I'm back.......my computer's been down with the sickness. Some kind of a Trojan (now that's going through my head.....Trojan man!!!!!) but it's all better now.
Not a damn thing going on here. Still looking (unsuccessfully) for work. It's very frustrating, I've always been able to get a job by pounding the pavement, but everything that pays anything around here is run by contractor services with headquarters elsewhere. Even if you get in to see anyone, it's "oh, you've got to go to our website." So far, with two thousand people getting out of the military and entering the workforce here, plus hurricane victims, it's been six weeks of throwing my resume into the internet verision of the black hole of Calcutta.
So now I'm running out of money, and my choices are coming down to either
a: be a trucker
b: work two jobs for around minimum and put in about 90 hours a week
c: try to find someone that's hiring for less in construction where I can put in a lot of overtime.
I think I'm going to try c. I hate to go back in the general labor pool, but although I've got a billion odd skills, I'm not certified on crap. And I'm getting depressed from not working enough that I've been starting to think of d: the yummy flavor of a twelve gauge sandwich. Mmmmmm, tastes like eternal tranquility..............
(Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone.) Whoops. Oh well, my wife thinks I'm a manic depressive, but I know better. I'm normally manic and I've been suffering from bouts of depression for the last few years. (thank you Army)
Construction never lasts, and the benefits are crap, but what the hell, it's someplace to start. And I might be able to make more, after I've been there awhile, and can prove I can do other stuff. i.e. carpentry, lay pipe, drywall, some masonry, some welding, drive/fix anything with wheels, etc. Or maybe I'll find a real job (not that construction isn't, by any means, but it's not really what I want to do for the next twenty, thirty years, ya know? and I really would blow my head off before going back in the army again.)
Blech. I haven't even been able to do anything with my metal working lately. Too broke to fix my propane stuff, or build a proper forge so I can keep my coke burning. The best I've been able to do is work on a knife blank I'm making. (the metal part of a knife, that's fitted to the handle)
That's the latest, now back to you Bob. And now that I've cheered all of you up, I'm gonna grab my cat and go collapse into bed after trapping him under the covers for the sheer malicious thrill of watching the bump in the blankets as he wanders around the bed for twenty minutes trying to escape. It's not as cruel as you think.
It's a game that he enjoys the hell out of, as long as I don't do it too often. It's up there with laying three or four paper bags on the floor and watching him go from one to the other for a couple of hours. And yes, we are easily amused here.