After two weeks of looking for w$#k it looks like my choices will come down to,

a.  cleaning motel rooms during the day
                  or
b.  cleaning offices at night

It's not quite that dire.  I still have more options.  Can also choose between asking,

a.   "Would you like to Supersize that?"
                 or
b.    "Hot or mild sauce?"

At least I'm not trapped. 

Whenever I quit a bad job my feeling is if thats the last place that will ever hire me I'm screwed anyway.  Three more people have walked out of my last place of employment from mistreatment and frustration,  another one was fired and two managed to give notice since my departure.   Its possible I'm a damn stupid idiot but I still cant regret quitting that one anymore than leaving the lucrative one before it.

I have never had to really w$#k to find a job like I am now.  Roomie says that perhaps I'm the victim of age discrimination.  I said if thats the case I'm just going to roll with it and stay home with my beloved Cavedog.  Now he's saying I'm to old to live here in this fine trailer too.  

With all this imaginary global warming going on iceberg space is going to come at a premium.   Hard to be stoic being set adrift on an old busted up styrofoam cooler picked up on the side of the highway during an Earth Day clean up.   We dont even have a body of  water in this state to be set adrift on.  

Heres my ending,  set adrift on the broken down styrofoam cooler in a rain tank (pool size hole dug to catch water for the critters.   Usually bone dry but sometimes filled with a foot or two of  brackish malaria ridden elk poop sludge water) with my toes stuck in the mud until my body burns through its last ounce of  protective layer of carb fat.   Not very epic, would a viking helmet help?


       

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/25/08 10:39 | link | comments (13) |

I'm afraid if I dont get a job and get out of this Trailer soon I'm crossing over to the point of no return.













More fun with furry bastards.


Sleeping baby.












The Princess and her dirty little secret.  She loves to roll around and drool in stinky dog bedding.















































Someone's been sleeping in my bed.  
Caught in the act like a Republican Senator in the Men's Room.  Cavedog soon chased her out.

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/21/08 09:55 | link | comments (8) |

                            And I was thinking vacation$!

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/18/08 19:44 | link | comments (4) |

Look ma I'm on top of the world.

Cavedog and I went for a hike and were investigated for a murder.  Sort of.  We were on the side of a mountain.   When we hiked out from under the tree cover to an exposed part of the trail a Rescue helicopter spotted us and flew over. 

I thought an injured hiker had made a distress call so I kept walking to show I wasnt hurt.  They dropped even lower right on top of us.  

We were a few yards from hiking back under the trees but  we stopped and faced them so they could get a look since it then hit me they were most likely searching for a psycho and I didnt want to get jumped by heavily armed men in black at the bottom of the hill.

They hovered and I was wondering how could it take so long to see I obviously wasnt a man.  Maybe they were admiring Cavedogs beauty.  After they left Cavedog and I hustled to get home not knowing wtf was going on.  Actually I hustled, he still stopped to pee on every blade of grass.

 A cop was also driving around my neighborhood so I called a friend who knows everything.  They were looking for a killer but he didnt know any details but they had two names and werent sure who was the killer and who was the killee the body was so toasted.

The psycho was caught later and it wasnt a man but a woman they were looking for. She has what looks like my coloring from the little headshot.   Another riveting day in the Trailer Park.

Another in progress bad guy story,  I've read about this happening to people. 

Roomies son-in-law relocated last month to another city for a better job.  He's rented a house from a family who owned it so his family can join him.

He gave the family a $2400 deposit and they moved out and gave him the keys.   Son-in-law has been cleaning up the mess they left for the last week.  Carpets, dogpoop filled backyard, everything.  So on the eve of Roomies daughter making the move out with the  truck and helpers(who they had to buy return plane tickets home for), son in law goes to the house and finds a note on the door.

Its from the real home owner to the shithead son rented the house from threatening to put a lock box on the door.  The family took the $2400 not being the home owners at all and bolted.  

Roomies kids have called the police.  The idiot had left mail in the box including some from his probation officer.  Son in law did get ahold of him thru his cell phone and the guy begged him not to call the cops, he promised to return every penny.  He was probably out all night holding up convenience stores to do so, poor little felon.   I doubt if he shows but they want to try to get their money back before he gets arrested.  They arent rich. They contacted the real homeowner and he's going to let them rent the house anyway with just this months rent  and pay the deposits over time.  

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/15/08 12:58 | link | comments (4) |

Sir Edmund Cavedog  
Intrepid Mountain Explorer

Any hound can hike to the top of a mountain.  It takes a real badass to dig through the center of one.

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/13/08 16:07 | link | comments (6) |

I havent even put pen to application yet and the waiting table nightmares have begun.  It's always the same thing.  I'm struggling in the wait station to write an order correctly and when I look out into the dining room all my tables are full.   I begin running around trying to take everyones orders, people are bitching and when I get back to the kitchen all I've written are scribbles. 

Last night it got to the point were I had food ready and was taking it out.  A huge tray with plates of swordfish(yuck) and sausage(yuck).  I dropped the tray and glass shattered in all the other food.   The dropping of the trays comes from real life, I was fast but an oaf as a waitron.

I'm going out in a few minutes in search of w$#k.  I knew I put on a few pounds hanging around the trailer unemployed for the last 3 months with pounds of discounted Easter candy but when I got out some nonsweatpantlike clothes I found I've turned into an oompa loompa. 

I've gone from this

























to this.






















Woe is me. 

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/11/08 15:18 | link | comments (4) |

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