Job Searching

March 12, 2012

To bad there isn’t a box I can check stating, Scared to Death. It would forgive any mistakes I made in the cover letter after I send it out. I know from experience one mistake can prevent you from getting a job. I kicked myself when I didn’t send a follow up saying, “I did see I made this mistake after I sent it.” But company probably would have still told me to bad. Maybe do better next time. Wish I sent a cover letter with a resume recently to a job in Georgia. Guess I don’t have to worry about moving.

Scared to death because it has been so long since I’ve had a job, I wonder if I even know if I’m going in the right direction. Scared to death because I’m tired of the 9-5 grind in a dull office with no or so few windows that look out at another gray building. Tired of working my ass off and getting nothing because I didn’t participate in the employee ass kissing contest so I’m ignored.

Wish I could be some genus and think of some great idea and I could be the boss or co-boss of. Don’t have the mind for it. To fearful. Wish I could stop searching, stop worrying, and just be happy.

Runaway

March 9, 2012

Just pack up and leave. Never to return. Travel the world through road-trips and flights. See history, concerts, and art in architecture. Let natures colors change with the location of latitude and longitude. Find a little apartment in another town or city and take some random job that pays the bills and leaves a little left over for savings and fun stuff. Forget all the people from the past. Meet new people for the future or just right now.

Boredom

February 26, 2012

I just don’t seem to be interested in anything. It is looking like a dull night. The Oscars have messed with my TV watching tonight. I have a book I must finish but I can’t seem to sit and read it. Only the hum of the refrigerator, the click of the clock, and the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard. 

One way to fight my boredom is with writing but even this has come difficultly.

Random Thoughts today:

Why haven’t I read any Hunter S. Thomas? I am finding some quotes I like and now I wonder if I would like his writing. This puts me at a disadvantage since I promised myself I wouldn’t buy anymore books this year (at least during lent) without reading some of the ones I own and haven’t read yet. 

There is always the Library.

Quotes:

“Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death” 
– Hunter S. Thompson

and

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” 
– Hunter S. Thompson

Oh and the question from earlier. Should I start another Tumblr to just reblog and keep this one just for my experimental writing. Still thinking about that. Maybe just keep it the way it is. Liking and posting.

Now some physical writing….maybe.

Hungover

February 20, 2012
My mouth is thick. My cheeks grow with every scratchy word. I am dishonest for pretty words. I trip over myself and secrets bruise memories. A fuzzy mess of desire. Not just flesh but mind. Both pink and ripe. An easy target. Dying for a time before. But everything is blue, purple, and black dripping with nothings. Hunt me. Find me. Destroy me.

Thank You Ravenswood Wine

February 15, 2012

Time to gush about Ravenswood Wine. Not only are their wines amazing but their customer service, even better.

I had to wait to post this because this gift was for someone else and I didn’t want to give away the present! It was more of a replacement gift.

We visited Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma California about two years ago. We tried tasty wines and walked away with their (If I remember correctly) complementarity Ravenswood logo wine glass with the black etching. Sometime after returning from the trip, I was doing the dishes for this person. The glass somehow cracked up the cup portion of the wineglass in the drain board. This person was very nice about it and now the glass just stands on a shelf. I don’t know why I didn’t think of replacing the glass sooner.

On their website you can only purchase their wine. I emailed them and I spoke to Kristin. She was so nice and helpful. I had told her I was in no rush but they shipped it fast and packed the glass well.

I will never touch/wash this person’s new glass. I should have ordered two so I could be better prepared if I crack another one but I know the people at Ravenswood wine are there to help me and my clumsiness.

If you ever get the chance to go to California, visit Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma.

Distance

February 10, 2012

I saw you but I don’t think you saw me. You were maybe a half a block away with your black windbreaker and red scarf hung loose around your neck. I had a feeling you would be out walking.
I didn’t call out to you. You were just out of range. I figured we would keep walking towards each other but then you turned the corner. Did you see me? I had my phone. I could have contacted you in someway but I just walked on.

Sunday, Dull Day

January 15, 2012

Sunday is such a slow day. If you want to do something, you are forced to do nothing.

Drive till it is Monday. The roads filled with few cars. Just speed along looking at the death around you left brown and bare. There is a smell of snow with warm air under the cold breeze. The sound of scurry could be an animal moving the lifeless leaves looking for a green of food or just the wind tricking you. You could be the only life left in this bitter air.  Trees have cut off leaves of nutrient and confiscated for themselves.  You are cut off from people. You put behind you people and people forget about you.