Well, what did I tell you? I heard from Hustler. I have a phone interview on Friday. It’s just my luck! I swear . . . if I have to go work at the cock and balls shop, I will. I need a job, dammit! I mean, desktop support is desktop support, wherever you go. Granted, there may be porn video feeds playing here & there, but what’s a little porn? Morally, I have nothing against porn. I just hope it wouldn’t be a sexually charged environment. That’s the question in my mind. Would it be a bunch of horny inappropriate guys working there? Or just professionals doing their job? I guess I can try to work that question into the interview.
So…in other news, I saw the dickhead Dr. Drugs and I won the battle to increase my Wellbutrin from next to nothing to more than nothing. My mood is still low and I am having suicidal ideation, but that’s not just the antidepressant. I am deeply depressed about the state of my job hunt and the lack of opportunity my two new certifications are affording me, i.e. no one seems to give a shit that I have these two certifications. It seems like I’m going to be stuck doing what I’ve always done, which is desktop support, and that makes me very discouraged. I’m trying to lecture myself, like, it’s a win that someone with my level of Disability can work at all (can I work?), but so far my attitude has not changed. I am praying to whoever might be out there for willingness.
I just got back from another overnight of camping which was nice. The mountains give me a nice respite from my fears and stresses. The letdown when I get home is pretty heavy but it’s still good to get away. Also, my brother and his wife & three boys are in town (they went camping too) and they are a joy. Nothing like a three year old sticking his butt out at you and saying “Smell my toots” to lift that mood. Of course I stuck my butt out at him and said “Smell my toots” which he did and thought that was ridiculously funny. So now we are the best of friends. Bonding over farts is such a boy thing. They are supposed to come by and see the birds so I cleaned up the apartment, that makes things a bit more bearable in the grand scheme of things. The dust level was at a mach-9 or so, so it’s good to have a reason to clean the dirt from my environment once in a great while.
Well I guess I better get back to the goddamn job search. One interview won’t really cut it, now will it? Hope all is well in your world. Peach out!