Long Time

How long is too long between blogs, is seven years a long time or is it too short. Every once in a while I remember this blog that I started in 2006 and think that I might post something, not sure why it's not as if I lead the worlds most interesting life.

I'm no international man of mystery, not an actor who has some deep desire to be the center of the world, I'm just another human with a life that is less than perfect. Seven years has brought a world of changes to my corner of the world, some good, some bad, and some meh. In the time since my last post I went back to school got a degree in computers (but no job) and ended up going back to work in the one job that would hire me.

I sent out hundreds (348) of resumes and got eight replies seven of which were the dreaded "We are going in a different direction", which is just code for your too old or you'll cost too much money. Just once I would love to get a reply back from a recruiter who states "We looked at your resume and decided that you are way too old to work for us, and besides with your experience we would have to pay you a boatload of money. Plus we feel like we would be threatened by you because you have so much experience".

The job that I have now drives me crazy, but since there are so few jobs out there I stay, even though I am back working nights and weekends. Not sure how much longer I can stand having to drag myself  out of bed and back in to work. The less I say about the place I work the better, it's not the ideal place for someone who doesn't suffer fools gladly.

Hopefully I can get out of here before I'm older than dirt and get a new job. It's late and I can't really type what I want to say (unwanted eyes may be reading). So until the day when I am free and clear of this place I will sign off and hope that someone somewhere needs a dusty old fart to work for them. 

Long Time

How long is too long between blogs, is seven years a long time or is it too short. Every once in a while I remember this blog that I started in 2006 and think that I might post something, not sure why it's not as if I lead the worlds most interesting life.

I'm no international man of mystery, not an actor who has some deep desire to be the center of the world, I'm just another human with a life that is less than perfect. Seven years has brought a world of changes to my corner of the world, some good, some bad, and some meh. In the time since my last post I went back to school got a degree in computers (but no job) and ended up going back to work in the one job that would hire me.

I sent out hundreds (348) of resumes and got eight replies seven of which were the dreaded "We are going in a different direction", which is just code for your too old or you'll cost too much money. Just once I would love to get a reply back from a recruiter who states "We looked at your resume and decided that you are way too old to work for us, and besides with your experience we would have to pay you a boatload of money. Plus we feel like we would be threatened by you because you have so much experience".

The job that I have now drives me crazy, but since there are so few jobs out there I stay, even though I am back working nights and weekends. Not sure how much longer I can stand having to drag myself  out of bed and back in to work. The less I say about the place I work the better, it's not the ideal place for someone who doesn't suffer fools gladly.

Hopefully I can get out of here before I'm older than dirt and get a new job. It's late and I can't really type what I want to say (unwanted eyes may be reading). So until the day when I am free and clear of this place I will sign off and hope that someone somewhere needs a dusty old fart to work for them. 

Spring Time Not Sunny Times

Well the spring is almost over and all I can say is good riddance. Rain and more rain, nothing sucks worse than day after day of rain. With only a few days left to this wet bleak spring one can only hope that the summer brings plenty of sunshine. Wanting more sun seems selfish but being neither a farmer nor a horticulturist, I have no need or desire for dark wet and gloomy days. Has it always been like this, did we just pretend growing up that it was always sunny and warm. It seems like things were always bigger and better growing up, maybe it's the time and distance from the "Old Days" that makes us all feel like it was always bigger and better in the old days. I remember growing up walking to school and having snow banks over my head (of course I was only about three feet tall) it never dawned on me that I was just shorter then. It just seemed like the world was bigger and brighter. I remember spending entire summers out doors never once going in over the course of the day to escape the rain. But it had to of rained, we had the tail end of a hurricane blow through town and it flooded the streets. People were in rowboats going down the street due to the flooding. But even then it was sunny afterwards, the power was out all over town and we went to M & J's Market to get free Ice Cream that was melting. Man we ate it till we were sick.  It would be nice to believe that things were always sunny back then, it makes crappy springs like this one seem like an anomaly rather than the norm. So I say hurry up summer I'm sick of all the rain. Besides it's Drive-In Time and there's nothing worse than sitting through THE movie of the summer while it's pouring outside. 

Endings

In a few short days our daughter will be 21, the age where childhood ends and adulthood begins. Some people may think it's actually 13, but trust me your parents don't see it until you are at least 21, some never see it. It's hard to let them grow up and to move away, to spread their wings and start to live their lives. We never want to let go but we have to let them learn what it is to be an adult. Now comes the days and nights of even more endless worrying for us the left behind, now comes the days and nights where we wonder if they are okay, if they are being treated right, heck we even worry if they are getting enough sleep and enough food. So just because you leave us your parents alone, doesn't mean we will ever stop being the same people who worried about the same things when you were little. So in your hurry to live a full and meaningful life just remember to every once in a while give us a nod or a wink to let us know you are doing Ok.  

Out In Cali

Well our daughter is out in California for the summer. It was her mother's idea, not mine. We have to let them grow, and we have to let them move on in their lives. I don't think it should all be in the same summer though. They all grow up but sometimes it's to fast, we want them to always stay eight years old so they never have to suffer any heartbreak. It's hard to let your children go, it's not the easiest time in a parents life. Daughters are harder to let grow up than boys, I know that sounds sexist but ask any father what the most traumatic time in their life was and they will all tell you the same thing. With a boy you tell them "Son be kind and loving and never hurt the one you love" with a daughter it's hard to sit them down and tell them, in the course of their lives they are going to meet people who will treat them unkind, or hurt them physically or mentally. Daughters  are easily blinded, never meeting the true person until it's way to late. So to my little girl I say, Keep your eyes open and if he looks like he's glowing put on some polarized sunglasses and look for the real person buried under the glitter. 

Britney As Goddess So SAD

Wow the end of the world is upon us, I can tell by the new statue "Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston". I for one have never found her remotely interesting as a singer or a human being. But somehow over the last 7-8 years we have had non-stop reports on the latest Britney happenings, what a sad sad world we live in when we promote a talentless bimbo like she was the second coming of the Virgin Mary. Thinking that there couldn't be anything more we needed to know about her or for that matter care to know, we are constantly reminded that we are wrong. Now comes the pro-life statement that nobody wants a statue to the worlds most popular bimbo that even the pro-choice people see as vile. Wow how does that happen, maybe it's because the sculpter has stepped in the literal and figurative dog droppings before when he made a sculpture of "Teddy Ballgames" head and called that art. I for one think it's not the message it's the messenger a man who seems to crave attention at any cost and can find a willing market for his type of "art". The only people who will find this interesting are the same creepy old men who payed $14.99 for her first album, the one with her on her 14 year old hands and knees looking up to the camera. Mass marketing at it's worst Walt Disney must be spinning in his grave.