Light reading and other jobs

Wow! I'm glad I got that off my chest.

So, in one company it is all underground and the other I make sure people are doing their drugs. I think I'm reading them wrong.



Yeah, I'm reading them wrong, but they're funnier my way.

There's something in the way I read it ...

Let's see ... I could be a three year-old teacher. That's baby Einstein or Baby Genius (es). I could be a complaint leader -- man, would I rock that job! I could also be the manger of the Chicago Sox, or maybe not. What a wild, wild day.

eleven minus twleve

It isn't an equation, it was the temperature today and how it felt with "wind chill factor". -12 ... cold, cold, cold. It isn't rare, but odd considering the relative wimpy Winter we've had. I stepped out of my vehicle only a few times to take a couple of shots. I finally felt the unblocked wind and yikes, scurried back to the warmth of the recently running van for comfort. What a wimp!

I got to see what FW might be, with lots of businesses -- Lafayette and her sister West Lafayette. I was in Fishers (Indy) this morning driving for 75 mintues in the dark, which relented to charcoal and black like waste oil. Finally, at 8:08, the sun lovingly shown and brightened the city. Around Fishers the traffic nearly stopped. I heard on a radio ad about the "fastest way to warm your car is to drive it". The irony of me idling in traffic was not lost on me. It was an ad about the environment.

I got to my first interview early and needed it. I wondered within the building not finding the suite. On a door of another suite, was a handwritten note -- [name of comapny] is at end of hall. I then had time to spend before going to Lafayette. I looked for a coffee shop with wi-fi. I couldn't find a coffee shop, let alone one with wi-fi. I traveled up 65 was is starkly different than I-69. It is rough, not as well maintained. Also, the shanties are more visible than those on I-69. That's sad, really.

Throughout Indy there was Colts spirit. Sadly, the place I went this morning had "COLTS" printed correctly in the window, which means passersby would see colts backwars ... not well thought.

The man who interviewed my this afternoon was in a different field himself -- "someone who helped sex offenders , molesters. Some of them were M.R.+." At the end, he stated that I seemed like the best person he'd met so far and that he only had one person left. Well, that's hopeful.

This morning's interviewer was as frail as a Valentine's rose in April. She was probably my age, but noticeably frail.

+ mentally retarded at some level or to some degree

so, technically if I had worked since age 8

I could work for them.

I wonder how many 19 year olds have 10 years documented work.