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| The temp job was really just that . . . temporary. The temp agency
called me this morning just as I walked into the lobby of the building
where I was temping to tell me the temp assignment was over.
Great.
It would have been nice to get that piece of info before fighting my
way through morning traffic.
Looks like my days of wading through an office building full of
estrogen is over. It's back to the ranks of the unemployed. Such is
life.
I wasn't exactly thrilled with that particular job anyway.
My new roommate is working out okay. I mean, it's not like we
haven't lived together before. We did it for almost 17 or 18 years.
She works evenings so I really don't see too much of her.
On my way back home this morning I stopped and picked up
some candy for the little trick or treaters tonight. I rarely get trick
or treaters here but I want to be prepared just in case.
For me, now, it will be back to the old routine of job hunting.
Believe me, it's not as much fun as it sounds.
I've got to finish that book.
It's a moral imperative.
Yeah . . . | | |
| I have a temp job at a real estate auction place. I can't believe all
the women working at this place. I've never worked anywhere
with this many women before.
Every place I have ever worked has been male dominated. It is a
strange feeling to be working around so many females.
More to follow . . .
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| Got back into town Sunday afternoon. The drive down to my mom's
seemed longer than the drive back. Usually it's the other way around.
So, what did I do at my mom's? Work my ass off.
The first day there Drake and I cleared water lilies from around the
boat dock. The damn things grow like weeds. The lilies do have some
of the prettiest purple flowers I have ever seen.
The second day I cut wood. A sever storm had passed through the
area about a week before we drove down and it had knocked several
trees down. I used a chainsaw and wood splitter to cut the wood up.
Mom's lake house has a fire place so the wood will come in handy
this winter.
Despite the work I had a good time visiting with my mom. We always
build a large fire outside and sit around it cooking marshmallows or
hotdogs and talking.
It looks like my exwife will be staying in my spare bedroom for awhile.
I guess her and her fiance broke up and she doesn't have anywhere
else to stay.
My mom asked me if that was going to be a problem for me and I told
her it wouldn't. We get along okay despite everything that happened
between us.
It will be nice to have someone here to pay part of the bills. Christmas
is just around the corner and I need the financial help so I can buy at
least a few presents for Drake.
He's a good young man though (I almost said "kid" but he's really not
a kid anymore) and he doesn't ever ask for much.
I do feel sad for my exwife, though. She's going through the same thing
I went through when she left me. It's strange how life can work out that
way isn't it?
To be honest I didn't wish this upon her. I really wanted her to get
married and be happy. I was looking forward to her not having my last
name anymore. I guess some things are just not meant to be.
I've learned that people change. They fall in and out of love and there
really isn't any rhyme or reason to it. It just is.
I had to let go of her and now she will have to let go of him. Letting go
is a hard thing to do. You want so badly to hold on to what you had.
It can feel like you are clinging to a life raft after the ship has gone down.
You hold on with all your strength, afraid to let go. Afraid of what will
happen if you do. How will I survive if I let go?
I know now that letting go was the best thing I have ever done. | | |
| It was dark and drizzly most of the day. It's still overcast but
the light rain has stopped. Right now there is a slight mist in
the air. You can feel it on your skin and see it hanging in the
air because there isn't any wind.
Had a hard time falling to sleep the past few nights. Not sure
what's up with that. I don't think anything is bothering me. It's
just when I lay down to go to sleep I'm suddenly wide awake.
Instead of getting up I lay there, thinking.
Road trip on Thursday. Drake will be out of school Thursday
through Monday for fall break so we are driving down to
visit my mom in Texas. I'm looking forward to getting away
for awhile.
Not that going to my mom's place is a big adventure but it is
a change of scenery. She said they were getting a lot of rain
down there also so the lake water level is high.
I need to check the oil level in my truck before we take off
Thursday morning.
Drake is playing Kingdom Hearts II.
I just finished cleaning the kitchen after cooking dinner. It
was nothing elaborate, Hamburger Helper and Stove Top
Stuffing.
Now I'm here, typing. Trying to think of something interesting
to say but nothing is coming to mind.
Sometimes I will think of something interesting to blog about
and I will think to myself, "I need to remember that so I can
blog about it," but when I sit down my mind goes blank and
for the life of me I can't recall what I wanted to say.
It must not have been that important.
What is important? I'm still breathing, my heart is beating, the
world is still spinning, and somewhere, up above the thick
dark low hanging clouds, the sun is shining.
Although soon it will be setting, slowly disappearing around
the curve of the earth not to be seen again until morning.
Uh oh, it's raining again. I can hear it outside, pouring down
the rain gutter and splattering on the balcony. The balcony door
is open so the sound of rain is rather loud. I can hear cars
outside in the parking lot as people start to arrive home from
work.
Car tires making that sound that car tires make when the
street is wet, splashing through puddles. A dog barks
somewhere outside as it is taken for a walk in the rain.
The coffee in my coffee cup has grown cold. I need to go and
pour me a fresh hot cup.
The world is peopled by people. So much so that we are
slowly pushing everything else in the world away. | | |
| . . . if you believe beauty is everything.
I read online this morning that Kate Beckinsale was selected by
Espuire magazine as the sexiest woman alive. No doubt, she is a
very beautiful woman.
I have been around and worked closely with beautiful women
over the years. I find it interesting to see how most men act
around a woman who is extremely attractive. Most men cannot
see past the beauty and therefore do not take them too seriously.
Now, if you are an attractive woman you may not believe that is
true. I hate to burst your bubble but it is.
The only thought running through most men's Cro-Magnon brains
is, "I wonder what she looks like naked." or, "What are my
chances of getting her into bed."
More than a few of the beautiful women I worked with were as
smart as they were pretty.
Unfortunately beauty, whether you believe it or not, can work
against you. A lot of men will automatically believe a beautiful
woman isn't very smart because she has gotten by on her looks
most of her life.
It's true that there are women who do that.
A smart beautiful woman knows she is attractive but she's smart
enough to know beauty isn't everything. These women also have
to deal with the jealousy of other women.
I think men find a smart pretty woman much more intimidating
than a woman who has the physical beauty but not much going
on upstairs.
Perhaps these men are afraid a smart and beautiful woman will
see through their bravado.
Knowing I had a snowballs chance in hell of ever being with a
woman like that I usually treated them like a sister or a male
counter part, which only increased my already slight chance of
never being with such a woman.
It's surprising how many smart attractive women operate under
the age old female adage, "You have to be a bitch if you want
to get rich."
I can find a smart woman who may not be considered that pretty
very attractive. As long as she doesn't rub it in my face, her IQ
I mean. You know, like when you're out with friends and she's
constantly correcting everything you say or embellishing on your
smallest statement as though you are mildly retarded.
Men do the same thing to women all the time.
When I was married I honestly believed my wife was smarter
than me. That was until she became involved with drugs, then
my opinion of her intelligence dropped quite a bit.
But I guess even the smartest of us can make big mistakes.
Maybe the smarter you are the bigger the mistake can be. | | |
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