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Shorts yesterday and woke up to this today. Easily half a foot. One internet forecast is still saying 66 and sunny today. Everything on here isnt true? Gasp!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I pulled it off somehow. Could be the Mo'jinx, you know how when you mention something in your blog or in the many behind the scenes Momails or chats and it happens in real life?
There I was yesterday posting and wallowing in the Trailer Parks biggest pity party about my inability for the first time ever to get a job and all the shit the man makes you go through just to apply for the privilege of being turned down.
This morning started out no differently. Got up, hiked with Cavedog and emailed a few evil HRs for jobs I had applied for and heard nothing from. At this point I have nothing to lose so I wrote one HR that I saw the position frequently in the classifieds and promised not to be worse than any of the past people he had hired.
I also applied for a few more jobs online like they wanted and took the most insane personality test ever. Those questions can usually try to be tricky and sometimes the choices they give for answers dont fit but one test section made me pick between two choices.
I would rather
have marshmallow fluff stuffed in my ears or w$#k with someone sloppy and lazy
smell something awful or have one task to accomplish all day
be probed by aliens or fall down the stairs
I have no idea what they wanted, maybe that was the drug test.
After that the dark clouds blew in and we had our first rain in over two months. I drove around in my crappy economy car with the dried out wipers smearing pine sap all over the windshield picking up more and more applications.
Big Brother has been freaking me out like I mentioned yesterday, its impossible to get a job without piss, prints or a letter from the Governor but the apps I picked up today were even worse. One job wanted the application notarized before I returned it and another wanted me to pay 30 bucks towards a $47 fingerprint check and they wanted 5 references instead of the usual 3.
When I finally got home with a raging headache to fill out my epic tragedy of a life saga the message light on the phone was blinking and it was about a job. One I had called and left my name and number ages ago and forgotten about.
Anyway I recognized the callers name as an old friend of roomies, called him back and told him who I was and immediately went over to talk to him in person. Spent several hours talking in the strangest noninterview ever and got hired.
No application, no resume, no drug test, no references, no motivational posters, no dress code, no meetings, no personality tests, no background check, no fingerprints, no strengths, no weaknesses, no dmv report and most importantly NO CORPORATE AMERICA. Just assisting an individual who needs assitance. Even met other people who have been around for years, its a legit job. Yes, I bought extra lottery tickets on my way home.
Suck it Big Brother!

I'm Back!!!

Call me RustyMadJoad.
Never have I applied for more than 2 jobs in a row without getting one. This is getting scary.
Had an interview that went really well last Thursday but havent heard anything yet. In the olden days I would say I got it but a curse has kicked in. I did call Friday afternoon but she hadnt talked to the owner.
However from the glass being half full perspective, how awful is it not to go daily to that which you hate most? Cavedog is really benefitting from having a 24/7 concierge and is a little less fearful. On the other hand "I like money", to quote Idiocracy.
Am I getting baked from a previous job reference?
Its a depressing scene in this college/touron town. Only a few dozen jobs at the most listed in the paper. Mainly the same few places over and over again, and theres a reason for that, they suck.
Feel a little like a relic from another time and believe a lot of what I need to know can come from looking someone in the eye and seeing them in action. These days everyone wants urine tests, background checks, fingerprint checks, the past 10 yrs employment/residence history, personality tests, polygraphs, 5 yr motor vehicle reports ( which cost 5 bucks, 39 month records are available free over the internet but thats not good enough.) The more they put you through the worse its going to be. In return they offer split days off and no firm 40 hours but they want the staff to be available anytime.
Overall, except for a few insane married couples, my experiences w%$king for a small business have been positive but the chains started moving in about 10 yrs ago and the little guys are on the endangered list. This would be a really good time for the lottery to kick in. Damn Damn Damn

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?

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.
And I was thinking vacation$!
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