A Calendar for All Seasons
With the dog days of summer ahead of us, this calendar seems particularly appropriate.
Yes, it's a real item and it's really for sale.
Ramblings on politics, film, music, literature, current events, pop culture, lists, dirty words, trapezoids, birds, cartoons and any other damned thing that strikes my synapses. A 39ish-year-old freelance journalist and writer living with his wife and baby daughter in the hardscrabble environs of Oklahoma, Chase McInerney now spends much of his time frozen in stark, cold sweat-inducing, gut-percolating fear. For it will be soon ... yes, very, very soon.
With the dog days of summer ahead of us, this calendar seems particularly appropriate.
posted by Chase McInerney @ 7:20 AM 1 comments
Okie Blogger Round-up 2006
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Dog Days of Summer
I really wish that I had something, anything, interesting and exciting to say. Sorry to let you down, folks, but my life has been astonishingly mundane for the past two weeks. It's absurd, it really is.
Still jobless, bordering on hopeless. I have seriously filled out 20 applications (that's probably not too much of an exaggeration...I would list them for you, but I don't want to use up all of brainevent's bandwith) and still no luck. No one wants to hire me because I am going away (what a joke that I am even using the term "away") to school in the fall. Not even crappy stupid dumb jobs like grocery stores will even call me back.
I had a semi-promising interview with Starbuck's last week. Can't say it would be my first choice, but I'm a little past being choosy. Anyway, I talked with a guy who wasn't even a manager, but wanted to talk to me to get out of doing real work. When he actually told me this, I could tell that this would be my kind of place. We talked about the actual job for all of three minutes (and in those three minutes he told me exactly how to lie to the manager to get the job. Ha), and then talked about UNT for another 30 minutes. He was hilarious and nicer than anything. sportsbook He told me he'd put in a good word with the manager for me. However, the manager had gone on vacation, so it would be another week before I'd hear anything. :::sigh::: The week is about up, so I am going to call in the next couple of days to see if I should just go ahead and kill myself. http:www.enterbet.com
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