:D

The other night I sent off a story to a website and promptly forgot about it. This morning I got an e-mail from the site's editor-in-chief, letting me know they were accepting my story and that it would show up on the web page eventually.
Hee!
That makes two stories of mine they've taken, so I don't feel at all bad about adding 'published author' to my resume. :P

108

Not counting this entry, I have 107 posts in this blog. Who woulda thunk? Anywho, it's been about a week since my last post, so I thought I'd update the scores of readers out there with what I've been up to.
Mainly, I've been looking for a job.
Last Thursday I went to a job fair at this place in Midtown. Haven't heard anything from them yet, and, honestly, I'll be surprised if I do. I was interviewed by a bloody embryo in a suit and tie. I suspect they were just farming applications to add to their data base. Basically, they were playing the numbers game.
Pheh.
Once more I went by Barnes & Noble and picked up an application, and, once more, I slept right through the alarm clock. That getting up at 8:00 in the morning is for the birds. Still, there's always next week. Right? Right.
Today, I have applied for a position at the Anchorage Grande Hotel. They were looking for someone to work three nights a week, 3:00 PM to 11:00 PM, so the hours would be ideal. I e-mailed them a cover letter and an abbreviated resume, which means I'll provide personal and professional references if they call me back.
Also saw an ad on Craigslist for a Junior Production Assistant. It's an entry level, full time job, posted about a week ago, but I thought: what the hell? So I fired off an e-mail to them to see if they had filled the position or not.
Other than that, not a lot going on. I'm still banging my head against the wall on my mystery and am seriously thinking I should just scrap it and go write something else.
I went and saw Eat Pray Love at the movies this past Friday and I'm definitely not finishing the book now. Terrible book, terrible movie.
And that's where I'm at right now. Not a lot else going on. When I finish here, I'm going to contact my temp agency and let them know I'm available this week. But things have been dead there too, so I'm not holding my breath.
Still alive and looking for work. - G.

Well, it's been three months since I left The Job. And I can honestly say that I don't really regret my decision to leave. However, I'm starting to get seriously stir crazy, here at the house. So, this morning I got up and started to look around for a new job. Something part-time, maybe.
So far, this has pretty much amounted to me posting an ad on Craigslist, checking out an opening for a front desk clerk at an Extended Stay motel (Filled yesterday, darn it!), and picking up an application for the local Blockbusters.
Tomorrow, I think I may make an appointment with a second temp company and maybe post a searchable resume on Careerbuilder.com.
Cause, honestly, if I'm stuck in this house all winter long, I am going to go bugshit crazy.
Still alive and looking for a living. - G.

God, it's been an age since I actually updated this thing. Almost a whole month! The sad part is that I don't really have much to update with. Without a job to bitch about I seem to have settled into a sort of pleasant ambivalence.
I have had some folks come and look at the condo. As a matter of fact, I've got someone coming over this afternoon. While they're here, I shall be off at the movies, probably watching the latest Resident Evil flick.
I've been banging away on the writing, working on a mystery. It's bloody hard, writing a mystery. The self-criticism doesn't help any. I tend to write a few pages a day, go back and read 'em, decide they're crap and get the overwhelming urge to delete the lot. Lately, though, I've overcome this problem by simply not rereading what I write. I'm just spilling my guts on the screen, saving it, and trying to get on with things.
So, naturally, I get hit with a bout of writer's block.
Bloody. Hell.
That's pretty much it.
Still alive and dreading the first snow. - G.