I have
held my tongue
held my breath
held my heart
for way too long.

I just can't keep it in any longer
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If you are offended by the occasional wirty dord, obscenity, or naked truth please put on your sunglasses.

Wait.

I think you should all put on your sunglasses.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

How's the New Job Going?



At the moment, I am a double felon with a conviction for Misuse of 911, so my job is developing patience. 

Patience as I learn the judgement in the appeal I won in 2014 was never filed.  Patience while the search for the transcript from the appeal hearing continues.  Patience as my urge to turn against myself for engaging That Situation in the first place is at an all-time high.

I appreciate this situation.

I appreciate this situation.

I appreciate this situation.

I appreciate the CRAP out of this situation SO MUCH that it’s getting transformed as I type.

To turn this vibration around, I’m listing the jobs I appreciate I didn’t get:

  • A position for which my education and experience is in alignment (this was a blessing in disguise as failing the background check for this is how I discovered the judgement in my appeal was never filed);
  • A position at a locally-owned retail shop (no background check required);
  • A position at a restaurant owned by an acquaintance who knows my story.  She politely turned me down, saying I had to put my giftings to better use (true);
  • A position with an organization that specializes in hiring people with colorful backgrounds;
  • A teaching position (basic mathematics and Algebra) with a Christian university (no background check required);
  • A position with a European company seeking an American professional (I’ve also done hard time in the corporate world) who’s an expert in both English and math (no background check required); and,
  • A position with an academic support company doing voice-over work “enthusiastically” reading statistics textbooks (no background check required)
I’m perfectly and uniquely qualified for all of those positions, right?

That’s what I thought.

I’m still a bit unsteady and so it takes longer than one might think to pick myself up and dust myself off and start all over again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I know something’s gotta give and I’m pretty clear it has to be me.

I also know I should be sitting my ass in my chair and writing like I’ve been saying I should lo these past three years.

If only I had a clear sign that’s what I should be doing.