Showing posts with label Bored. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bored. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Rejection, Failure... My life continues.

So, lately a few good things have happened to me:

1) I passed my driving theory (thank you, Pearson Vue and your distinctly odorous Portsmouth offices)

2) I learned that I would not incur charges on my overdraft unless I was still in it in November (Thank you, Halifax and your double-sent letters).

3) I got out of my overdraft (Thank you, Dole... I think).

4) My father sent me details of this awesome volunteering post that has become available in the centre of the universe (= thank you, immediate paternal ancestor).

5) I got a nice macro of a Conopid fly (Physocephala rufipes) in the garden, having never even seen a live conopid before (Conopids: bizarre nectar-feeding flies which seem to be related to hoverflies, with elongated antennae and larvae which are endoparasites of various bees, wasps etc): here is a quick and half-hearted edit of it especially for you:

and

5) The evil monstrous hearless nice bitch cow devil-woman lady at the pit of despair job centre was not horrible the second time I saw her.


Unfortunately, the bad things keep happening:

1) I remain utterly unemployed.

2) I am only out of my overdraft because I am on the dole, which is increasinly making me want to die.

3) For some obscure reason, the government thinks I would make a good juror. I thought this was a good (or at least interesting)  thing until I realised that a) it means that I cannot apply for anything overseas because I would then have to return halfway through and irk my employer right out of their socks and b) if any of the stuff I have applied for overseas says yes (unlikely, I admit) I'll have to explain that I now can't, unless they feel like postponing my start date.

4) Two jobs that I had applied for which were local and unambitious (so I thought I had a good chance) have turned me down.

5) I have to see the dragon lady on 9.11 (American style date to make the point that although I am in the UK, I have an appointment with a monster lady on the eleventh anniversary of an event that makes me feel petty for being miserable).

6) I do not handle rejection well and as a direct result of having two rejections in one "send and receive", I am having to drink copious amounts of tea to remain even remotely functional.

7) My best friend has buggered of to Bath to do some singing for a week. Which means that my life is in dire need of comic relief.



I want to have some sudden inspiration as to how to see these things in a positive light... but currently I lack any inspiration and require more tea. 


I'm going to watch Kiwi! on youtube in order to feel more tragic... is this logical?


And then I'm going to daydream about being Australian.

Smivel

Monday, 13 August 2012

Olympic Closing Ceremony review... from BBC HD coverage.

It sucked.

The sound technician should be beaten with sticks for completely failing to do anything remotely resembling his job. 

In no particular order, these bits were the bits that, on their own, would have got marks slightly more than 3/10.

1) Boris Johnson waving a large piece of flammable material close to an open flame and potentially sparking an international conflict: 8/10 (Boris just gets voted in as mayor so that we can rely on free standup at the end of any major event). 

2) Eric Idle and his completely random dancers: 6/10 - it made no sense, but it was colourful and I may have laughed a little.

3) The Spice Girls (I'm so ashamed) - 8/10. Much as I hate to put crappy celebrities up there with the Boris, they were - unusually - making less about themselves and just playing their (awful) music as though they had a good sense of humour. Infinitely more enjoyable than expected, but that might have been because all the stars that people wanted to see were... not there.

4) Jessie J and "Queen" with... I can't even remember. Because it was less of a let-down than realising that neither David Bowie nor Kate Bush would actually be present, but instead some wierd people would do something symbolic yet completely irrelevant while their music played. 5/10 
[(also entertaining because it ran at the same time as my discovery that: a) My sister did not know who John Lennon was; b) She thought he died recently; and c) she didn't know that Freddie Mercury was dead (and yet has every Queen song ever on her computer)]

5) The bit at the beginning where there was an interesting set which was on screen for what, three minutes? Meanwhile a reliant robin was exploded by an amusing but tired Italian Job quote and Stomp was being entertaining (but seemed as though they were lid-synching). 6/10



And now, because the thing that we Brits do best (apart from the rest of the olympics) is moan, these were the very worst bits of the ceremony...

1) Beady Eye being so awful that for a moment I thought they were actually a cheesy cover band of Oasis. 1/10 (mark for showing up at all)


2) The sound technician being so bad at his job that you couldn't even hear half the acts. (Annie Lennox, Emili Sandé and the Who all seemed to be singing without a real microphone. Kaiser Chiefs were also difficult to hear, not sure if that's a bad thing, though). 0/10 for mucking up so many other things that could have been at least half decent otherwise.

3) The moment when you realised that the tap-dancing sound wasn't actually coming from Renato Sorriso's feet, but canned on the speakers. 2/10 for having such great choreography but faking it (the rest of the Brazil stuff gets a 5 or a 6, I'm not sure)

4) Fatboy Slim DJing when the octopus was infinitely more interesting and, frankly, a bit of Mighty Boosh, David Bowie or perhaps Yoko Ono's severed head would have been a more appropriate centrepiece to it. 3/10 because at least the sound was working and the octopus had so very much potential. 

5) George Michael being on stage at the beginning and by his turning up assuring us that it could only get better when it didn't, really. 0/10 because he seemed to think that it was all about him and it never seemed to end...

6) The exploding tightrope dummy. Just.... made no sense... why??? 2 points for randomness, -1 for lack of closure = 1/10.


One good thing about the awful ceremony was that the dull Belgian man (Jacques Rogge) who seems to turn up at all these ceremonies and talk into amusingly shaped microphones for too long seemed interesting by comparison. 

And the final thing that I am very pleased with is that I said during the ceremony that it seemed an appropriate transition from the public-spirity goodness of the Olympics, focusing on all those people acheiving greatness through hard work, to the typical UK grimy, cheesy, unimpressive celebrity culture, underwhelming events and mind-numbing dullness. Today, quite a few reviewers seem to agree. Not least the awesome Lynne Truss.

I have considered the possibility that the off-the-mark feel of the closing ceremony was an intentional but tongue in cheek reference to public expectations for the olympics, but I doubt it. 





It isn't really worth lynching Kim Gavin over, and Yoko Ono's hugely irrelevant Lennonface (ungraded) is not worth decapitating her for (and the piece could have been hilarious if it was a massive Lennonface-palm instead). But after the sheer awesomeness of the rest of the Olympics, it felt like it had been rushed together with no real thought, and as though Mr Bean had been asked to handle the artistic direction and forgotten to hire a choreographer.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Personal Statement... Finding something nice to say when I hate myself.

DISCLAIMER - while the following post lists a few psychopathologies that I once believed I suffered from, I recognise that I do not suffer from any of these - certainly not to a clinical level - and do not wish to give the impression that I am comparing my own problems to those of people who actually do suffer from debilitating psychopathologies. 



So I need to write a personal statement (because apparently every CV needs one... (although seeing as the person that told me that told me that I have zero chance of ever getting a job anyway... should I really bother?)). 

The first thing that I've heard you should do is come up with a list of adjectives to describe yourself. 

This is also the first place where I typically fail. There are two reasons for this:

1) If I spend too much time thinking about it, I realise that I hate myself.

2) Although I disagree on many of the details, I broadly agree with Bandura, Mischel and the other one's Social Learning Theory derived view that there is no such thing as personality, just a series of context-dependent behaviours derived from previous experience. 

As you may gather from the second point, I did A-level Psychology.

But before you run away screaming in fear of some pre-academic wittering on as though an A-level gives you any real grasp of a subject (which it doesn't), this is not about Psychology.

This is about something much, much worse. 

Me. 

As you may gather from it being enormous and bold, this next bit is the crucial take-away point here.

I spent the entire A-level self-diagnosing with just about every personality disorder going.

Which I now realise may have some purpose. 


I shall start by listing the things that I thought could be wrong with me...

Psychopathologies:

1) OCD.

2) Paranoid Schizophrenia.

3) Bipolar/Manic Depression.

4) Mild(ish) Sociopathy.

5) Autistic. 

6) Insecure Avoidant (Ainsworth and Bell).


The next step is to outline the behaviours that were suggestive of each of these issues.

1) "OCD" - certain things (not all) must be in perfect order. Once order is lost from said things (most notably books, DVDs, and other things for which the order does not technically matter), my life descends into chaos and hope vanishes. When something in my life has been interfered with by someone else, the pit of despair is most readily escaped from by scattering a couple of hundred DVD cases on the floor and alphabetising them.

Or filing a photograph of an insect in detailed taxonomy.

2)i) "Paranoid schizophrenia" - I get less done than I should because some part of me constantly criticising everything I do and evaluating every action for the worst outcome that can be "reasonably" expected (for which we add another little discussion point (below)), and it's not unusual for me to think that randomers on the street are talking about me/laughing at me. Narcissistic on some twisted level, I know. But having been teased (not in my imagination) quite extensively at school, not unrealistic.

2)ii) My version of reasonable is a little beyond reasonable. Aged 21 I convinced myself that an entire suburb of Nottingham was in a Different dimension. One year on I still half-believe that any footpath I haven't seen before is a portal to the distant past. And don't even get me started on swimming alone. 

3) "Bipolar/manic depression": Everyone has ups and downs. On the extreme up, I have thought I was some kind of God (I'll not be specific here in case any real ones out there get offended and smite me where I sit), and at the lowest end (most recently brought about by the evil bitch nice lady at hell the job centre), the thought of laying my head down on the road in front of the wheel of a moving bus and seeing it pop like a grape was very tempting. In the "up" phase, I impart more information than anybody needs to know about any point anyone bothers to make, and tend to dominate conversations whether anyone wants me to or no. In the down phase, I want a hollywood style apocalypse to wipe out everyone on the planet except me and perhaps a few tolerable acquaintances. 

4) "Mild(ish) Sociopathy" - I am uncomfortably aware that my moral priorities do not always match up with everyone else's. I'm not certain that anyone finds morality as an instinct, but I do suspect that most are not as coldl and analytical in their moral decisions. This is - unusually - not something I consider to be a negative. I usually know whether something I do is right or wrong because I have almost always taken the time to think about it. A lot of people think they separate right from wrong but are actually just following through with what they society expects them to see as right and wrong, and are thus at more dangerous of "following the traffic" over the speed limit (e.g. Nazi Germany, Boer War etc.). 

5) "Autistic" - a general failure to understand the pleasure in certain popular pastimes. Other than that, the key points of this are distributed through the others. 

6) Insecure Avoidant - This is the only one that I am confident actually applies. I have a difficulty with long-term attachments to people (strangely, I have difficulty not becoming attached to almost anything else). The trouble with my response to feelings of social inadequacy is that - when in a social situation where I feel uncomfortable, I have taken to pushing myself right through that door, becoming apparently extroverted, egotistic and showing my atrocious sense of humour for all to see. So the people who don't run screaming think that I have a special bond with them, and then I fail to make any contact for three years... Some people tolerate this (and become what could be loosely termed friends) others can get offended. 

Part three involves breaking these down into adjectives.

1) "OCD" -  Organised(Easy); Stubborn;

2) "Paranoid Schizophrenic" i) Self Critical; Self-evaluating; Negative; Pessimistic;
                                               ii) Delusional;

3) "Bipolar" - Can appear to be: Egotistic; Depressive; Loquatious; Know-it-all; Self-destructive; Extroverted; Inconsistent; Verbose; Quiet; Non-contributary; Domineering; Aggressive; Defensive; Passive; Disinterested; Exciteable; Insecure; (see why I thought I was bipolar?);

4) "Mild(ish) Sociopathy" - Cold; Analytical; Utilitarian; Amoral (but not immoral);

5) "Autistic" - Socially inadequate;

6) Insecure Avoidant - Antisocial; Shy; Introverted,


Dissociate from their roots and list them:

Organised,     Stubborn,     Self Critical,     Self Evaluating,     Negative,     Pessimistic     Delusional,     Egotistic,     Depressive,     Loquatious,     Know-it-all,     Self Destructive,     Extroverted,     Inconsistent,     Verbose,     Quiet,     Non-contributary,     Domineering,      Aggressive,     Defensive,     Passive,     Disinterested,     Exciteable,     Insecure,     Cold,      Analytical,     Utilitarian,     Amoral,     Socially inadequate,     Antisocial,     Shy,     Introverted.

Find something positive to say about each one (or at least neutral). 
Use a thesaurus as necessary
(highlighted red is negative, green is positive and yellow is somewhere in between)
  • Organised is already positive.
  • Stubborn shows commitment - Committed
  • Self-Critical and Self Evaluating both suggest that I Strive for self-improvement.
  • Negative/Pessimistic/Depressive(you could say Realistic) - can we say Balanced? Is that appropriate here? Yes, perhaps I'm not emotionally well-balanced, but by contemplating the worst possible scenarios I certainly Take a Balanced View...
  • Delusional - Creative 
  • Egotistic - is more pleasantly described as Confident 
  • Loquatious/Verbose - is effectively the same as Engaging 
  • Know-it-all - twists nicely to Knowledgeable
  • Self Destructive... difficult... one can't say committed, because I am certain that I will not actually self destroy... which suggests that I consider something worth living for, which means that on some level I am Positive.
  • Extroverted isn't really a negative, but it becomes more broadly applicable if I say that I am Outgoing
  • Inconsistent shows that I am Flexible.
  • Quiet could be taken to mean that I am Contemplative
  • Passive and Non-contributary mean that I am Capable of Taking a Back Seat.    
  • Domineering is also Instigative. That is a word, but not a great one. Lets keep it simple by saying that I am Happy to Instigate.
  • Aggressive is similar... definitely not a positive... unless we combine it with Defensive and conclude that I am Assertive when required.
  • Disinterested means that I am.... How the hell does anyone make that positive? That's a little bit like republicans trying to make their wilful ignorance seem positive. So where does my disinterest stem from? I say that I'm disinterested because on occasion I have the attention span of a gnat, which is largely because I've become Interested in something else, so you could turn this one right around and say that I have a Thirst for Knowledge
  • Exciteable? Is it entirely a negative when it just shows that I am Passionate and Enthusiastic?
  • Socially Inadequate and Insecure just says that I have doubts about myself and my abilities, which basically says that I am Open to Criticism. 
  • Cold is the same as Detached, which says that I can take a step back and put things in Perspective.
  • Analytical? Is this a negative? Not in context. It says that I am Observant and have good Attention to Detail
  • Utilitarian... could once - and in certain situations still could - be considered a positive. However, for the purposes of this exercise, let's say that I am Unbiased and able to Prioritise.
  • Amoral - we've already covered that I don't see this as entirely negative, and by seperating me from the blind morality that people draw from societal expectations, I'd say this makes me Tolerant of other people's world views. 
  • Antisocial - obviously I don't mean this in the sense of vandalism and violent crime (neither of which I do or support). I'm using it in more-or-less the same way as ShyAnd if I don't always want to be in a crowd, that must meant that I'm happy working alone, which means that I am Independent
  • Introverted is generally used as a euphemism for shy, which tells you that its meaning is not innately negative. A negative spin would really be Self-Absorbed, so finding the positive of that to escape the negative association with shy says that I am Reflective

So, in addition to producing a nauseatingly fauvist spread of highlighted descriptive words and phrases, I have managed to show myself that I am:

Organised;  Committed;  Creative;  Confident;  Engaging;  Knowledgeable;  Positive;  Outgoing;  Flexible;  Contemplative;  Assertive;  Interested;  Passionate;  Enthusiastic;  Observant; Unbiased;  Tolerant;  Independent;  Reflective;  Open to Criticism;  Capable of Taking a Back Seat;  Good at Prioritising;  Happy to Instigate;  Striving for Self-Improvement;  Taking a Balanced View;  Having a Thirst for Knowledge;  Having Perspective; and Having Good Attention to Detail.

The next step is to flesh these out into a personal statement.
I'll get back to you on that one.



Oh, and by the way...



Disclaimer 2: In addition to recognising that I do not claim to suffer from any of the above listed disorders, please note that saying that I can be Depressive/Depressed is not the same as saying that I suffer from Clinical/Major Depression. There has been an unfair tendency to criticise those who use the word for anything other than the diagnosable disorder, but it literally means that one is feeling down. Which covers everything from having a bad morning to wanting to kill yourself, and is not limited to meaning the disorder.

Smivel out.  






See part ii here