Carrying on with my newly established tradition of writing my mid week journal entry at the open mic I've been attending for more years than I care to admit I find surprisingly little to say. Not that things didn't happen, but nothing has conclusively occurred. At least I don't feel as if anything has been decided, or come to any permanence.
I've had yet another job inquiry this morning. I initially scheduled the interview for it before I realized that there was no way in hell the car would take the drive to Ann Arbor every day. It's so sad to turn down work when you need it so bad, but I can't afford to burn out a car on a one month contract. The recruiter asked me what I needed to stay because he had some play with the rate. I quoted him with pre 9/11 numbers, and he stopped talking to me. Figures. I only added what it would cost in gas to the standard base rate for a project lead. No one wants to pay real salaries anymore.
On the brighter side, my resume is in to Ford management for that near perfect job, but there is no word back yet. I'm not getting my hopes up. If it happens I'll be throwing a party and break out that bottle of green poison. Green fairies anyone?
On a still brighter note, the missed romance on Saturday may not have been for not. The boyfriend is history as of yesterday and we have been talking on the phone. Oh how I love red heads. Will it lead to something fun and obscene? Who knows, but at least she's not blown me off. In the mean time, I'm still unattached...
Looking around me I see a rather interesting sight. A good portion of the old crowd is here tonight. It's been a long time since we've all been at the open mic at the same time. The music is pretty good and so far it's been all new kids. Non of the veterans have been up yet. Looks like a pretty good night of music for a change.
I feel like I'm approaching a cross road, but it still looks so far away. And is it just an illusion? Is there some cruel bridge less chasm just over the next ridge that will force me on to another path instead of letting me cross to the road of success that is just beyond my quickening foot steps? Not that it hasn't happened many times over the past few years, but just once I'd like for the bridge to still be there when I arrive.
I've had yet another job inquiry this morning. I initially scheduled the interview for it before I realized that there was no way in hell the car would take the drive to Ann Arbor every day. It's so sad to turn down work when you need it so bad, but I can't afford to burn out a car on a one month contract. The recruiter asked me what I needed to stay because he had some play with the rate. I quoted him with pre 9/11 numbers, and he stopped talking to me. Figures. I only added what it would cost in gas to the standard base rate for a project lead. No one wants to pay real salaries anymore.
On the brighter side, my resume is in to Ford management for that near perfect job, but there is no word back yet. I'm not getting my hopes up. If it happens I'll be throwing a party and break out that bottle of green poison. Green fairies anyone?
On a still brighter note, the missed romance on Saturday may not have been for not. The boyfriend is history as of yesterday and we have been talking on the phone. Oh how I love red heads. Will it lead to something fun and obscene? Who knows, but at least she's not blown me off. In the mean time, I'm still unattached...
Looking around me I see a rather interesting sight. A good portion of the old crowd is here tonight. It's been a long time since we've all been at the open mic at the same time. The music is pretty good and so far it's been all new kids. Non of the veterans have been up yet. Looks like a pretty good night of music for a change.
I feel like I'm approaching a cross road, but it still looks so far away. And is it just an illusion? Is there some cruel bridge less chasm just over the next ridge that will force me on to another path instead of letting me cross to the road of success that is just beyond my quickening foot steps? Not that it hasn't happened many times over the past few years, but just once I'd like for the bridge to still be there when I arrive.
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Redheads are my downfall...