May 2007
Recovery, Adobe $$, & So Cal Fire Season
Recovering quickly, I hopeNow on day two of my forearm rehabilitation. Feeling OK about it in general. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve felt better – but considering the injury, I’d say feeling this good on day two is miraculous.
Just what is the injury? I think I either pulled an arm of my biceps, or more than likely tore the tendon or ligament. I came to this conclusion mostly because I haven’t shown any bruising, which is common of a torn or pulled muscle, as they have a very liberal blood supply. Tendons and ligaments, however, have almost none, which is why they tend to not bleed or bruise, and heal very slowly, if at all.
How do I know all this? I have a doctor in the family :-).
Adobe CS3 & Dreamweaver are EPXENSIVE
In the middle of the night a few days ago, as I was considering my website, I even went so far as to check out this program. Full-featured for sho’, but gaw’ damn is that an expensive suite. Safe to say I’ll be sticking with iWeb, which came bundled with iLife ’06. On my Mac. Yeah buddy.
So Cal Fire Season gonna be a Doosie
So it’s May. Not even technically June yet. Fires thus far this year? We’ve had ‘em. MAN, this is gonna be a bad one this year. No rain + hot & dry summers + fate = charcoal. I just pray, PRAY I TELL YOU, that I’m outta here soon. Please God, Buddha, Allah, and Jehosephat, get me that cushy job up north, huh? Please?
$5 to anyone who can tell me the origins of “Doosie”
Submissions only accepted through Friday. No using the internet, either. That’s cheating. Don’t try to get one by on me, either; I”ll know. Cheaters.
Peace.
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Warm up, grab weights, POP!, grab arm
May 29, 2007 / 09:27 PM Filed in: Personal
Working out is hard to do. Ouch. After I got home today, I took a nap. This thing wasn’t a nap as much as it was a close encounter with death or something. I swear, I didn’t really wake up as much as I saw the light and drifted back to the realm of the living. All thanks to a phone call. Thank you, whoever you were who abruptly hung up.
After a light dinner and some snacking, I found myself trudging to the gym. I wasn’t feeling all that up to it. Not that I was trying to avoid it, but I just had this feeling of overall weakness.
Sometimes you should just listen to your body.
After a short warm-up and deciding what to do, I got into the first set with a light weight. UP it goes, down slowly, slowly…. And POP! There we go, nice. Forearm? You still there? Still with me? Well, I had been talking about doing cardio for a while, taking a break from weights. Now’s as good a time as any, right?
There could be a silver lining to this cloud, though. I can’t divulge more details right now. I’ll update you later when I know if the lining is silver or lead that has been painted cheaply.
Peace.
Website changes @ 4 in the morn
Strangest thing. I love my sleep. But last night, we weren’t really getting along, I guess! I wasn’t feeling all that hot, and really thought I might be coming down with a cold. I got into bed around 11pm, and next thing I know….It’s 3am. And I’m wide awake. Feeling good, but wide awake. I tried tossing and turning a few times, I counted dogs, counted cats, looked for sheep, then decided to just get up. And here’s where the internet & computers comes in handy, let me tell you.
I currently use an apple program called iWeb to make my website. It’s OK, it’s not the greatest, but it allows me – who is admittedly not code-centric – to make a website that overall I think is presentable. Although iWeb has some nice composing abilities, it lacks certain fine controls I’d like to have, such as custom page titles (you’ll notice that if you go to my “home” page it says “home” for the page title, whereas I’d prefer it say something like “bob’s house of web” or something), meta tags for search engines, and other little knicky-knack things like labels and tags for blogs, as well as navigation menu placement options.
I spent a couple of hours then, toodling around the web, looking for ways to accomplish what I want, and sort of redesigning my website a lil’ bit.
So there it is: I present to you, my new website, almost the same as the old. A few color changes is all you’ll probably notice, maybe a layout thing or two, especially on the "about". Hey, I’m open to ideas, so if you have any suggestions on what I should do or add to my site, let me know. Right now I’m thinking of maybe doing an “articles” section or something. Not sure what to have in it. Manifestos, I guess. Maybe something else. Hell, I don’t know.
In the meantime, however, enjoy. And come back again sometime.
Peace.
Confusing a Cat
May 27, 2007 / 09:22 PM Filed in: Personal
How to confuse a CatStep 1: Put the food up high, so the cat has to jump to get to it. Keep it here for eternity.
Step 2: At least once, let the food run out, so that the cat jumps up there, only to be disappointed that the trip was for naught.
Step 3: Let the cat train you to follow it to its food by meowing incessantly, just in case there’s nothing in the food dish.
Step 4: Become very annoyed at having to follow a cat around whenever it decides it’s hungry.
Advanced training time. Now, you’re job is to make smoke come from the cat’s ears as s/he tries to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Fifth & Final Step: At the beckon of the cat, follow it to the food. Be very supportive of the cat. Encourage the feline to follow the normal routine. Let it know it's doing a great job. Now once it jumps up to reach its food, grasp the cat, and put it back on the floor. The cat will jump up again. This is normal. Repeat grasping the cat and placing it back on the floor. Continue this cycle until the cat either a) looks at you as if you asked it to solve Pi, or b) looks at you as though it was contemplating eating YOU instead.
Job now complete. Cat confused.
What the hell was that about?
No, seriously, I’m tired of having a cat meow at me whenever it’s hungry. You know where the food is, dammit, and you don’t really need to be petted while you eat.
So, I thought that this would work as reverse-training. See, I’m trying to get the cat to associate him meowing so I’ll follow him to his food with me keeping him from his food. The hope is that he’ll eventually become at least as annoyed with this as I am with having to follow and pet the damn thing as he begins to eat. We’re only on day one right now. I’ll keep you updated as to how the cat training goes. Expect long delays from now until I report back with success. Ever owned a cat?
Peace.
Google, & Job hunt nerves
OMG!Check it out – I’m on google now. Yippee. I’m the freaking man, man.
Search for random bob? Search for “That road goes far down”? Yeah, I’m there. Search for Mac Tips? Yeah I'm there too, probably.
Now to see if I can get my website to come up on the front page when someone searches for “porn.” Because if I can pull that off, then I think I may have a business plan. Wait, wait, wait..... yeah, I think I'm there already.
Butterflies
I would really like to move up north already. I really need talk the right people into it. Perhaps I shouldn’t say “Porn” in my blog? Meh. I don’t give out my web address or anything. And I don’t think my name is even on it anywhere, either. I’m good to go. In that department anyhow.
But having a damn job up north is not quite going as I would like it. There should be a line at my door. Maybe lots of messages. Maybe a couple letters. Maybe at least one fucking job, huh guys? Get on this!
So yeah I’m nervous. I feel like Eminem at an FCC convention or something; you just know some shit is gonna slip out. Oops! Dammit, slipped out already.
I’m in some sort of holding pattern, waiting on word from one to decide what I should do next. And the waiting is death. Part of me feels like I could do it, but a bigger part of me thinks they won’t let me. And that really sucks. Because like I said, I wanna move up north.
Peace.
Lost: The TV show I like
May 24, 2007 / 09:17 PM Filed in: Entertainment
The show I like the mostLost is freaking awesome. I really like the show (if you couldn’t tell). Last night’s Season Finale was pretty damn good (save for one thing – more on that later). Thing is, I talk to people all the time who seem to think that shows which are basically spin-offs of the same plot line are better. I disagree! Heroes, as you can read here, is probably off my list of shows to watch next year. Why?
Because it was cheap. To me, it was insulting. They built up this premise all year long, leading you in to something, making you believe that all these pieces were part of something that was going to be.
Then they just made something up that sort of mocked the build-up. Yay. I like being a tool. Really.
Lost, though, has remained true to its premise. The acting is pretty good. The story line is excellent. There’s the requisite hottie girl and hottie guy. There’s a mystery that when you think about it, is more like an enigma wrapped in a mystery locked in a paradox etc etc etc. Every time you watch the show, you learn so much. It doesn’t feel like it though, because they manage to create more questions for you each show. But, the questions they give you, you have faith they’ll be answered. And to some extent, they are.
But the real draw to the show – and the reason I think I like it a lot despite that fact others aren’t as enamored with it – is the awe of how much thought went into the story. I mean, they had this show, and from the very first episode, you know they had an ending, a reason for the way things were as they seemed. And as time goes on, you learn how interconnected everything is, and for me that’s even more awe-inspiring.
I like the show. I like the premise. I plan to watch through season 6, the last season. Barring, of course, any funky stuff like Heroes pulled.
F*ck Commercials
OK, the thing I hated about the Lost finale. What. The. Hell. I know there has to be commercials to pay for the damn show in the first place, but they kept touting the “2-hour Season Finale” over and over. Of course I was excited! Two hours of question-answering bliss! I was like Debbie in Dallas, oh my!
So it was really quite a letdown that it was the same 1-hour show with 1 hour of commercials.
I need to get on a petition or something. This needs to stop. I mean, there has to be a balance, and that sh!t really alienates the loyal base, you know? Maybe let them know that selling is one thing, selling out is quite another, and if I feel used like that ever again, me and everyone else on the list will just stop watching ABC altogether. And Fox, too. Just because I think we should all boycott Fox.
I don’t know, maybe start a website about it? Maybe something like –
www.whatthefuckihatefuckingcommericialsruiningmydamnfavoriteshowdammitsostopthat.com
Or maybe not. I have been accused of being lazy. I pleaded no contest. It Just seemed like too much work to try and defend myself.
Peace.
Heroes no more!; Job hunt; Nothing else.
I think Heroes lost meNot that I was confused or anything about the show, but that I think they’ve diluted it too damn much to be worth watching.
And I still maintain that you cannot have time-travel as a weapon and still have a problem. Period. Yet they keep going back to the same issues, the same people, and they can’t save the day except at the very end minute. And not even then.
Guess my weekly TV dosage will be Family Guy & Lost. Nothing more.
Let the Waiting begin!
OK, so now I only have to wait until H. County calls me (or more likely, writes me) and let’s me know where I stand. But I have backup plans. Er, well, A backup plan. No clues will be given as to this backup plan, as I really really don’t feel like jinxing my only two plans that currently still stand a chance.
That is all
No, really. I have nothing else for you this fine day. Now leave. Please.
Peace.
3 days in the woods, & going back to Town
May 12, 2007 / 09:12 PM Filed in: Personal
So that picture above. No, it’s not some freak wind storm accident. No, I wasn’t trying to pull an E.T. and “phone home.” Simple as this: it was cool and moist out. The bottom of the tent was wet in the morning. And, I didn’t want to pack it up wet and all. Imagine the smell? Yeah.
So anyway. 3 days. Not 4 as I had proclaimed earlier. So, um, I got bored, and I just couldn’t do one more day with nothing to do. Look, I love nature, and the first (of two) camp site I was at seemed like heaven! I saw this bulletin board with a map of some hiking trails. One said it was 3 miles, one said it was 7, another said 5, and I was thinking to myself, “this seems like heaven!” Then a few minutes later as I was preparing to hike one of these trails, I passed the visitor’s center and asked if they had one of those maps I saw on the bulletin board. They did, but for 50¢. Yeah, because I often take my wallet with me when I hike. You never what what kind of bully bears are out there. “Man, you wanna pass, you gonna have to show this bear the dough, mutha fukka!” C’mon, guys!
So anyway. They had another one under glass I could look at for free, and I thought it would be a good idea to refresh myself right quick. One of the workers there thought he was going to relieve my mind by pointing out that… there. Was. a period. Before. Each. of those. distance values. on the map. Yeah. I went from having a hiking goal for each day to having nothing to do within the hour.
Oh, and Campsite rules were as follows. I quote:
- No wood collecting
- No feeding the animals
- No fires outside of the fire pit
- No molesting (eww), killing, or harming any animals or plant life
- No destruction of camp property
- No fishing
- No unauthorized fun
- Do not pass go
- Do not collect $200
So yeah, after you’ve hiked the trails, unless you have a camper and video games, it’s just a lot of sitting around. Looking at everyone else, just sitting around. Wishing they could molest the animals.
Entertainment value
So I had to find ways to fill up the time. I kept myself busy, mostly by “_ _ _ _-ing _ _ _.” If you said “j a c k i n g o f f,” you’re way wrong, but I like the way you think. No, the correct answer was “working out.” Lots of pushups, ab workouts, upright rows with the cooler, and, well, more pushups and abs. And the hiking, I guess. I did that twice, just to make sure I wasn’t missing something. Like animal three-somes.
I also did the good ol’ boy stuff. I perfected my rock skipping, and also throwing skipper rocks so as to not make a splash, and also I found a big STICK and used rocks for batting practice. Can you believe it? 20-something years of age, and that’s still not old. I don’t think it ever gets old. People just stop so they can look mature or something. I, however, have blisters on my hands now. And not from that, either. But I like the way you think.
I probably could have filled up some more time with jacking off. But that would still leave 23 hours & 58 minutes unused, so I figure all-in-all, it was time to come back to town either way.
You’re Gross
Yeah, I know.
And remarkably fast
Yeah... I know… :-(
So, what are your plans in town?
Mainly, I think I’m going to eat. I’ve sustained myself for the last week – I kid you not – on cereal, granola bars, pretzels, fake Ritz crackers, water, and 1(one) Cream Soda. Oh, and a cookie. I’m thinking a steak from somewhere. Potatoes. Probably Applebee’s, because they also have a free wi-fi hotspot, so I can dine and surf at the same time. Hey, the modern version of surf & turf! Fuck yeah!
I will also watch the rest of my 2 ½ hours of television, first with Family Guy on Sunday, then Heroes on Monday.
Oh, and I have this whole interview thing with the County of Humboldt. God, I hope that goes well. I could use that. I’m almost teary-eyed over it. I need to move. I need cows and pigs and stuff soon. And not for that, either. I wanna raise my own beef and pork.
You’re just gross, man.
Peace.
Miles update, 4 days of camping, & I'm Cheap
Doggy UpdateThat’s just gross, huh? What’s really, REALLY bad is that of all those wounds you see there, we were only aware of the bottom few.
Yeah. We suck. And be “we,” I mostly mean me.
Off to camp! For 4 days! In a row!
This should be fun. Me, alone, just me, all by myself, with some granola bars, a tent, sleeping bags, a flashlight…. Let’s see…. A half-read book…. Um.. Did I say me? Yeah, ok, so… I guess that’s about it. Ought to be fun.
Someone please shoot me now. I can’t entertain myself for that long. I can’t entertain myself for more than a few minutes without shiny things or a pair of cans... I can think of only one thing that I could occupy that much time with, and to be honest, I don’t think I need any more practice with that. I’m as good as I’ll ever be, know what I mean? Huh? Huh? Eh, never mind.
But in case you haven't put 2+2 together, let me go ahead and say there'll be no blogs for the foreseeable future. So, wish me luck, pray I don't get eaten by bears (I've been told I taste good), and with any good grace, I'll be back in town, dirtier than ever on Monday, May 14th.
How to tell you’re cheap
OK, I absolutely had to stay in a hotel last night. Lost was on at 10pm, and of the 2-½ hours of TV I actually watch per week, that constitutes 1 hour of it (the rest is Heroes, and Family Guy). No way I’m missing it. Coming back from Bridgeville, Fortuna is the first “town” you hit. There’s a motel here with rooms for 43.99, what name it is is not important, only that you know it’s not recognized anywhere, probably not even here. My options were to stick it out here in Fortuna, as I’m going back to Bridgeville tomorrow morning, or drive in to Eureka and stay at Motel 6, where rooms are 45.99 a night.
I of course opted to stay in Fortuna to save $2 and 10 miles. And now I’m watching a red-tinted TV that could only be fuzzier if punched myself in the eyes and wore a pantyhose mask. And the room smells. Like old people. There's no trash can. I can't find an outlet to plug my phone charger into. The door handle is barely on; if I pull down on it, I can see outside. The key barely operates the lock. And the shower is less like a shower and more like someone just spitting down my neck.
So yeah, the $2 and 10 minutes probably wasn’t worth it. Especially after I ended up driving there anyways to check out some rentals. But if you’re going to be cheap, there’s no sense in half-assing it. Go all-the-way cheap, even if it’s not worth the money – that’s my motto.
Peace.
Camping, books & my dog
May 09, 2007 / 09:04 PM Filed in: Personal | Entertainment
Camping alone can be very boring. You really need a f*ck-buddy – er, friend or something – to make it enjoyable. Yesterday after my interview w/ Walgreens, I ended up at this campsite in Bridgeville during the afternoon hours. Early afternoon hours, that is. Made camp, pitched a tent (the non sexual one), and then… had some hours before bedtime.
So I went and laid out by the river, took a book, and decided I’d rather nap in the sun than actually read the damn book.
What book was it that I didn’t read? It was a basic dog training book, actually. No, I don’t have a new puppy, and no I don’t plan on trying to re-train my 11 year old lab. He’s fairly well trained and behaved, smart and reliable. But he is getting old, and when we do get our land and property, I probably will get a new lab puppy. And this time, I want him to be so smart and well-trained that I can have him go and milk the cow, till the fields, and get my slippers all before I get out of bed in the morning.
That was entertaining
Yeah, sorry, that was boring. But now you know what I’m up to.
And the Nap?
Well actually, I didn’t bring a clock with me, so I burned a lil’. Not too bad, but enough that a warm shower this morning really woke me up. And by “this morning,” I of course mean about 1:00pm.
Anything else you want to tell us?
Later – after the sunburn and rock skipping that followed – I actually DID finish that book. Then I moved on to my other book, about how to train a hunting dog. Pattern? Yeah. And no, I don’t plan on actually making him a gun dog or anything, but the tricks of the trade they use for that can come in handy, so I wanted to know how they accomplish things like getting the dog to understand directions with hand signals and so forth. Could come in useful I figure, so that I can direct him from the bedroom window exactly which cow I want milked before he comes to give me my slippers.
This is blog post is freaking ridiculous
Well, there was a rather important thing I didn’t mention yet. See, the campgrounds don’t have cellphone reception, so as I was heading back into town this morning, I got a message. Long story short, my dog is at the vet right now, having an abscess surgically drained from his neck. Yeah.
OK now for the short story long.
See, I take him running with me, and on our last outing, this freaking nutzoid dog down the street came out and attacked us on our way home. Started as a stand-off, then as Miles was turning to come to me, the nutzoid dog leapt onto Miles’ neck, and wouldn’t let go. We bathed him and I tried to keep it clean with some Hydrogen peroxide and Neosporin, but The Girl called to let me know that it had inflamed and he needed vet assistance.
Great. Now we’re out another $400. But I’m going to see if the nutzoid dog owners will at least cover half the bill. Oh and if anyone was concerned, that dog is now gone, as this was at least his 3rd offense.
Man, Now we feel bad
Yeah well, I tell them as they happen for the most part. Plus I didn’t want to lead off with bad-ish news, Don’t worry; Miles will be OK. He just needs a little more time to heal anymore, what with 11 years under his collar and counting. But maybe he’ll retire from running, I just don’t know now. The longer he goes between workouts, the worse he is at them. This might be the retiring point, I don’t know. But I’ll make sure he leads a happy porch life. Lots of tennis balls to chew.
Peace.
Shave Foam, Time Travel, & Job hunt Update
Are you a Foam Man?‘Cuz I’m not. Yeah, about that whole trip to Target for shave gel…
You have to understand that I’m in Eureka, CA for some interviews. That might not have been apparent before, but now you have no excuse. OK, so as you probably know, every great road trip begins with planning and packing, and ends with “Oh shit, I forgot (blank).” Well, for me, “blank” was “my toiletry bag with all my bathroom stuff!”
OK, now that we’re caught up. I went to Target to shop the “Travel Size” aisle, where nothing’s above a buck. I mean, I don’t need to spend $50 on toiletries for 7 days, right? Anyway. While browsing the aisle, I see shave gel, and…. Shave Foam. I’ve never tried shaving foam. Maybe it’s the original… and best? How do I know, I’ve never tried it, right? So I figure, what the hell, it’s a whopping 55¢, I think I’ll take this opportunity to try it out.
Wrong move. It was like shaving dry, but with all this funky white stuff blocking my view. Dang, it may have been even worse than shaving dry.
So back to Target today, to right this particular wrong. Shave gel. Yeah, it’s pretty much better in every way. And my face thanks me for it. I have some on right now. Just sitting here. Just sitting here, watching TV, with some shave gel on my face, livin’ it up like lifestyles of the rich, baby.
Actually though, I don’t typically even use that. I prefer this cream that Nivea makes. For whatever reason, it works well for my horrible, horrible face and neck. Figures it works, right? It’s the most expensive.
Heroes
I like the show, but the thing about time travel is…. If you have the ability to travel back and forth through time, and you’re trying to solve a problem – like, for instance, a man who blows up – the solution doesn’t take a season or two to figure out. Go back in time, slice the mother f*cker when he’s 3 months old.
Problem solved. Really, they should leave time travel alone. No good can come from that line. Especially when you have analytical jerks like me watching.
Updated job thingy
OK, so I met with Walgreens this fine overcast day. I was kinda-sorta offered a job. Yeah. See, they don’t currently have any openings, so they would like to bring me on as part-time, at about 20 hours a week. That’s it. Pay is OK. Well, it’d be OK if I was working 40 hours a week. 20 hours makes it kind of hard.
But it’s a step in the right direction, no? And the manager said that she’d expect something would probably open up in about 6-months time, though of course no guarantees. Damn. Have to think on that, I guess.
Peace.
Yeah. Nevermind the 'Raining' Thing.
May 07, 2007 / 08:57 PM Filed in: Business Themes | Personal
I Freaking Knew it! See? I Knew that telling you all about the interviews and stuff would totally jinx me! Nothing but bad luck now, and it’s all my fault. :-( Still though, I blame you. Silly readers.
Let’s see, where to start? OK, so I went for the Monday interview, and what do you know, it wasn’t as rosy as I’d hoped. There’s still a sliver, but I think they want something I’m not. Oh, and something about a 5-year commitment. 5 years? Hello, I won’t even give my dog a 5-year commitment, you want me to agree to be a sales guy for ya for 5 years? I don’t know about that. Let me think about it for a while. Can I get back to you in 5 years? But it's a good company, so we'll see what happens. If the job is offered, it'll be a hard decision, because I so desperately would like to move up here.
So then after that, I decided to stop by Target, see if I could let my contact know I’m in town. But she wasn’t there, or is cleverly avoiding me. Great, just great. Now women are avoiding that are usually 800 miles away to begin with. Stellar. Let's see if we can make this day any worse, shall we?
Then it was off to Staples, where I had spoken with the GM on my prior visit. I did as he requested last month and applied online for the positions at that store. However, I had not heard back. So I stopped in, and he remembered me (which I thought to be either really good or really bad), and said that they were basically full at this point (so maybe it was bad). Grrr…
But, he did say that he always gets headhunter calls from Bed Bath ampersand Beyond, so I decided to check back with David, the store manager in the Bayshore Mall. Turns out he’s full, too. Because we don't need no stinkin' silver lining here, folks, that is obviously the real MO.
WTF? I shouldn’t have said shit to no one until I had a freaking job in hand. Now I just look silly. Like that time I got trapped in the dishwasher wearing high-heels and lipstick. When the Fire Department had to come and rescue me. And I wasn’t wearing clean underwear. Dang.
OK, that visual might have been made up, but you get the idea: silly. I look silly without a job up here yet. Dang.
Bright Spot. Hopefully.
Interviewing with Walgreens tomorrow. 2nd interview actually, so hopefully that’s getting somewhere. WTF. I shouldn’t be telling you guys this. Haven’t I learned anything in the last 4 minutes? OK, move along, nothing to see here....
Peace.
UPDATE: went back to Target to get some Shave gel (more on that some other time), and figured I'd ask for Rae again. Success! Finally, success! She was there!
It's really too bad she spoiled it by telling me "no dice, young man," informing me they have no openings. But I guess it's fitting with today's theme: How to F*ck random bob's World up Royally. With Only a Few Words. Sweet.
Peace. Again. Shit.
It's Raining, it's Pouring... Jobs.
May 04, 2007 / 08:55 PM Filed in: Business Themes | Personal
So the last time I was up north, I was workin’ hard just to try and get eye contact anywhere. I was driving around thinking “Man, I should’ve been a doctor or something,” wondering what kind of ditches I was going to have to dig to get up to where I wanted to be.3 weeks later, and suddenly, the landscape has changed drastically. I don’t want to get too excited about it, as I feel that the mere mention of this good fortune may be enough to completely jinx this vibe and send me plummeting downhill like Rosie O’Donnell in a Radio Flyer Wagon on a road greased with butter. But here it goes, huh?
They’ve not all been winners, but enough have that I’m happy. I got a call early in the week for an interview that there was no chance of me making, and quite honestly I didn’t want to. But then I heard back from an employment agency I’ve been working with; a local home improvement supply company has 3 openings, and they’d like to interview me. Downside: their sales. Upside: it could blossom into more, and even if it doesn’t, at least I’m up there – it’s a lot easier to interview from 15 miles away than from 800. Anyways. We set up an interview for Monday. Yes!
So since I’m up there anyway, I figure I’ll call my Walgreens contact, let them know I’m in the area, see if they want to do the second interview maybe on Tuesday since I’ll be in town. Fantastic, they’d love to see me! Alright! Things are going well now, right?
But it gets better. I have applied to the County offices for some open positions, and today when the mail arrived, there was a mailer informing they’d like to interview me for one of those jobs I submitted for! Yeah, this is freaking awesome.
Now let’s all cross our fingers, toes, legs & arms; pray; and make threatening phone calls if necessary. Wish me Luck. With a Capital "L." Call in favors. Do what you need to do. Dammit, we need me to land a good gig up there. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry…
Peace.