Today the Better Half and I were at the O.C. Fair with a friend of ours, just wandering around roasting the in summer sun. During our travels through the celebration of the former agrarian past of Orange County I came across something tantamount to finding out that there was not Santa Claus. At one of the pavilions, and I use that loosely, they had a booth inside dedicated to ham radio. You know folks, there is no ham in ham radio. Oh sure, they can “ham” it up as they yak on their radios, in their made up language (which is just a step below Esporanto) while humming the Convoy song in their heads. So I ask you, when do they get down and discuss the “Cadillac of deli meats”? The answer is never. Oh innocence why must you be bashed like a Billy Koch fastball?!?!
I am back to work. I hope that this office is not like my last assignment where Middle Earth meets L.A. Law. So I will be happy about this up until 8:05 AM Monday when I realize I just can’t wander off and play Madden.
You see Larry knows this job will kill him. Look I hate the Knicks and love they flounder. Sure they are not the worst in the league, but this is worst job in the league for a couple of reasons. First is it is New York and you know that the city is known for it patience and its desire for non-winning teams. The other reason is this team is so screwed up. Bad draft choices, bad trades and god awful contracts. This team needs years to recover. I think after Isaiah is done here he could go to work for Haliburton.
I do hope this is serious. Look it has been seven years since the Good Friday agreement. It is time to put the guns down. It is time to get things moving again and get elected officials back to Stormont so they can work on the issues that need addressing in Northern Ireland: schools, water, health and housing.
Sorry this is a soapbox I can not resist getting up on.
Well after yesterday’s little “pity party” as my high school football coach would say. Things have improved. Nothing like some Madden football, Sirius radio and a couple of job opportunities to lift the spirits. I felt like a NFL Free Agent today. It looks like my agent (i.e. temp agency) called me and let me know two “teams”, need to fill some holes due to injury. They think I could contribute on special teams and I have some experience with the scheme they run. So I took the offer with the most money, but not too much above league minimum. They say the deal is back loaded, right. So now I wait, my resume has to pass the teams physical. If things go right I will be reporting Monday.
So it looks like summer vacation may be coming to an end. As much as I love being at home I do need to work so I can get a car. As of right now it looks like the Honda Civic narrowly beat out the Delorian. Also I need to raise some cash for this man.
And to top it the Sox blow a 5 – 2 lead and lose in 13, in Kansas City. I feel like the City of San Diego after Ron Burgundy told me I could go f&*$ myself.
I think something is telling me that I should just come to grips and realize that the role I have in life is professional vagrant. Again today rejection stuck. A company that I had interviewed with three times and spent nearly 5 1/2 hours with interviewing, let me know that I was not what they were looking for. I just wished they would have been polite enough to labeled the subject line of their e-mail “a swift kick to the groin”. Then I would not harbor any false hopes. Oh well that is just the way it goes. If I have to temp from now till the end of time (which is becoming more and more a possibility) then that what it is. I just need to work. I need to at least do something that will be of service to someone. I am getting to the point where I am not some fresh faced kid out of college. In my ten years in the “real world” I have not built an impressive resume. Sure, I have a wide range of experience in my work career, but if I was so talented why would companies keep letting me go? Even with budget issues they find ways to keep talent, right? I think I have become a work force “tweener”. I have enough to make you interested, but not enough to make you feel comfortable to offer the position. It is frustrating, but you it is not the end of the world and I just need to find work and try to find where I fit it. I will never be a head of major company, but I can be a good cog, play my part till my usefulness is done.
Okay I feel a little better I just wanted to get that out. Thanks to anyone who had to sit through this. You see I just need to public flog myself from time to time here on the olde blog. I not a masochist or anything, well I did watch Quills.