Last night was for a late night walk.
Also, my Mirror Project submissions have skyrocketed as of late, doubling their number from one to two.
Thrilling Ankle Update II
– My toes are now a healthy pink, instead of a hip purple
– I can see that big bone on the outside of my ankle again. I was beginning to think it had dissolved.
– I can’t run, but, I can walk without limping (mostly), and take stairs a few at a time on occasion.
– Pain killers? We don nee no stinkin pain killers!
That is all. Return to your places of business
When are the pancakes coming in the mail? -Homer Simpson
I return triumphant.
Well, I’m back anyway. LA was gorgeous as always; and, for all you anonymous haters of the LA scene complaining of the crowds, the smog, the crime, the vapid blondes…oops, you’re wrong.
Spending time with true friends, is always a recharging experience. They know who you are, and what you’re about, and love you anyway. Of course, now I’m back and unemployed again, but this last weekend will serve as added motivation in hopefully finding a job in SoCal.
Screen goes wavy. “Friday, February 2nd, somewhere over California” appears briefly and then fades out. Scene opens in a plane. Our hero sits by the window in an emergency row with a group of three seats facing a similar group.
internal dialogue: There is an attractive girl sitting across from me reading a Kurt Vonnegut book (Breakfast of Champions). Obviously, she is my Dream Girl, and, I have absolutely nothing to say to her… I’m watching her face react to what she’s been reading, as she’s very expressive. I’ll have to tell her as much if she catches me staring.
*LATER*
Girl: Do you know the name of that island?
Dave: (sputtering) uhhhh, umm (looks out window to see what looks like the Santa Barbara coast) umm, I think that’s Santa Cruz island?
Girl: (incredulous) Santa Cruz?!
Dave: ummm, yes. It’s part of an island chain, there are a bunch of them out there…you know, like Catalina? They’re all part of the same chain.
Girl: Oooh…Hmm, I never knew that was there.
Dave: (babbling) Oh, there’s nothing out there, really; just a weather station or something. People go out there sometimes to go snorkeling or diving and whatnot. I should really be more sure about the name of that island, I used to go to school in Santa Barbara which was really nice exceptthatafterawhileyouforgetaboutthebeachbecauseyou’retoobusy (etc)
*LATER STILL*
scene opens at the baggage carousel. Our hero, and the Girl, have retrieved their bags and parting is imminent
Dave: Well, here’s the part where I make an ass of myself…
Girl: Really? How? Why?
Dave: Err, this is where I nervously ask you if I could call you sometime.
Girl: (pauses thoughtfully) OK
I’m going to L.A. for the weekend tomorrow, spurned on wings financed by my SoCal friends. The flattery associated with people liking you enough to transport you to them aside, it should prove to be a fun weekend. I suspect that drunken frivolity will abound.
In closing, a Moment of Zen. See you in a few…
Small Vindication
My old company bought me lunch today. It was partially, I think, to make up for taking me by surprise and booting me out (and the other two guys that got laid-off) so ignominiously last week. They wanted to me to understand that it wasn’t personal.
Things that made me smile:
– the multiple offers for help and job contacts
– that they might need me to do some consulting work
– that it now takes two of the remaining employees to do the job that I did
and, most of all:
– that I didn’t pay for lunch
Fred Willers was having a bad day. Well, this was not entirely true. More specifically, he was having a decidedly bad morning. In fact, even this was not completely accurate because he had just gotten up and was still staring forlornly at the water in his toilet as it finished flushing down his morning constitutional. Still, even with only this scant indication, Fred Willers was positive that he was already in the clutches of what was going to be, a decidedly bad day.
There comes a time in everyone�s Life when something in the Rhythm is incontrovertibly askew. Completely obvious to the inflicted individual; yet, the general populous remains conspicuously ignorant of it, greeting you with the same cheerful, vapid manner they always do, asking you about the weather, and lamenting last nights� box scores. Fred wondered to himself why no one else seemed to notice how the sky was the wrong shade of blue, the air smelled of something acrid, and the birds weren�t singing quite their same song. �Oh well, shake it off,� Fred mutters to himself as he forces his lips into a smile. �New day, new opportunities��
Turning from the open window he�d been gazing from to dress his aging body, Fred evaluated himself in the bathroom mirror. He was a little hairier, a little bigger around the middle, and a little more stooped; but even in the midst of his morning funk, Fred had to admit that it wasn�t all that bad for a middle-aged insurance adjuster with two kids, a homely wife who loved him, and a three car garage. Like most men, he felt that he was somewhere between 5 and 20 pushups from being in the same shape he was when he almost tried out for the football team in High School. Fred sticks out his gut and his tongue in the same instant, and slaps his protruding belly in mock disgust, mumbling to himself, �Better cover all this up before the ladies knock down the door!� Maybe this wasn�t going to be such a bad day after all. (and what was all that about acrid air?)
What’s better than having your caption chosen at Captions Blog? Being the subject.
I’ve added the ol’ resume link on the left. So, if you know someone who knows someone, let me know!
In other news:
I went out with some old friends from Lockheed days last night. It was the usual reminiscing about the Play-Do penis (I’ll have to tell you that story sometime, now), laughing about whatever, going to dinner, and generally just having a good time.
After which, much introspection ensued on reflections of Scott’s place in life. The stats:
– has a job
– has a house
– has a fiancee
– is a year younger than I
I don’t mean to infer that I would want to be in the same place, it was just odd to think how different my life is from his. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, etc, etc.
Adding Insult to Injury
I received a call from my bank today. They informed me that my most recent deposit was invalid as my Last Paycheck for Gainful Employment (LPGE) had not been signed by anyone. grrrrrrr. Urge to kill… rising!
In related news, the last time I went to the market, I spent $96.27. Today I racked up a mere $35.50, and I was still looking for things to take back.
Ariel referred me here, either to torture me with the irony, or to alert me to clearer sailing ahead.
In other news, today marks the first day of a Dave Sales Event!!! Over the next several weeks, sundry items will be going on sale via eBay at low, low prices. Find never before seen deals on slightly-used merchandise, can’t be beat prices on personal effects and memories, below market-value items of questionable legal origin…it’s all here! Stay tuned for exciting updates!
All sales final. Buyer will pay for S&H; and pho noodles. Signed items available upon request and after receipt of exorbitant fee.
