Cognitive Dissonant

So… If I’m not venting about how much I hate retail, and I’m not … wallowing in another near miss. (or is it near hit?) I have nothing to say?

This can’t be right.

I am looking forward to retiring my “Retail Hell” category. I may be well on my way out of retail sales, I might have excellent news within the next couple weeks.

I am working on detailed technical drawings for the Key to Hammunaptra.  I would like to see about sending the CAD drawing to be laser cut from the styrene stockpile I moved from Austin with. Some of the problems I am having in the final assembly of my prototype are due to slight variations in dimensions. Everything has been hand cut, so I’m not surprised.

After watching “Across the Universe,” I thought I might be a Beatles fan. Over the last couple days I have determined that they were great songwriters, but I prefer the covers sung by the cast of the movie.  Maybe I just can’t get past the whole image of four boys from liverpool.

My favorites, in no particular order, are;

Dear Prudence

Hold Me Tight

I’ve Just Seen a Face

Blackbird

Hey Jude

Come Together

Let It Be

All You Need is Love

Heheh… I am so transparent.

Nice…

I recieve my COBRA paperwork, and notice that my rent is going up in the same day’s mail.

Hello Monday.

I’ve written several posts since the 8th.

Many of them including “bitter diatribes about women.” (2 points if you can name the movie.)

I’ve not published any of them because they were a little more raw than I was comfortable exposing.

I never really completely dealt with it. It’s been somewhere around a month and I haven’t gotten it out of my system. It doesn’t help that we worked together. All the mistakes I made were in the aftermath, it was time to stop talking.

I guess I’m dealing with it now and maybe not with a whole lot of finesse.  I can say that it really is for the better. What little perspective I have gained does tell me that I would have been miserable at some point, regardless.

The brain gets it now. No more questions. Not to suggest I’ve gotten answers, no, I’ve just given up on the answers. This is hard for me because it is my nature to talk things out.

Now if I could just stop feeling like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me…

Maudlin.  I hate that word. I hate even more that it fits.

After 2.5 years and aproximately 150 interviews… it’s very strange to find myself on the wrong side of the desk during an interview.  ‘Course it also gives me an unfair advantage. >;)

Waiting in lobby of KGB, formerly Infonxx. I’m 30 minutes early for testing.
Nothing exciting, probably just to determine if I’m literate. This is bottom tier callcenter work. But I need to work.
Some leads out there. I need to rewrite my resume for a more creative gig. They love my sister, I just need to convince them that it’s hereditary.

Tangentally interesting; they have RFID locks everywhere.

Skippy* and Sweaty** got what they wanted. I was asked to turn in my keys and cards this morning.

I’ve been thinking and it doesn’t seem grammatically correct to say I have had a bad month;

I do not have pancreatic cancer.
I have never had an abusive partner.
I have never had to deal with a divorce
I still have, if only for the moment, a job.
My home has not been invaded.
I’ve not lost a child
I have the love and support of my family.
If I am to lose my job, it would be the motivation I need to finally get out of sales.

So while I certainly don’t want to do that again, and very much hope things improve, I could be much, much worse off.