So this is how it is

It is a beautiful Saturday and I am still inside. The outside is just so full of distractions, Sun, Wind, Cars, Bombs, Walnuts and the wandering crack whore. I did leave for a while today, just to get supplies of milk and packing tape. Yes try to figure out how to use those together. It has been over two weeks since my former employer let me go. There is plenty to keep me busy around here. The Honey-do’s list is about as long as my arm, and living with 4 cats and two dogs there is always cleaning. The battle against fur has been raging for years, and so far it is like sweeping a dirt floor. No matter how hard you sweep there is always more fur underneath.

I have come across a song that I had forgotten about but now has a new and powerful meaning to me. Please take a listen,

Everyone I know goes away in the end.

Indeed

Writers Block 101

Hello from the recently employed. That is right I am without a steady paycheck once again. I first looked at this as an opportunity to write more and work on filling some stick orders. Yes I will explain that latter.

The thing is I can really fill my days with the seemingly unending list of honey-dos that I have either done half ass or not at all. Finding a good balance has proven difficult.

Discipline is the name of the game. I am finding the balance I need to get all this back on track.

Now I have to take some drugs and see a dentist tomorrow.

Doom and Doomer

It has been a while since I have written. I guess this “blogging” thing is harder then it looks.

Some recent news, in fact just received my kiss off letter today, is that I did not get the job at Capital Region Medical Center. It is one of two hospitals in this crap hole town. The Position is something I am well qualified for, but yet they say and I quote here “While your qualifications met some of the requirements for this position, there were other applicants whose qualifications exceeded our expectations and who more closely fit our particular needs.”

I am sure this is just a boilerplate kiss off letter, but What The Fuck? It was for an entry level clerk position, how in the hell can someone exceeded their expectations over me? I would think their expectations at this level would be if I wore pants or not.

Oh well, I did not put out the best interview, but I thought I did enough to warrant a second.

Now my decision has been made, I will cut back my hours, and live…..and pigs will fly, and dogs and cats will live in peace!

Job Fair 101

Last week at my job (which will remain nameless because I need this one right now) I was asked to work the local Job Fair. They hold one here in Jefferson City about every quarter or so out at the “community center” in the now bankrupt Capital Mall. Why was I asked, a grumpy, sour, and generally goofy employee, it was simple there was no one left. The Personnel Director had gone thru all of the usual manager types to go out and help, I made the mistake of saying yes.

I have been to Job Fairs before, but only on the other side of the table. It was never a fun experience, and seemed quota filler more then a real chance to get a good job. This time I was on the “Power “side. I got to say, I was stunned. I was stunned in a couple of unique ways. The most prominent was that most of these job seekers were not in fact seeking employment, but only filling out forms so they can still get whatever government handouts they could. I felt more like I was at a club or bar then an avenue for people looking for work. They wore clothes that were completely unacceptable for any job, ever. Heck I was impressed when someone had a shirt and tie on, and I would usually ask them if they were lost. I would then see some old friends come by, good people looking for work after they were laid off from the job they had for 20 years or more. That made it such an unusual day, real people that need and want to work, and the hard core unemployable. I got to talk with the Personnel Director and she said that it is like this most times, and that all you can do is hope that a real candidate comes by.

I guess there is not much of a funny take to this story, I wish I could go into more detail, but I do not want to be on the other side of that table any time soon. Let’s just say it was eye opening and when my current employer tires of me….in say 2-3 years I will let you know.

Has it really been that long…

I guess it has been a while. I have not written in a while as my wonderful depression has crippled most of my ambition. Well, except for sleeping, wonderful, glorious, pain numbing sleeping….whoops, anyway.

I have a quick note here as I have wanted to tell this story since it happened. This week is “Spring Clean Up” week for the East End. (That is right yo, HOLLAR!) This is when you finally put that broken couch on the curb so someone else can find use for it, or the trash company takes it away….to the dump next to the Osage River. No there is no spill over…ever. Well, I had two long suffering lawnmowers to put out. They both had seen better days, and have not run for many, many moons. I am standing next to my two lawnmowers on the curb when a very, very large woman in a minivan stops, and yells out the window, “Do those lawnmowers work?” Now a reasonable human would have logically deduced that if they were on the curb, in pieces, among the other trash that they indeed did not work. With that in mind I thought I would share this with her and said; “Do you think I would put them on the curb if they did work?” This seemed to jar the glandular challenged woman since there was a brief pause. She finally responded with “Well, do they work or not?”

I am not sure who won that battle of wits, as I was briefly stunned by her response. I turned to walk away and said “No, they don’t fucking work.” This upset her as she started to speak in a way that I could only understand with the help of C3-PO.

I will have more tomorrow with my adventures at a job fair, this time on the hiring side….