That resume update must of put out the word that I'm job hunting. I'm getting call after call from recruiters all over the country.
Most however, are offering nothing more than entry level jobs.
Hate to break it to you, but $17/hr for what the job expectations entail is hardly the decent rate you're trying to claim it is, so don't scoff when I come back to you telling you my decades of experience, skills, and knowledge are worth significantly more.
Panic and stress of today as my current hard drive for working on photographs threw errors and stopped responding before the backup routine on it would run.
So now I'm trying to recover all of my recent work. I saved the Witches Ball photos, but it looks like I won't have much left from my trip to Boston.
What is it with my vacations? Last year in Maine my camera shutter seized up. This year the hard drive with the photos craps out....
I suggested to someone today to read my journal's past entries if they want to get a sense of my writing, and creative side.
So I took my own advice and started reading my old journal entries here.
I've grown as a person. I've changed. I expected to see that, but maybe not to this extent. But then again, so little of me has changed. I still seem to be fighting externally for the same things I was almost ten years ago... especially when I dip into the private entries I wrote for myself, expressing what I might have been going through at that time.
Crazy, Twilight Zoney, Groundhog Day'esque kind of shit right there....
I haven't eaten today out of pure laziness, and a complete lack of motivation.
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