Here we are.

So I'm here and it's 1:13pm.  I've been up since sun up, another all nighter/morning flip. 

Things are good.  I've taken care of myself, my dog, but I feel like my mom is not doing to well.  How much she'll let me help on that, I really don't know, but I feel like I should do something.  She never tells me her dreams anymore, just the one about moving and getting "some land."  She got her Bachelor's degree in English.  I don't know why she doesn't use that to get a either higher-paying or more fulfilling job. Otherwise, she seems like her needs are fulfilled. 

So that settles back to the valley which is me.  What to do with three hours and 33 minutes. 

Get a job.  I can't get one.  With the medication I'm on, I'm not going to get a job any time soon.  I know we are running out of money.  My SS pays little.  I'm lazy, but I'm just not sure where to start. 

Do you search online or in person? Both?  Neither?  Do you absorb a job through osmosis?  WTF, why is it so complicated?  'Why are the doves so noisy.  Don't they have anything better to do when I'm stressing over what to do.  All they do is eat (messily, I might add) and poop and make noises and make babies.  They live in that cage for their whole life, which isn't very long.  They don't have a job. 

Doves don't have a job, dog's don't have a job, Mother does have a job.  It consumes every waking minute even though it is a mere secretarial job.  I guess that is because it is with the government and the government eats souls alive. 







I often feel like I have to make a job perfect.  I have to have the right "feel."  Be there for someone.  Some cause.  I ignore all this pansy hogwash and say get an entry level job.  Something you don't have to lie on your resume about.  I have thought of lying on my resume.  

then there's this guy who went out to get rejected.  Rejection Therapy was born. I could not lie and just get rejected by employers, since I'm not qualified enough to work at the jobs I've been seeing. 

Then I think... this is cute and all, but I'm wasting my time.  I have to get a job now.  

Maybe that's the voice I should tell to shut up.  ok.  Wasted 18 minutes coming to this conclusion instead of poring over job sites.  I'd say I'd gotten a lot of rejection today: Facebook.  Just spiritually from different sources.  2 more minutes making those last two sentences.  I think our enemy may be time.  If I could just ignore time, unlimited productivity.  (How many businessmen have said that and died on reentry.)  Maybe not ignore time, but lasso it, harness it's energy and unbridled enthusiasm for continuing.  Without mass, there is no time.  *brain explosion*  

Every single time I come up with my I have to admit, slightly fun methods of job search, the Mad Hatter brings up the topic of time.

I'm serious, but compiling endless job adverts in a large black notebook haven't helped. 

For my first job I went to a job fair.  My next four jobs I went to the place where they were and asked for an application, filled it out there and got the job.  Then another school job.  Then I filled out an application online, that was Babies R' Us.  Then one job off craigslist.  I hope they didn't think I was going to sell them any weed.  Because I wasn't.  My last job, I got from a hiring agency.  It was pretty much the most awesome by far. 

Four walkins, two school jobs, Babies R' Us, craigslist and a hiring agency.