Well, it has been an interesting and eventful past few days, though only now is it starting to turn productive.
V.O.I.C.E., the company I was considering working for, has told me finally they went with another applicant. Awaiting their leisure to tell me if I was hired or not took up most of the 21st, and this meant that I ended up at Moot late.
Moot was smaller than I remembered it ever being this year. This June 21st marked the 8th annual Midsummer's Moot. What it lacked in quantity of its membership, it more than made up for in quality.
There was considerable drinking, food, and socializing to be had for all.
I have put in my FAFSA application and applied at Delta College for Network Technician. I have also applied to Delta College.
Finally, I've committed myself to finishing my first Novel this year. And at least two other short stories.
I am considering the Border Patrol as a new job possibility.
There is a lot going on, and I'm trying to stay on top of it. Now I must go and continue my documentation work to get continue financing my other ventures and buy the neccessities for the crew.
We've charted several courses, and now it's just a matter of which one turns out to be the most promising, which way the wind favors us.
~Jera
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The Death of MuaD'ib
Tonight my friend called me at around midnight.
He had left his house for no more than twenty to forty minutes.
When he returned home, he went down to feed the bunnies, and they were dead. The latch was open, and at least one has a broken neck. He had two. Mad Max and MuaD'ib.
Someone entered his home, and killed his pets. And the police are saying there is nothing they can do. What the hell do we pay them for anyways.
I'm deeply disturbed by this act towards my good and true friend. This was not a random act. My friend is sleeping with his pistol tonight, and his bedmate is loaded. I cannot blame him.
I am very disturbed about this.
There is little else I can say beyond this.
He had left his house for no more than twenty to forty minutes.
When he returned home, he went down to feed the bunnies, and they were dead. The latch was open, and at least one has a broken neck. He had two. Mad Max and MuaD'ib.
Someone entered his home, and killed his pets. And the police are saying there is nothing they can do. What the hell do we pay them for anyways.
I'm deeply disturbed by this act towards my good and true friend. This was not a random act. My friend is sleeping with his pistol tonight, and his bedmate is loaded. I cannot blame him.
I am very disturbed about this.
There is little else I can say beyond this.
Mirages and Illusions
What a strange occurance.
We sighted the fabled isle, and just as we're preparing to weigh anchor, it grows blurry and indistinct.
Two hours after my interview, I receive a call from my soon to be supervisor. She tells me that the second interview won't be necessary. My first thought is, "Great, excellent. I'm hired." Then she tells me to direct all questions to Dave, their director of Human Resources, and husband to owner. I ask if I'm hired, and she just repeats the imperative to talk to Dave.
I'm confused, and worried, and now wondering, and searching my memory without success, at what I did wrong.
I didn't talk to anyone in the company since I left the interview... so I doubt it was something I myself did. I'm on the edge of my seat.
~Jera
We sighted the fabled isle, and just as we're preparing to weigh anchor, it grows blurry and indistinct.
Two hours after my interview, I receive a call from my soon to be supervisor. She tells me that the second interview won't be necessary. My first thought is, "Great, excellent. I'm hired." Then she tells me to direct all questions to Dave, their director of Human Resources, and husband to owner. I ask if I'm hired, and she just repeats the imperative to talk to Dave.
I'm confused, and worried, and now wondering, and searching my memory without success, at what I did wrong.
I didn't talk to anyone in the company since I left the interview... so I doubt it was something I myself did. I'm on the edge of my seat.
~Jera
At long last, is this the new world?
For the past nine months, we've been adrift. Not lost, never lost. We like to refer to it as exploring. The destination is fabled "quality employment." The isle of good jobs. And today we sighted it.
It is a healthcare professional position. I have heard tales from about the fellow I'll be assisting. His name is Melvin. The teller of said tales is one Aldrich, who is my longtime friend and fellow army buddy.
The first interview went splendidly, and tomorrow I have another one at 10am to meet the owner of the company.
I'm really excited.
~Jera
It is a healthcare professional position. I have heard tales from about the fellow I'll be assisting. His name is Melvin. The teller of said tales is one Aldrich, who is my longtime friend and fellow army buddy.
The first interview went splendidly, and tomorrow I have another one at 10am to meet the owner of the company.
I'm really excited.
~Jera
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Drydock
The goodship Taurus, our beloved Ford, is in drydock.
She's suffering from an exceptionally odd case of electrical problems. Systems that should not be connected, fail and come back on at the same time, frequent and multiple times, so that removes any doubt it's mere coincidence. However, one of the engineers I can afford to have look her over said that they are utterly befuddled. Like many a vulcan scientist on the USS Wolf, he uttered the words, "That's not possible."
Luckily, I lacked a phaser set to stun, and so I just looked at him and said, evenly, "Well, it is not only possible, it is happening. So let us not consider the theoretical and philosophical implications this will have on your worldview, and suffer the epiphany later. At the moment, let us identify what the problem is."
He has, to this date, been unable to determine the problem. So I'm holding it up with the Ford... errr... Aerostar van. That is my beloved Serenity, if you've ever watched "Firefly" you'll understand the reference. Chunks of her chassis fall of with dismal regularity, but I'm oblivious to this and consider it "creative venting". And she is accumulating more vents.
But as rusted and old as she is, she is even more stubborn, and refuses to die. Her engine may sputter at times, and even shut off, but she always roars back to life, loudly and with the venting of much foul carbon vapours. And she goes.
Pressing the petal to the metal creates such a sound as to have visions of angry bee swarms descending upon your metal refuge, but she shoots ahead and shows considerable power for a boxy, unaerodynamic vehicle of her age. I love her to death. And some say that this vehicle will be the death of me. Still, she's a roomy coffin at the least.
Until our Ford is repaired, I'm dubious of the matter of "reliable transportation." As beloved as my van is, she is not reliable, and some wouldn't consider her a means of transportation anymore than they would consider being shot out of a cannon as a means of transportation. Though the cannon does have reliability on its side in their minds.
Still, my resources are sufficient for the time being, but not if there are vehicular repairs to be done. And my dear Taurus decided to fail just after we filled her gas tank. I find the irony in that not nearly enough to send me into fits of hysterics... just fits.
Well, we'll keep her safe in drydock until she's repaired of whatever ails her. And when she's good and ready, she'll be back on the road, a potent and visible reminder that pedestrians really should keep to the sidewalks.
Smooth sailing and god speed to you.
~Jera
She's suffering from an exceptionally odd case of electrical problems. Systems that should not be connected, fail and come back on at the same time, frequent and multiple times, so that removes any doubt it's mere coincidence. However, one of the engineers I can afford to have look her over said that they are utterly befuddled. Like many a vulcan scientist on the USS Wolf, he uttered the words, "That's not possible."
Luckily, I lacked a phaser set to stun, and so I just looked at him and said, evenly, "Well, it is not only possible, it is happening. So let us not consider the theoretical and philosophical implications this will have on your worldview, and suffer the epiphany later. At the moment, let us identify what the problem is."
He has, to this date, been unable to determine the problem. So I'm holding it up with the Ford... errr... Aerostar van. That is my beloved Serenity, if you've ever watched "Firefly" you'll understand the reference. Chunks of her chassis fall of with dismal regularity, but I'm oblivious to this and consider it "creative venting". And she is accumulating more vents.
But as rusted and old as she is, she is even more stubborn, and refuses to die. Her engine may sputter at times, and even shut off, but she always roars back to life, loudly and with the venting of much foul carbon vapours. And she goes.
Pressing the petal to the metal creates such a sound as to have visions of angry bee swarms descending upon your metal refuge, but she shoots ahead and shows considerable power for a boxy, unaerodynamic vehicle of her age. I love her to death. And some say that this vehicle will be the death of me. Still, she's a roomy coffin at the least.
Until our Ford is repaired, I'm dubious of the matter of "reliable transportation." As beloved as my van is, she is not reliable, and some wouldn't consider her a means of transportation anymore than they would consider being shot out of a cannon as a means of transportation. Though the cannon does have reliability on its side in their minds.
Still, my resources are sufficient for the time being, but not if there are vehicular repairs to be done. And my dear Taurus decided to fail just after we filled her gas tank. I find the irony in that not nearly enough to send me into fits of hysterics... just fits.
Well, we'll keep her safe in drydock until she's repaired of whatever ails her. And when she's good and ready, she'll be back on the road, a potent and visible reminder that pedestrians really should keep to the sidewalks.
Smooth sailing and god speed to you.
~Jera
Saturday, June 2, 2007
A Lengthy Journey
We are now heading out to see a young couple that is going to be married in July. We're travelling to meet them at their place, to do premarital counseling, and discuss plans for the wedding.
We should be gone from today until late tomorrow evening. I am very excited, as both these two are more than decent folk. I'm a little nervous, as this is the very first wedding I'll be presiding over, but I'm certain it will be fine. Just don't want to mess up on one of their most important days.
The place we're headed too is a small land known as Gowen. It is very much out in the middle of no-where. The trip is only 80 miles, but will take all of two hours.
And my daughter desires a "slooshi" on the way.
Well, time to cast off.
~Jera
We should be gone from today until late tomorrow evening. I am very excited, as both these two are more than decent folk. I'm a little nervous, as this is the very first wedding I'll be presiding over, but I'm certain it will be fine. Just don't want to mess up on one of their most important days.
The place we're headed too is a small land known as Gowen. It is very much out in the middle of no-where. The trip is only 80 miles, but will take all of two hours.
And my daughter desires a "slooshi" on the way.
Well, time to cast off.
~Jera
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