parish where you get to know the real side of everyone. It sucks and It's hard to see people who don't practice what they preach. It just makes this girl not want to attend church. I'm not perfect but I practice what I preach. Hazelnut, does it make any sense to you? Do you see the same sometimes in your parish? Anyone else?

Thursday Thirteen

It's been many weeks without my participation in the Thursday Thirteen. It's the grand retour tonight. I'm back.

13 randoms things from the last week.

1- Baby sister got married this past Saturday. Perfect weather, perfect bride and groom.

2- At the wedding the crazy relatives were ignored by this girl. Fuck 'em I didn't let them ruin my time.

3- I have not been to mass in the past few weeks. I wish I could go, I need the peace but some stuff at The Parish are making me mad. You know, practice what you preach and all that jazz. It's hard to see people who should be witness of Christ act like total assholes. It's worse when they are ordained minister or mandated by the diocese.

4- I've been praying. Not attending but praying. Next step, get my butt to mass this next Saturday.

5- The Friendly Boss and I picked up the Parish's new computer. It was given to us by a college. It's going to suit our need. It's inside of my living room and I'm going to work on our datas from this puter.

6. I gave The Friendly Boss his laptop back this morning.

7- I called The New Blogger at 11h20 and asked her if I could join her and the kiddos for lunch. It was nice...

8- I mailed a package to an online friend in the states. Someone's going to enjoy treats soon.

9- I have cried a lot in the past days, thinking of lots of stuff. Sometimes we need perspective and the opinion of someone. I had it this morning, damn it, it helped me get better in my own head.

10- Still nothing from the program I'm waiting at the college. I'm still unemployed and waiting.

11- I've been listening to a song all evening, it's called " Mon coeur n'est pas un numéro" from Quebec singer Marie-Élaine Thibert. It's awesome.

12. I worked on putting ads for a summer job for a student at The Parish. We'll hire someone for 6 weeks this summer as a guide for people to tour our church.

13- I am working on a letter from The Parish addressing some unethical financial matters with the Diocese. (they are charging us a fucked up amount of money and it needs to be slowed down) I'll try to be good. I'm usually very good at argumentation. Are you surprised???

Tagged, I'm it!

a. Link to the person who tagged you. That's Julia over at ... A piece of My Mind
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

1. When people hear me speak in English they are surprised to know it's my second language because I don't have a French accent.

2. I filmed some part of The sister's wedding yesterday but I forgot my camera has no sound. Duh!!!!

3. I took 185 pictures yesterday. Call me crazy!!!

4. In 2005 I seriously considered becoming a nun.

5. I am scared of dogs, when I'm walking and cross a dog, I change side of the street or move to another direction.

6. Many people have said I'm really a good writer. When I'm composing stuff for The Parish or just expressing my feelings. That said, I'm better in French.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to play.

I feel like terrible blogger

I have not been posting regularly, seems life has gotten the best out of me.

Anyway, I went to the mall this morning to pick a wedding card for The Sister, birthday presents for TTF's kiddos, tights for my "kit" for the wedding Saturday and some Clinique stuff. I thought of Claudia and remembered that lingerie would make me feel so much better and I got myself a cool bra. What makes a girl feel better than a beautiful sexy bra?

I also stopped by the pharmacy to pick up some Immodium, It actually helped. I think I'm probably alright, maybe it's just stress? I have no clue but the Immodium has stopped the madness.

Overheard at The Church's council meeting last night. I'm just posting what can be said, some part of it will just remain unpublished.

Wow, No Nonsense girl, you are almost pretty. Said by the retiree when he was commeting on my new hairdo. I smiled and showed him my middle finger.

I'm just kidding, you know that do you? I know dude, I know.

I'm getting back working on The Friendly Boss's laptop The Parish's records. I am tired. I wanna sleep better, I need to relax more.... I'm working, working , working and stressing out for the wedding. Some of my far away relatives are C-R-A-Z-Y!!!!

Stolen from The Gal Herself

I read this on her blog and decided to do the test and we're alike. http://onegalsmusings.blogspot.com/

What Your Feet Say About You:

You are more expressive than most people. You let everyone know how you're feeling - the good, the bad, and the ugly. You are a somewhat passionate person. A few things get you very fired up, but you're usually pretty laid back. You are an assertive person at times. You'll pull out all the stops to get what you want, if it's worth it. You take a while to fall in love, but once you do, you stay pretty attached to your partner. You are not afraid of anything. You are brave and courageous, even when most people would be terrified. You are very practical and down to earth. You're more concerned with action than thoughts. You are an amazingly hard worker. You aren't spoiled and you don't mind getting your hands dirty. You are easily influenced by other people. You're quite impressionable, so you should only be around people who are a good influence.

What Do Your Feet Say About You?

Can I whine for a minute?

I have been feeling crappy since Friday, nauseas and the runs, it comes on and off but this morning I even puked. I dragged myself to bed until 11h30 AM and I just wanted the nauseas to go away.

I'm not sick, I mean if I had something serious, it wouldn't be on and off and I'm not pregnant, unless this was the immaculate conception. But seriously, what the heck can this be?

This afternoon I was at The Parish's office and didn't feel well but I sucked it up but it's back again. The freaking runs and the damn nauseas. yuck, I hate feeling like this. I hate not to be in charge. I know, I'm a control freak! Does anyone know what this could be?

I have been working all evening on the Parish's datas for the new program. It's a pain in the butt to look through more than 18 000 records to find all the priests/deacons that celebrated the baptism. When I'm done listing the priests for the baptism, I'll have to do confirmation, marriage, funerals ETC. I'm patient, what can I say.

When I'm working and when I'm busy, I swear I'm feeling much better. I feel like myself, I feel on top of the world. I'm an active gal.

Tomorrow, working on the Parish's record, going to my hairdresser at 1 PM, she's going to do haircut and highlights and I have a Church Council meeting in the evening.

Please, send me good vibes for my tummy and pukey problem. Have a great night!