Professionalism

Jesus. People expect you to jump through hoops, scale burning buildings and then just drop everything at their beckon and call.  I have touched on professionalism before in this blog and obviously no one I know is reading it.  Employers expect every inch of you to be efficient, prompt, and executable on whatever level they deem necessary while according none of these attributes in return.  So now I find myself still on the job search after graduating in 2007 with my Bachelors of Science, BS is what they call it and BS is about all it is.  The degree hasn't landed me a single interview and all the positions I have been offered have been on the spot and have nothing to do with my degree.  So not only are people not prompt in returning phone calls or emails but when they grace you with one they expect you to be available immediately?!  So the latest was a phone message that went something like this:
" So John this is Joe Blow, received your application a few days ago, errr, weeks ago, and well you are asking for a little too much money but if we can come to an agreement you can start monday the 13th."

I received this message mid-day on friday the 10th from a man I have never even met and have no idea if I would really like to work for him. Yet he thinks I will tell my current employer to shove it and hop on board with a message like that.  All because he finally has some heavy lifting he doesn't want to do by himself.  Hell Blow, had you responded to my application when I submitted it I would have been able to start by the 13th, now you will probably pick up some 18 year old short timer and forget about me.  I guess we will see.

Damn

There hovering, so close, yet so distant with this far away look in her eyes.  Not like she wasn't here exactly, more like she knew exactly where she was, but would have rather have been anywhere else.  The lamplight making the short hairs glow on her hips as she leaned forward allowing me access to further my tender caress only hoping to ignite within her the flame that flickered as if to die inside me.  It once burned so hot and bright but now I am barely warmed by it.  I quickly grew bored and sad at this beautiful waste of God given perfection that is still....hovering,  teasing me with the warmth of our bare skin brushing.  I have a weak moment and think about going for it, knowing it would be mine, but withstand.  I would rather not use.  The far away look would just gain a few more sparkles until it was most likely blocked completely with a need for completion.  I never knew why or where it was she went, I just new it wasn't here with me.  And wherever it was, it wasn't a happy place.  I felt responsible now, like I had created it or at least hadn't saved her from it. It was overdue this saving, my subconscious intention most likely.  Having thought nothing positive from the start. Already running out of words for failure.  We lean on crutches so as not to be forced to walk.  Forever leaning sideways, forever stumbling through the dark.  Unhappy, no.  Feined happiness, most definitely.  We are good in public, people like us, at home borish nothing provoking in the least.  No thoughts of the future, no regrets from the past, just solemn time washing us over and smoothing us to accept the dread fate that is our future together.  A total income of sixty thousand dollars if were lucky, peice of shit cars, and still renting with two kids. 

Hats off to Metro!

Brunch at Metro! in downtown Roanoke was a stelar ordeal.  Having never been there before and with friends from VA Beach about to head back it was the perfect finale to an amazing weekend.   The Crepes of the Day were amazing and the Salmon Cakes as well as the Eggs Norwegian were all sampled and met with great appreciation.  Bloody Marys were stout and spicy like I like them while I could have done without all the flair.   I heard the Mimosas were divine as well.  The restaurant was plush and well decorated and provided us with a wonderful atmosphere.  Service wasn't bad but wasn't entirely pro either but seemed to help the place not seem to austere and uppity.  Two thumbs up on this one.

Taxidermist make more money than me.

So I am looking into this thing :

http://www.varolo.com/village/Walpack

that oddly isn't very accommodating to link to, and why it has fucked my font I won't pretend to understand.  But anyways this thing "Varolo" what have you, seems like a decent thing if only we could figure out how to market it .  I mean hell the shit is free.  I pretend to participate while doing other things in other windows.  You watch an add and get entered to win cash prizes.  Get people to join through you and participate you get dividends.  Granted I will admit you have to get a really large village to make any significant steady income.  I know you are all a bunch of lazy bastards to busy cyber stalking each other through facebook and myspace to participate in something that could generate income, but if you are bored while facebooking do both it can be challenging.  Join my village damnit.