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6 December 2005
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I'm tired of waiting to hear from the staffing agency about any assignments they might have. I end up sitting around the apartment all morning giving myself the blues. So I got up bright and early this morning and went walking around downtown filling out applications. I applied at two coffeehouses, a record store and a bookstore. I also got an interview tomorrow morning for a job on the receiving dock at Nieman's, and that would suit me as well as just about anything I could get at the moment. The staffing place sent my resume over to a local school district for a six-month position as a staffing specialist. That's right up my alley, and it pays about $18/hour; but I honestly don't think I'd get the job for some reason. I'm certainly not the only applicant. And even with my experience as a recruiter, I'm a bit of a wild card to any legitimate interviewer, and I know it. I did it for a living for the last four or five years, and I know a marginal candidate when he walks in the office.
A friend of mine in Irving once told me, "When you feel shitty, look for a shitty job. You can always upgrade later." Or words to that effect.
I don't know if that's sage advice or not, but I figure it can't hurt to lower my sights a bit for the moment.
I also deleted my profile off the gay chat site. It was a huge time-suck, and I was sick and tired of running into guys online, be they local or across the continent, who have some notion of romance cooking with my ex. He's free to do all that he wants, but it got depressing hearing guys in Florida or California or Boston ask me, "Oh, you're HIS ex?"
and then they ask me if I still drink too much...
anyway, that's about all that's cookin today. It was -6F when I got up, but it's a beautiful day outside. I may get back out and try to accomplish a bit more today after I cook up whatever food I have handy. I think the selection today is rice or oatmeal.
maybe someone will drop by with a beer today. that's a cereal product.
on a brighter note, rather than take the ex to see the Dandy Warhols tomorrow as I had been planning for the past three months, I'm letting a girl take me as her date instead. I emailed him and advised him to fend for himself in that regard.
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