It's still 2013 when I write this. We are down to hours now.
So what was 2013 like for me? Well, more of the same.
My unemployment continued unabated, although I did come close to actually returning to work.
Sort of. Well, not really. My charity work continues for a local news publication, a hockey publication and an indoor soccer team, but none of it is resulting in actual dough-re-mi money. I am confident the nine-to-five will come soon.
It has degenerated into me just going stir crazy. I am also flat-assed broke which also doesn't help.
The best part of the year employment-wise is the fact that my former employer is beginning to face the karma that I have so deeply wished for, with Avalon getting hit with not one...not two...but three civil right's lawsuits, (two discrimination and one wrongful death suit), in the last three months of 2013 plus an investigation by the OSBI for a fight that was filmed by an inmate on an illegal cell phone and posted on You Tube, (also illegal).
The stink emanating from this has attracted national news magazines and that is something that the amateur golfers that run that corrupt abomination can't pay off with booze, whores or money.
While I am best suited for corrections work it can truly be said that Avalon Correctional Services has soured me on private corrections for the rest of my life. Of the two corporations I worked for in that business the previous one...Corrections Corporation of America (CCA)...is far and away the best, and Avalon doesn't eve deserve to be the janitor that cleans the door handle. I'd like to say I learned an important life lesson out of my five-year sentence in Avalon, (see what I did there?), but other than be wary of the lowest bidder I can't extract very much else out of it. I just hope the place burns. But this is not a disgruntled terminated worker rant.
The last couple of years you have read here that the 364 days that preceded the blog entry have been this side of intolerable. I won't say that about 2013, but being broke and jobless did not make it easy. For the first time, I will be filing a tax return that will not have any sort of W-2 attached to it . No refund coming, (not that I have had one since 2002, but that's another blog), and I won't have to pay any because I didn't earn anything. I sort of like that, but when I'm in my 70s...if I live that long...I'll be old and broke, as opposed to being middle aged and broke.
I said goodbye to a couple of friends at the end of the year, as you've read, and life plugged on. It was basically a "so what" sort of year. It was the 30th anniversary of the year I broke my right ankle...the one that was removed and replaced by the prosthetic and fixed one...and I hardly noticed.
I still have not been back on a trampoline in 30 years.
Other than that it was a "flyover" year. That's the best way I can describe it...2013 was the Oklahoma of the years. Nothing special, nothing to really report on. As 2014 looms on the horizon I can only hope I emerge this time next year, older, wiser and with some money in my pocket.
So what was 2013 like for me? Well, more of the same.
My unemployment continued unabated, although I did come close to actually returning to work.
Sort of. Well, not really. My charity work continues for a local news publication, a hockey publication and an indoor soccer team, but none of it is resulting in actual dough-re-mi money. I am confident the nine-to-five will come soon.
It has degenerated into me just going stir crazy. I am also flat-assed broke which also doesn't help.
The best part of the year employment-wise is the fact that my former employer is beginning to face the karma that I have so deeply wished for, with Avalon getting hit with not one...not two...but three civil right's lawsuits, (two discrimination and one wrongful death suit), in the last three months of 2013 plus an investigation by the OSBI for a fight that was filmed by an inmate on an illegal cell phone and posted on You Tube, (also illegal).
The stink emanating from this has attracted national news magazines and that is something that the amateur golfers that run that corrupt abomination can't pay off with booze, whores or money.
While I am best suited for corrections work it can truly be said that Avalon Correctional Services has soured me on private corrections for the rest of my life. Of the two corporations I worked for in that business the previous one...Corrections Corporation of America (CCA)...is far and away the best, and Avalon doesn't eve deserve to be the janitor that cleans the door handle. I'd like to say I learned an important life lesson out of my five-year sentence in Avalon, (see what I did there?), but other than be wary of the lowest bidder I can't extract very much else out of it. I just hope the place burns. But this is not a disgruntled terminated worker rant.
The last couple of years you have read here that the 364 days that preceded the blog entry have been this side of intolerable. I won't say that about 2013, but being broke and jobless did not make it easy. For the first time, I will be filing a tax return that will not have any sort of W-2 attached to it . No refund coming, (not that I have had one since 2002, but that's another blog), and I won't have to pay any because I didn't earn anything. I sort of like that, but when I'm in my 70s...if I live that long...I'll be old and broke, as opposed to being middle aged and broke.
I said goodbye to a couple of friends at the end of the year, as you've read, and life plugged on. It was basically a "so what" sort of year. It was the 30th anniversary of the year I broke my right ankle...the one that was removed and replaced by the prosthetic and fixed one...and I hardly noticed.
I still have not been back on a trampoline in 30 years.
Other than that it was a "flyover" year. That's the best way I can describe it...2013 was the Oklahoma of the years. Nothing special, nothing to really report on. As 2014 looms on the horizon I can only hope I emerge this time next year, older, wiser and with some money in my pocket.
To my loyal readers...and all the bots who could care less...
Happy New Year.
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