Odds and Ends of My Cluttered Mind
Profunksticated’s in his final week with the social services consulting firm and there is no proposal to work on. I’m pretty much being allowed to sit here and get paid while gig-searching and web-surfing.
Spent this past weekend at home with The Spouse and two boys. It was nice. The Spouse was feeling herself, as she described it, as we drove into Philly for a doc’s appointment. She popped in a CD she burned with stuff like Kanye (Gold Digger), Ludacris (Number One Spot) and some Outkast (Hey Ya!) That ain’t like her. She’s usually listening to gospel. Hmmm….
I can drive back and forth on I-95 with my eyes closed. OK, no I can’t. I wonder why, when drivers cross the Delaware Memorial Bridge from Delaware into New Jersey, they’re greeted with a sign that says “80 miles to the Cape May-Lewes Ferry”? What’s the point? They just left Delaware. Why drive 80 miles to the southern tip of NJ to catch a ferry back into Delaware?
My hands hurt from typing. My shoulder hurts from moving a mouse. My thumb hurts from scrolling my CrackBerry. I’m afraid of carpal tunnel surgery.
I’ve been applying to a fair number of open federal positions – mostly writer-editor jobs. Filling out those online questionnaires is a pain. Especially those questions that ask if you’ve ever created new processes for getting work done. I want to write “Hell no, I was a good little boy who did what he was told and followed the processes already in place!!!” If I could hook on with Uncle Sam, I’d ride the job out for at least the next 15 years, when I’ll be 63. (*Shudder*)
My landlady, the semi-retired teacher, has been beating me over the head, saying I should write a book. She’s co-authoring a book on living with sickle-cell anemia. She says she wishes she met me earlier, because I’d be her co-author. Her current co-author has tended at times to be MIA, she tells me. “I wish I had your talent!!” she exclaims. That’s nice to hear. She’d probably strangle me if she ever saw this blog.
But I don’t have a book in me right now. And if I do pen a tome, it would be based on Pro’s real life adventures to the point that some folk I know – including family – might recognize themselves and never speak to me again. My book would be something along the lines of Jill Nelson’s Volunteer Slavery, only fictionalized. Perhaps these blog posts could yield something readable, and more importantly, marketable. A bruh is gonna want to get pizzaid, ya feel?
Got an estimate for the damage to the van – about $2,500. An appointment with a body shop is pending. The Venture’s front end took the impact like a champ and is still drivable. My insurance is covering the repair, minus the $500 deductible. Covering the deductible is the insurance policy of the van I hit; it also will cover the cost of the rental car.
Still, I have to ask myself why I’m driving a minivan around Washington, D.C.? To a man, driving a minivan is the one tangible sign that his life is no longer his own. Thank God it’s a lease that we turn in next month.
I miss my 1999 Caddy DeVille – check that, no I don’t. Unleaded premium’s pushing what, $4.50 a gallon?
Peace.
LOL on so many of your random thoughts..
A man in a mini van in DC…YEAH your stock has definitely dropped! LOL
Voluntary Slavery..if Jill hadn’t written it I would have to try to. I live it.
I think the Fed application is designed to run away the faint of heart. I think they figure
if you can make through the on line application with your sanity, you can definitely make it
here.
I’m about to miss my truck. With premium gas at $4.50, I’m on the bus!
Philly, Jill named a few names I know personally. I’m glad I didn’t she didn’t know me, or she probably would have included my then-hapless ass in her memoir.
And I want a job in the District so I can take the Metro to work. I don’t care what folks say, it’s still the best subway system in the United States, hands down! Driving in Northern Virginia is the pits. Thanks for visiting!!
Comment by onefromphilly — June 11, 2008 @ 3:27 pm
This was funny. I’ve been wondering how your job search was going.
Since a tell-all book is out, what’s your second choice? You got to get on your grind bruh man and pump something out.
A, I don’t know, maybe some kind of “how-to” or historical type thing. Hard for me to say right now. Thanks for your encouragement.
Comment by A — June 11, 2008 @ 10:48 pm
as many books as there are in the universe, i am in awe of those who think about or actually decide to write one, like you and A. i can’t imagine having that much to say about anything. i’ve toyed with the idea but don’t know if i have it in me.
i hope you do decide to write - that would be awesome.
Dragonfly, I used to dream of writing books as a kid. I loved Beverly Cleary’s books (the Henry Huggins series and The Mouse and the Motorcycle). I thought I could do that. Instead I ended up writing about real-life drama on a daily basis that was printed on dead trees and sold to the public for a quarter. LOL!
Comment by dragonflysoul — June 12, 2008 @ 1:36 pm
i had the Mouse and the Motorcycle too!!! i still remember that lavender cover with that little mouse wearing a helmet on the front!!! LOL
and my sister and i loved and had all the Ramona and Beezus books
i think i still have at least one of them in my box of children’s books i’m saving for my yet-to-be-born kids.
Ramona and Beezus, indeed!! Don’t forget Ribsy!!
Comment by dragonflysoul — June 12, 2008 @ 4:45 pm