In which I guess it’s Tuesday

I’ve applied to… five different jobs today?  Six?  Something in there– and I’m playing phone tag with someone who called me.  So hopefully we’re getting somewhere.

What I haven’t done is thought or done anything interesting enough to warrant a blog post, so you’re gonna get another Prince video, because I’m at OtherJob tonight so there won’t be a late post tonight one way or another.

Let’s pretend that I’m focusing on my speech for the wedding.  That makes it sound like I’m doing something.

In which I need a new attitude

rage1.pngI feel like that video yesterday didn’t get enough attention, guys.  That shit was genius, on a number of levels, and deserves to be appreciated properly.  Go watch it.  (And, to be clear, Child cleans Ramsay’s clock.)

I’ve been in either a towering rage or a pit for most of the last couple of days, and I’m really trying to find a way to shake the mood heading into the weekend.  You may already have guessed that I didn’t get a call back from that job interview last week; I got a shot of confidence on Friday when my online resume, which on a typical day gets no traffic at all, got 27 hits from 3 viewers, two of whom Googled my name to find it.  It got three more on Monday.  The interview was last Tuesday and the interviewer told me I’d either get a call from him or an email from his assistant in “Oh, a week?”.  We’re at ten days; I’m assuming that writing on the wall is as legible as I think it is at this point.  So back to square one, again.

I’ve started applying for sales jobs, because fuck it– probably five or six of them in the last couple of days.  We’ll see if that gets me anywhere.  People need to sleep, right, and sit on things?  And occasionally, like, place things on top of other things?  Sure they do.  I can sell shit.  Why not.

The good news is that I think I’m going to blink and the next two weeks are going to evaporate.  My brother’s wedding is June 4th, once I’ve recovered from that the primary election season finally ends on June 7th, and then I’m tuning politics the fuck out until the conventions.  Or at least I’m going to try.

In which I approve of motherhood

Big thumbs up to all the moms out there.  Please continue to, as they say, do you.  Or not, if you’d prefer otherwise.

xfy9qj9cheppk0yhxf8t.gifMy brother and his fiancee are in town for the holiday, and we got together yesterday to go over details for the ceremony, which I’m officiating– totally a bucket list item checked off there.  I am currently on my fourth draft of the benediction, and by “fourth draft” I mean I have written three entirely different speeches and rejected all of them, including one that was nearly entirely references to movies and TV shows and songs that I mostly wrote to get it out of my system.  My own proclivities as a writer are sort of working against me here; I do sincerity best when seasoned with anger and outrage, and… well, that’s not entirely appropriate to standing in front of a roomful of a couple hundred friends and family and the occasional random stranger and marrying my brother off.  I need to do genuine sincerity here, and sincerity about life and love and a whole lot of other things that my Midwestern sensibilities make me occasionally reticent about speaking of in front of other people, and I need to do it without using the word “bullshit” or saying “labia” even once because that will scandalize people and apparently the officiant at a wedding isn’t supposed to do that.

There were meow jokes in one of the drafts.  This is the level I’ve descended to.  You can see there is still some work to be done.

Maybe one meow.

On the other hand, I managed to work a Princess Bride reference into the ceremony itself, so I probably ought not to press my luck any further.

Now turn the computer off and go hug your mom.  Or the nearest available mom surrogate.

In which the world sends me mixed messages

On the one hand, I got neither of the two jobs I interviewed for last week.  I really, really thought I was done with this, guys.  Hearing that I didn’t get called back for one of them because the boss thought I was probably smarter than her was just the icing on the cake.

On the other hand, the wife has taken the day off and I get to go see this in a bit:


So… will there be a second post later today?  Probably.

Team Iron Man, btw.

What shall we talk about?

ronald-lacey-as-major-arnold-toht-in-raiders.jpgWell, the A to Z challenge is over.  I finished it, which shouldn’t surprise anyone as the last day I missed a post was in December of 2014.  So getting through April wasn’t that difficult of a job.

That said, I did it wrong.  A to Z is supposed to be about meeting people and interacting with other blogs, and I failed to do any of that.  I got my little posts done and had them pop first thing in the morning and let them serve as an excuse to not do a whole damn lot of other writing or exploring new blogs, which is not what the month was supposed to be about.  It also didn’t help with sales any.  Sales in general lately have been miserable, and that’s basically entirely on me; I’ve not been marketing smartly–  hell, I’ve not been marketing at all, basically, short of some passive links on the website.  My last few sales went unadvertised because I didn’t feel like pushing them.  So no surprise when they don’t result in untold riches and massive fame.

Let’s see, what else?  I had two interviews for two different jobs in the last week or so that I’m hoping to hear back from soon.  Hoping to get back on the horse and get some fiction done this week, too.  Now that it’s May I can officially say that I’ve been looking for a new job for a year, so I’m well beyond the point where I’m tired of it.  Hell, I’m tired of saying I’m tired of it. I’m sure y’all are tired of hearing about it.  So, c’mon, two jobs.  Hire my ass.

And the primary is tomorrow.  Turns out I haven’t voted early like I usually do and it’s unlikely that I’ll get out early and do it today.  We’ll see if I get a sticker tomorrow.  I never get a damn sticker.