I haven’t posted in forever because I have been really down in the dumps regarding the job situation. As most people probably know, the mortgage biz is definitely experiencing a slump, and work is scarce. Although I am not as bad off as some of my friends in the biz are- I do have somewhat of a job - my hours and paycheck have been sliced to ribbons. I have sent out numerous resumes and have received 1 response- for a sales job. (I’m not in sales, unfortunately.) What was really depressing, was talking to these recruiters, who have zero understanding about the actual position they are recruiting for. For instance, the ONE person who responded to my resume asked me, “If you got a loan, what would you do with it?” I felt like saying, “Why, I would line the rabbit cage with it, that’s what I’d do with it!”. Of course, I refrained from actually saying that, but I am sure my annoyance could be heard through the tone in my voice. I’m not very good at pretending to be bubbly, THAT’S WHY I AM NOT A FUCKING SALESPERSON!
My friend Kimba’s cat, Chloe is suffering from renal failure and is at the vet’s, trying to make a comeback. Please say a little prayer for her recovery.
Update: 06/15/06: Sadly, Chloe was not able to recover and had to be put down today. Having suffered through the deaths of 3 rabbits, 3 dogs, and the disappearance of 1 cat, I am familiar with the pain of losing a beloved pet. Godspeed, little Chloe, as you journey over the “rainbow bridge”.
Everytime I stay out late drinking, I end up saying the same damn thing the next morning, “Why did I stay out so damn late?”, or, “Whose idea was to open that last bottle of wine?” and last, but certainly not least, “Tired today…”.
I met Tera and Jackie (who are suffering from, “Love on the rocks…ain’t no big surprise….just pour me a drink and I’ll tell you some lies.” ) at Limerick’s around 6:00, then OLJ met us there about 9:00, and pretty soon, it was 4 ciders later, some deep-fried treats, and after midnight. ACK!
At least, no one listened to my ill-conceived suggestion to go to Fern’s afterwards.
I guess I can look forward to another non-productive day. (sigh)
a huge chile verde burrito from the Taqueria. Now I am off to wonder why I am still fat.
and this is my first blog post.
I know I am a bit late in jumping on the blogging-bandwagon, but then again, I was the last on my block to switch from vinyl to CD’s. (I still own a turntable, and no, I am not a DJ.) Right now, I am not going to focus on one particular point of view, subject, or frame of mind. As a friend so recently commented, “Focus, what focus?” My interests vary from day to day, because I probably have ADD. At this writing, my hobbies lie mainly with gardening, working on my 1914 Spanish bungalow in the LBC, hoarding animals and talking to gay guys on the internet. (I prefer “fruit-fly” over “fag-hag, thanks. The stereotype that gay guys have the best taste in food, home decor, etc., is happily true IMO.)
P.S. Most of what I say, should not be taken seriously.