(Or...Heaven Knows I'm Not As Miserable Now)
In an attempt to beef up this blog's appearance before I actually tell anyone about its existence, and also to relive some of my wacky antics over on MySpace, I am archiving all of my old posts over here at The Slog.
I apologize for the three-week delay on what is essentially a copy-paste job (alreay tagging this as "Indefinite Hiatus"). But considering my readership is like 2 people and a cat, I'm sure I haven't offended anyone deeply.
The reason for my absence is that my girlfriend's grandmother succumbed to cancer recently, and my time was spent first in the hospital, then at the funeral, and finally at home, recoving from food poisoning. In any event, such deeply emotionally resonant issues seem so out of place in a blog such as this (which should really be reserved for how ugly my dog is and what I think about Ghostbusters II), so I will not be discussing them until at least 2012.
I also apologize for the fact I promised My Brush With Death started now. I totally forgot that there was a lull between Unemployment and Facing My Mortality.
Around this point in my previous blogging existance, my life stabilized and got a little better. Sort of. Until it got worse. Then better. Then a little worse again. Then better
Well, my life is slowly stabilizing
Okay, so everything in my my life hasn't been going exactly as planned lately. But I have been doing a great deal better.
I've done a little temping this week, so though I'm still hemorrhaging cash, it's now a slow seep, not arterial spray. And I have two interviews scheduled for tomorrow. Joyous. One doesn't pay as much as I'd like, but has benefits. [The pay turned out to be wretched. They didn't hire me because they knew I would never stay there for more than a few weeks] The other? Well, another temp agency, but one that is on the higher hourly end (a "boutique" agency, apparently). [I learned at that interview that I can type 55wpm when I'm on a tear. Amazing. I was still a "hunt-and-peck" guy through my mid-20s]
If there's one thing I've consistently been able to nail, it's a job interview. I may be a twitchy, nervous bastard on a day-to-day basis, but man do I interview well. So, with any luck, I may be employed again soon. Then I can get back to bitching about how much my job sucks. [Seriously, my job fucking sucks.]
On a totally unrelated note, I'm going to a Halloween party tonight. I usually have a great time at any Halloween party where I'm not accosted by a Marine. [I actually had a great time at that one too] But, as my costume is designed to piss people off, I can't guarantee that (unless there are no Marines, but they seem to show up anywhere. Like mushrooms).
My costume (sssh, don't tell the guy throwing it): Morrissey. Yes. That's right. I'm gonna get all big haired, effeminate, and, hearing-aidy. I'm gonna throw on the kermit voice and start singing "Heaven Knows I'm Misreable Now," and just wait for the angry jarheads to come out of the woodwork.
At least I didn't dress as Rick Morrissey.
The interlude continues shortly. But storm clouds are gathering...
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