It has been a while since I have entered a sleepless blog. I fear I have chronic insomnia now, and God only knows why the hell my circadian rhythms are the way they are. Tonight/this morning I can give a little of the blame to a combination of the atomic brew spewed from Starbucks last night with the addition of being inert until nearly the noon hour yesterday.
I am told that as a baby I kept my folks up late and most of my more successful years of work were spent in the dark time of the day. So I am no stranger to the overnight world.
There is little to report in my job search. I have had exactly one (1) interview, and in three days time I will have another one. Yes, dear reader, they aren't beating down my door, not that I really expected them to. The one I have this Tuesday will be with a grocery store chain that I worked for nearly 13 years ago, and when I spoke to who I presume will interview me last week this sounds promising and as it is when you've not been working for five months, pride is swallowed and you'll take what is best at the time. I'm optimistic, but not overly so.
My only other interview was with an insurance company...the one with the obnoxious duck...and while the idea sounded like a good one, it involved commission sales and seeing that I am not a salesman I decided not to pursue it. My dad was the salesman of this family and with the thing being a commission sales thing salary money is not guaranteed so I skipped it. It was a calculated risk, and I'm glad I did what I did.
I was hoping that with my last job (Avalon) that I had finally come to the end of this cycle of work and job hunting. The last time I was out of work, it lasted almost two years, with a 4 month period in which I was briefly working at a property management company that I worked for when I was married. With my unceremonious departure from Avalon now well beyond the horizon I wonder if I will ever return to corrections work.
I am honestly straddling the fence on this because though I got to see the seedy, corrupt underbelly of that field in my traipse through privatized prisons, I did love the work. I just didn't love it at the very end. When your sense of morals is violated on a deadly basis, like mine was at Avalon, it was not hard to leave that shithole behind. I have one good friend remaining at that place, and he's hanging on, but I hope and pray that he isn't sucked in by that beast and turned into one of them. I can only hope that his youth allows him to move smoothly beyond what I used to call the "Dollar General" of private corrections.
Hockey season starts in about a week, so I am jazzed about that. The National Hockey :League is locked out so the minors are all that are playing, for now, so hopefully the quality of play is better. I got my unpaid writing gig, and for the 10th year in a row I am on press row, which to me is much more comfortable thatn up close, and I NEVER though that would happen.
Life is pretty good, despite being flat broke, and I can't complain a whole lot this go round.
No comments:
Post a Comment