27DEC08, Already

Belated Merry Christmas everyone. I do sincerely hope you and yours had a wonderful day.
God bless.

And an early Happy New Year.

Promise, I'll be blogging again soon.

Anonymous

Anonymity.

Under the veil of anonymity some choose to release a triad of anti comments. Anti comments being just that, they are against whatever the blog owner has said; be it conservative or liberal; pro gun or anti-abortion; waxed smooth of full on natural, they disagree and believe you need to know it. One has to wonder, do they seek out a blog and subject to pick on? Do they look for a link someplace and launch an attack? To what end? I mean what is the purpose? Should I be mad? Should I post cuss words back at them so they can grin and boast that they have hurt my feelings? Do I post pictures of my tears and call them ‘bully’? heh, I make myself laugh.

Trust me when I say, “Scarlet, I don’t give a damn!”, and you are not nor will you ever be ‘my friend’. You are a coward.

‘Anonymous’ has chosen these posts (1, 2, 3, 4 and 5) to slander and assault *cough* me, though I do find the attempts humorous. Much like a heavy weight prize fighter would find the bantering jabs of his diapered, snotty nosed 3 year old. Humorous in the feeble attempt, laughing at the fact that they mean nothing.

There is even a complement in there, back handed as it may be, yet it still strikes my funny bone.

I must ask, do you or any of your troll brethren think you really bother me? Do you really believe that your powers of persuasion and your mastery of the English language are so superior that in 500 or so words you will change the core of my being?

Surely you know you are only lying to yourself.

This is my house, my blog, my journal. It is written for me. Everyone is welcome to read and even comment. But behind the veil of anonymity… please. Did your parents not teach you some level of respect for others? Alas, I suspect not. If they did, it has been lost on the empty space between your ears. Still, I bet they ARE proud…

Here, you know my name, my e-mail and many personal things about me. Yet you choose to reveal nothing. Lending nothing to your credibility. Because I know nothing about you, I choose to dub thee Scarlet. (Tom was taken) Not the southern lady in the infamous movie of old but the color, the deep dark sometimes black color of blood soaked rags. You know, the effervescent cloth layered with the stench of decay and rot that can only come from life that has not succeeded. Yes Scarlet, you are the discarded pad that is thrown away several times a day by nearly every woman in the world… about once a month. For that is all the longer you will last. Next year I will still be here, writing. You will be gone and forgotten thrown away with the putrid refuse, to be consumed by the starving dogs of your own hatred.

Believe me when I say, “Scarlet, I don’t give a damn”, that it is about you, your beliefs and the European country you rot in. You are not welcome here. You are not my friend. I will not keep you around here any longer than any lady keeps her rags.

Any more fantasy words of persuasion you care to share should be limited to your own blog, for your own mother. Because, really? Who else cares?

Catching up

Wow! Has it really been over a week… 5th to 15th, guess so.

With no job you probably are wondering what I am doing… Had to do one of the hardest things ever last Monday. KF, the facility manager, had me come back in after 5:00 pm and empty my desk.

Computer files and paper files took over 2 hours and I forgot one whole drawer. Got friends on the inside that will get the last few things for me. 17 years of work life fits, albeit, not so neatly, in the trunk of my car… plus one box on the back seat and one on the front seat. Slept till noon Tuesday, that was a bad day.

I think I know what depression feels like.

I just got the boxes out of the car today. Still can’t stand to look at or in them.

What else… Oh yeah! Saturday the 6th the IPGR had it annual Christmas party. The missus agreed to drive me home so I had a few. By 11:00 I was, how could I describe it, aahhh, yes “Shit Faced”! I haven’t seen any photographic evidence but I think it is out there. If I find some, I’ll post them. I remember a Hairy chest contest, barely. Missus says I won. Somewhere in there I was relegated to water. And some one (D who shall remain nameless C) has this physical anomaly when he does shots, his nipples get hard (so he says, I personal have not witnessed this oddity of nature). All of the wimmen folks had to feel this condition and confirm it was true. Then Angle (a guy) commented on ‘not getting to feel’ and was acting all pouty… I lost it. And of course it was just as I had taken a big mouthful of water. I blew, a.k.a. showered, everyone with mouth spray and about choked myself. Just in case she reads this, Dawn, I am SOOoooo sorry. (She caught the majority of it on the back of her head.) hahah ahem…. *snort* I really am sorry. *wipes tear*

Good times!

The ex-co-workers had a ‘going away thing’ for me at a local tavern on Wednesday. I don’t know why everyone thinks I want to do shots… It was a good time. Got to say g’bye to everyone. The 4th, the last day at work, was a, ‘by, see ya’ thing. They wouldn’t let me back to my desk, just wanted me out the door.

My half brother surprised us by coming to town the end of last week, so we had dinner with him. It’s been about 3 years since we’ve gotten together; it was good to see him. The wife says we are sooo alike, it’s scary. Makes one wonder how much of your personality is genetic and not learned. We grew up in separate families but we look more alike and act more alike than my full blood brother. Weird.

Went to the local Steelers bar this Sunday. Good gawd what a nail biter. Still a little horse from all of the screaming.

That brings us pretty much current.
I'm throwing resumes at everything I can right now. I did get a severance but it will run out, and that make knots in my stomach.

The Ultimate Rejection Letter

In trying to keep a stiff upper lip and a good attitude... the missus sent this. Made me smile, had to post it. Think I'll keep it on file for some of the inevitable rejection letters I'll be getting soon.
**************

Herbert A. Millington
Chair - Search Committee
412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University
College Hill, MA 34109

Dear Professor Millington,

Thank you for your letter of March 16. After careful consideration, I
regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me
an assistant professor position in your department.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually
large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field
of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in
rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at
this time. Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor
in your department this August. I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,
Chris L. Jensen

Change

Sometimes you choose change, sometimes it is forced upon you.

I was working on a 'bad blogger' post trying summarize all of the things that have been going on, what I've been doing.

But...

Today, my boss showed up unannounced.

As of 2:45 today, me and my position at JLG have been eliminated.
It is going to get interesting over the next couple months.

Maybe I'll have more time to blog, maybe I won't want to blog.

Time will tell.