I want a new job
So the Army didn't work out. Not right now. I'm not a fighter. I refuse to be violent. I could deal with Basic Training, if that was the extent of the violence I would be directly involved with. If it could be GUARANTEED that I would stay away from any open or guerrilla battlefields and keep the job that I went in for during my entire service period.... I'd do it. I know that won't happen, though. The Army needs bodies. They need gun-toters and grenade-lobbers and artillery shooters. I'm sure they've pretty much filled up their desk-sitting, intelligence analyzing computer nerds. So I'm shit out of luck.
I also seem to be shit out of luck in that same field in the civilian world as well. I'm still stuck as an underpaid, overqualified salesman for a company that doesn't care about me. I hope Circuit City follows the same path as that of CompUSA. Maybe I need to be fired before that happens. It worked for CompUSA... it just took a couple years afterwards.
I'm still looking for another job, but obviously, not much luck yet. I have an awesome resume posted on both Monster and CareerBuilder. For some reason, I keep getting random 'Dear John' email replies to my resume for job offers as a financial adviser or some other such business-like boring job. Nothing to do with computers... It kind of makes me scratch my head. How do you read a resume titled "A+ Certified Computer Technician looking for technician job" and send them a job offer to be a financial adviser?
*sighs* Still wishing to be a writer someday. Unfortunately, I haven't been writing. I've been reading when I can, and I like to think that's the next best thing. As long as I'm doing something literary, maybe I won't lose what little form I have. I hope my dream will come true one day. I can think of nothing more pleasing than to spend the day creating new characters, plot lines, twists and battle scenes to immerse my reader in a different world like good stories do to me. Let them escape their mediocre/boring lives for a while and let them into an exciting world of intrigue and struggle. A world of magic and power. A world where your wildest dreams are an incantation away and your worst nightmares are just around the next bend. A world where the impossible is reality. Not having to worry about whether or not I've cheated enough people out of their money so they can get a computer with features they don't need, a protection plan they might not use and a software installation that they definitely won't need. Just my computer, my imagination and a deadline to meet off in the distance.
My god daughter is growing up so fast and I miss her and her mother to death. My visit to NC around Christmas met with some bumpy roads. A friend lost, a holiday ruined and a would-be great vacation cut too short. My best friend's husband now hates me for calling the police when he was drunk and screaming at his wife while she was holding their child. Violence commenced and out of fear for all involved, I called the police to mediate and fix the problem. He was forced to stay on base for three days away from his home to cool off, and he blames me. To be honest, he's never really liked me from what I could tell, but I've never really given him much reason to hate me. I guess that was all he needed to push it just that far.
It makes it a bit awkward because he's married to my best friend and he's the father of my god daughter. Also, I was scared of him even before he became a soldier in the Army Special Forces. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a coward. I'm a pacifist who's never been in a fight and never plans to be. I don't need violence and when I come into contact with it, I cringe and shrink away. To some people, that makes me less of a man. To me, it makes me more of a civilized, compassionate and intelligent person. Perhaps I'm wrong, though. Maybe I'm just a pussy.
I also seem to be shit out of luck in that same field in the civilian world as well. I'm still stuck as an underpaid, overqualified salesman for a company that doesn't care about me. I hope Circuit City follows the same path as that of CompUSA. Maybe I need to be fired before that happens. It worked for CompUSA... it just took a couple years afterwards.
I'm still looking for another job, but obviously, not much luck yet. I have an awesome resume posted on both Monster and CareerBuilder. For some reason, I keep getting random 'Dear John' email replies to my resume for job offers as a financial adviser or some other such business-like boring job. Nothing to do with computers... It kind of makes me scratch my head. How do you read a resume titled "A+ Certified Computer Technician looking for technician job" and send them a job offer to be a financial adviser?
*sighs* Still wishing to be a writer someday. Unfortunately, I haven't been writing. I've been reading when I can, and I like to think that's the next best thing. As long as I'm doing something literary, maybe I won't lose what little form I have. I hope my dream will come true one day. I can think of nothing more pleasing than to spend the day creating new characters, plot lines, twists and battle scenes to immerse my reader in a different world like good stories do to me. Let them escape their mediocre/boring lives for a while and let them into an exciting world of intrigue and struggle. A world of magic and power. A world where your wildest dreams are an incantation away and your worst nightmares are just around the next bend. A world where the impossible is reality. Not having to worry about whether or not I've cheated enough people out of their money so they can get a computer with features they don't need, a protection plan they might not use and a software installation that they definitely won't need. Just my computer, my imagination and a deadline to meet off in the distance.
My god daughter is growing up so fast and I miss her and her mother to death. My visit to NC around Christmas met with some bumpy roads. A friend lost, a holiday ruined and a would-be great vacation cut too short. My best friend's husband now hates me for calling the police when he was drunk and screaming at his wife while she was holding their child. Violence commenced and out of fear for all involved, I called the police to mediate and fix the problem. He was forced to stay on base for three days away from his home to cool off, and he blames me. To be honest, he's never really liked me from what I could tell, but I've never really given him much reason to hate me. I guess that was all he needed to push it just that far.
It makes it a bit awkward because he's married to my best friend and he's the father of my god daughter. Also, I was scared of him even before he became a soldier in the Army Special Forces. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a coward. I'm a pacifist who's never been in a fight and never plans to be. I don't need violence and when I come into contact with it, I cringe and shrink away. To some people, that makes me less of a man. To me, it makes me more of a civilized, compassionate and intelligent person. Perhaps I'm wrong, though. Maybe I'm just a pussy.