I should be outdoors doing something productive or...outdoorsy. It's 65 and sunny here and I'm at the computer screen updating my resume for the next bombardment of begging and pleading for gainful employment. Yes, begging AND pleading. I'm willing to do both. Not much more though, I'm with manfriend. Though ask me four years ago, my standards of behavior were lower. Too bad for you.
So I live in THE SMALLEST EFFING TOWN EVER and no one is hiring. Which, ya know, is to be expected. It's small and I'm not a carpenter nor a mechanic...nor willing to work at
a nuclear power plant. I like my things in correct numbers-no need for an extra boob or ear or something otherwise weird to most people. Again, my standards waver.
I used to live in New Orleans, and it's quite large and with more jobs than some places. But it's a town that, even with great paychecks, will eat not only your paycheck but your good sense if you let it. So I continue to look and have some great prospects in towns like D.C. and NYC, where the cost of living will not only eat my paycheck but my good sense, if I let it.
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