I tried to apply for a job the other day and I am thinking I might finally be at the age where you cut your experience off a decade or so ago because anything longer than that kind of ages you past malleability. Clearly I am not a rigid stuck-in-her-ways kind of thing, as I have had to reinvent myself more times than most people. My skillsets in dealing with the public are pretty well-rounded, and if I look back through the history of my employment--it includes customer service positions at: banks, medical offices, retail corporate offices, doctor service sites, internet hosting companies, car dealerships, spa companies, gyms, delis, fast casual food, massage companies and travel companies.
I suppose even my restaurant customer service (bartender & waitress) has qualified me all over the gamut as well with sports bars, high end restaurants, casual restaurants, neighborhood restaurants, fireman bars and even fetish bars in the mix. I am not sure what this really leaves me with but a talent with people from all and I mean every walk of life. I am someone who has served the poor as well as celebrities in my customer service and sales existence ...
My original title was going to be I hate you all, thanks for playing, but I realize that's not going to endear you to giving a fuck about coming back. Which to me of course gives me nothing but some sense of whatever regarding my general existence.
I started writing the story about what a shit human being my birth mother was to choose money over me I want to release for Mother's Day and maybe I will, but the story has about fifteen billion ways to be related, and no, not really fifteen billion but definitely an entire handful. I did talk with my birth father about it, because he has certain memories that don't completely align with reality and maybe in some ways he has more of a relatable experience than she offered.
I did become more bitter about it the other day reading rents were going up and realized she honestly never would have made a cent in rent had we not done what we did to help and then so my mind started relating back to the entire event and how shit went down in 2017. I got angry, and then I decided that no, ...
I don't even know if I have written about this before, but the brood, what is it brood x coming I am not entirely excited about. They are going to be everywhere and though I've never had a problem with a grasshopper before, these are going to be something else. I wondered how dogs would handle it, but then I realize the 17 year timeframe means that no dogs are still alive from the last time one of these events happened. I suppose I should be grateful to see it, given me being alive in 17 years for a second run is not going to happen.
I've been reading some stories about people going to see their parents in nursing homes after the past year not being totally there, and reading about some angry heart surgery patients who got put under and came out not the same. I'll admit this makes me nervous, because, as I've said before, I've gotten so lucky with all of these events, coming out mostly okay except for maybe a little off symmetry on my face I JUST noticed a few months ago-maybe it's from a new stroke, I have no idea because ...
