Masterminx

I don't know if 'sucky' is a word, but it ought to be.

I had an early interview with a scrunch-faced old secretary-come-investment counselor. She was a nice enough lady, but the job situation was really ugly. It was a 2-man crew, who had never hired a third in the 9 years they'd been together. They needed a receptionist and general 'worker bee' to pick up their slack.

My employment was based, in part, on my credit report. Screw that.

I felt my confidence slipping before I even got there. I was held up at a light, and had to sit through the green, yellow, and another red because a tow truck was blocking the street. It was backing into a place on the west side of the street, so we all had to wait. The delay was killing me.

Who do you think was driving the damned tow truck? Yep, **JE**. Fat, bearded, lying sonofabitch. Why isn't he dead yet? Don't know.

After the interview, I got an IOU from the parking garage attendant because I didn't have any cash to pay for the hour that I was interviewing. Sad.

The luck-beckoning Chinese cat is in action on my desk. Hopefully, it knows something I don't.

I've grown pretty tired of looking for work. I'd much rather become a recluse.

The forums are depressing me, again. I should change my name to 'threadreaper' because discussions die as soon as I post a contribution to them. **TS**, ever my cheerleader, says it's because I am too smart. I have a feeling it's more of a matter of me being unable to mesh with strangers.

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