Drinking Fountains are Shorter Than They Used to Be.

Drinking Fountains are Shorter Than They Used to Be.

It’s been a week and and some change into the job search and I’ve already shipped off a hefty amount of resumes to places all around. Now we sit on pins and needles and await to see if we get a bite anywhere. Job Searching can get one down. I’m trying to stay up, but some days it tis’ a fleeting task. Maybe it will all be worth it and I’ll finally find the position that I was made for, like a ginger friendly Zamboni Driver type position that’ll pay well and also keep my mother in-law and other sworn enemies at bay. Oh, I kid, well sort of.

Lots of outside chatter has been happening here at Deleted Inc. I’ve decided to plug my ears with wrasslin’, gardening, birding and my earphones sos I can listen to my music. I’ve gotten back into the arthole/carhole/garage and started a new non-digital piece. I’m going to throw some watercolor on it and see what happens. This is a part of the ol’ faceless businessman kick that I’ve been on for the past life or so.

Freelance has screeched to a halt which is sort of not the best timing with the loss of employment, but alas tis’ the nature of the beast. I have a few clients that haven’t paid so I’ll be tuning up the goon squad to shake down some folks. Just kidding, I wish I had a goon squad, but I’ll just wait until they can pay me.

Well, that’s about it for the bloggy blog post. Until next time, COURAGE.