A different kind of day.

Why is it different? Well, I'm happy. I really am. Today is the 5-year anniversary of the day I left the company that consumed my youth and soul for ten long, hard years. What else is significant about today? It's a friend of mine's 30th birthday. What else could be significant? Well, I finally am officially hired. I passed my pee test. I have a real, honest-to-goodness-wear-pants-and-a-nice-shirt-don't-sweat-have-a-desk-and-a-phone job.

No more crappy retail job. No more fun but hard on the body construction job.

I'm back baby!

I've got Georgia on my mind...

I watched the incredibly long and rather pedantic Gods and Generals. I was a little disappointed that my previous two attempts to see Cold Mountain had been thwarted, I was in the mood for a Civil War drama. I was excited to watch it, but quickly disappointed. It seemed to me that the whole movie consisted of long speeches interrupted by moderately exciting action scenes. I had a hard time remembering certain characters, as they only really developed the main character.

Oh well. Watch it for yourself some afternoon when you have 3 1/2 hours to kill and feel like exploring. Me, I'll just hope that I like Cold Mountain a lot more. I'm going to make my third attempt to see that movie tomorrow, as it will be a matinee at a theatre just up the street from my house.

Philosophical Tuesday

Yes, welcome to Philosophical Tuesday, the Rumination Capital of this State.

I just had a long conversation with a very close friend about religion. I know, I always preach to keep it to yourself, but maybe it's time I shared a couple ideas with my little blog public. We were talking about what we consider ourselves to be. She was raised Lutheran, and now doesn't really think Lutheranism is for her. This is fine. I think that's ok. The church her parents go to just placed too many rules on rituals. Got under her skin. I said that if I were to label myself, I would probably be considered either a Freethinker or even Buddhist. I'm trying to live a relatively moral life(those who are really close to be know that I don't always succeed), and have little concern for the afterlife, but for some reason, still believe that life is suffering and that I can be reincarnated. I'm sure at this point that some readers are calling me an idiot for not knowing the full scope of these particular theological belief systems, and well, frankly, I don't. I'm piecing together what I know and building my own little belief system that makes me happy. Try it out. You might like it.

New favorite song?

I Was in the House When the House Burned Down By the late, great Warren Zevon. Who couldn't love a song that starts:

I had the shit
Til it all got smoked
I kept the promise
Til the vow got broke

Well?

Hungry, Hungry Cyberspace Hippos

I had a whole diatribe this morning about how I was so terribly disappointed in my football team, how I should know better than to get my hopes up, then my other favorite thing to bitch about, Windows ME(tm) crashed(for the thrid time this morning) and I got more pissed about that.

That's all. I'm too grumpy to blog nicely.

Finally back in town.

It took an extra 18 hours or so, but I'm back.

All I can say for my travels is this:

I HATE Greyhound buses. It's been a good 5 years since I was on one, and I sure hope it'll be another 15 or 500 before I am again.

My grandparents have a really keen and very aware sense of what makes me happy. A picture, provided I can arrange it, will follow.

I'm tired, hungry and need a shower. Unfortunately, I think the shower is going to have to wait. I see by the big board that my football game starts in 10 minutes. Not really enough time to shave the head.

Grr.

Be happy, my friends.

Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in my Hand

I like that song. I just played it and I got happy.

You see, people, I'm under the weather. I hate being sick. I almost never get sick, but I'm guessing that all my travels without a hat on are catching up to me.

Sick. Ew.

I'm in a pensive mood this morning. I'm thinking too much to really put together a solid blog. Sorry about that.

Anyways, I'm off to try to get myself transportation to my hometown tonight. Be good.

The Friday Five- on Thursday?

Yes, it's true. Excited? Me, too.

1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year?
Surviving Senior Project. Did pretty well, too.

2. What was your biggest disappointment?
Aside from all the deaths in the last year, I'd have to say being unemployed the last month.

3. What do you hope the new year brings?
I dunno. I could cop out and say health, wealth, and happiness, I guess.

4. Will you be making any New Year's resolutions? If yes, what will they be?
Not this year. I'm running low on vices.

5. What are your plans for New Year's Eve?
I generally don't make plans until the last minute. I don't like going to huge parties with thousands of people and drinking with the amateurs. I'll probably hang out with a couple close friends and have some drinks. Low-key.

Vital Statistics

Name: Dave
Age: 11,039 days
Height: 69 inches(175.26 cm)
Weight: 186.5 pounds(84.77 kg)

In case you were wondering. I just needed an excuse to do math, I guess.

Merry what?

I think that The Accordion Guy probably summed up my feelings on christmas better than I could have all by myself. That doesn't mean I won't try.

I remember when I was about 10 or so, my mother thought that my brother and I should learn the "true meaning of christmas" so she did something cruel and unusual. She took us to church. I think that was the last time that I really felt something about christmas, too. Having been raised without religion, I thought christmas was a good thing, I didn't need it to mean anything to me, I just wanted it to be. Anyways, I realized that night, sitting in the same church where my parents were married, that I was a hypocrite. It was rather unsettling, and I almost wish that I hadn't gone. I realized that I was celebrating the wrong thing. I didn't believe in christ, still don't, and definitely didn't think that celebrating his life once a year is a good thing. Especially since christmas wasn't meant to be such an extravagance. If you are christian(for whatever reason you are), think about this today: you shouldn't worship Jesus. You should emulate him.

That's all as far as soapboxing for today. I've got a soup to make for the dinner I'm going to, and I've got poker chips to count.

A few of my favorite things.

I don't know why, but almost every time I type the word favorite I try to spell it favority. I haven't figured it out. It's been going on for years.

Anyways, to end a bad tangent before it really gets a mind of its own, I spent last night on the couch, feeling a tad under the weather. How did I pass the time? I watched two of my favorite(I did it again, if you're keeping score- three times now) video tapes. One had the movie Amadeus, something I haven't watched in quite some time, the other has my favorite(ha- I got it right on that one) X-Files episode on it, where Muldar discovers his past life and soul mate.

So, I was kinda happy.

Something weird...

Posts don't seem to be posting. Eerie.

Apolly-woggies if I multi-post today.

Call now to order!

I hate the christmas season. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it is good that people can have such faith in religion, but I can't stand it when they make asses out of themselves and commercialize supposedly sacred holidays. What really kills me is that the radio station I listen to the most, 93.1 WXRT, has begun playing all kinds of crappy holiday music. Although, I will admit that there is a very funny parody of Aqualung by Jethro Tull that I heard yesterday.

Enough, already people. I don't want to listen. I just want it to be January.

Puhleeeeze.

Sometimes it took the horse a long time to get home.

Funerals are always trying. At least we have good stories about my great-grandmother. Today's title is the end of the story that starts with "Just because you had cars doesn't mean you invented parking."

Here's a fact for you: she lived for 36,884 days. That's a lot of days. A lot of stories, too.

Think about that.

Not exactly what I was planning on doing this morning.

I've barely started the crossword. I've been working on plans for the MS 150 Tour de Farms ride for this summer. Turns out they've opened registration already. I've been sending e-mails and getting ideas organized. I may have to hire the Redhead as my coordinator, despite her obvious geographic distance from me.

Back to the crossword. Hold on. I should clean a little first. My dad's gonna think I live in a hell hole. She's still gonna finish before I do.

Dammit.

Mellon Kitty and the Infinite Sadness

Whenever I go out of town, even if it is just for a night, my cat is typically extremely unhappy. Lucky for her, I have a roommate who is completely apathetic towards cats, and she'll spend the night alone. Of course, she also doesn't like it when I have a female guest, so she's been avoiding the bed a lot lately(don't worry, I ain't sluttin' it up). She's temperamental, goofy, and sometimes a pain in the ass, but she's my baby.

Don't mean maybe.

Enough with the sappy shit. I know. I'm going to a visitation, then pallbearing a funeral tomorrow. Somehow or another, I hurt my ankle really bad this week, too, so I'm feeling remarkably run-down right now.

However, in the tradition of the Redhead, I will be doing this morning's crossword. And maybe, thanks to some serious insomnia, I'll be able to finish it before her, despite being a whole time zone behind.

Ha.

I'm off. I've got stuff to do before my dad sees what a horribly unclean apartment I live in.

No matter how much I hurt.

Jackass.

There are reasons I try to not watch the news. I get a little pissy when I do. It's just not good for my health.

But, when they're doing a piece on the John Wayne Gacy murders and they're interviewing the investigators of that crime, I watch. I like history, ok?

One of those investigators actually said something like this(I got too mad to remember it literally, so it's paraphrased): ...it was a good case, good for our department, good for us, it gave us a national reputation...

What a callous and insensitive ass. 33 young men were killed by Gacy, and it helped his reputation. I just hope a whole lot of people were watching you, and that they're lighting bags of dogshit on your front porch.

Friday Five

1. List your five favorite beverages.
Scotch, beer, herbal tea, Gatorade, water.

2. List your five favorite websites.
www.mail.lycos.com- where my mail is located, which won't presently load again(that's why it's my favorite).
www.homestarrunner.com- click on StrongBad's e-mails. Laugh.
www.chicagoreader.com- a good source for what you need in Chicago.
www.theonion.com- America's Finest News Source.
www.chicagowolves.com- my favorite hockey team's page. What's not to like?

3. List your five favorite snack foods.
Buttered popcorn, cheese, licorice(black or red), nachos, whatever the snack food is at Sylvie's Triple D bar down the street from me.

4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.
Trivial Pursuit, any of the 4 versions of Monopoly I own, Tripoley, Poker, Mao.

5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.
Civilization(and all its relatives), Raiden II, NHL 2001, Afterlife, Age of Empires II.

That'll have to do for now.

I thought we had a deal.

I thought I was done, through, finished, with death. Not so, say the fates. Damn them. This morning my great-grandmother, who was just 6 days short of her 101st birthday, died. She was a great woman, a schoolteacher, and has one of my favorite quotes of all time: "Just because you had cars doesn't mean you invented parking." She was cool, she didn't get married until she was 26 at a time where 26 was way past your prime. She married a man named after the pope and refused to raise her kids catholic. She lived on her own until she was 96, then moved into the nursing home.

She will be missed.

Some levity and the Friday Five coming up, next entry.

[I] have been chosen to join the Justice Squadron!

Yes! As though things couldn't get stranger in my life, I've been selected to, you got it, if you watch enough Simpsons episodes(click here, select season 10, episode 1022 or here and scroll down), for Jury Duty!

Wanna hear the real kicker? It's in Skokie! What the hell to do I care about crime in Skokie? I've been there maybe two or three times in my life, driven through it a couple more times, and don't really give a rat's ass. Skokie, for those who don't know the Chicago area, is a suburb that is really only notable for it's malls. No movies are filmed there, it's just houses and malls, really. And, well, apparently, a Circuit Court of Cook County.

Knowing my luck, I'll be working on this trial, involving one of the more despicable politicians to ever "serve" the public. Apparently lotsa folks outside of the state have heard of this bozo thanks to his inexplicable nomination to the Nobel Peace Prize. But what most people don't know is that there's a state senator by the name of Jack Ryan(no relation), who will be forever doomed to not serve this state, as he shares the same name of this crook. It's amazing to me that any republican can get elected in this state. It's amazing.

Anyways. Enough of me spouting on that guy. Let's just hope I don't have to deal with his trial.

Drinking alone is a telltale sign that you know better than to put up with anybody's bullshit.

Read this. Laugh. I needed some levity.

Although talking with a respected friend and then my grandparents and cousin, I feel better. Let's talk about holidays. I've mentioned several times before that I am not christian, and don't want to hear about how my soul won't be saved. I'm an atheist. Not a nihilist, mind you, an atheist. My family, on the other hand, does celebrate the big day next week. This is fine by me, they usually don't shove it down my throat. I almost never make it there the day of, and this year will be no different. In my world, christmas just isn't practical. Anyways. Back to my original take here. I am heading out to my grandparents' farm, it's just a matter of whether or not I'm working on the 26th. I think I am, frankly I'm surprised I'm not working right now(hint, hint, ye fates of employment), so I made arrangements up the wazoo on how I'm going to get out there. I'm one all-together dude all the sudden. Well, except for having no money, a messy apartment, and losing my mind slowly.

Case in point(get ready for a strange tangent). I had just finished folding a load of laundry. I came back to the computer, where I was doing whatever the hell I do online all day, and I smelled tea. Huh. Tea sounds good right now. Idiot that I am, I had made a cup, and forgot that I had made it. I've seen the same thing happen with drunk smokers. They light a new cigarette with one still burning in the ashtray. Time to quit, people.

Wow, 2 tangents for the price of one.

What a deal.

Back to the reason I abso-fuckin-lutely have to head to my grandparents': my brother tells me that the grandparents have outdone all possible presents. To the point that not only does he desperately want to be there to see my reaction to said gift, but also thinks that if he gave me a bag full of dogshit that I'd actually enjoy the holidays. What possible material thing could possibly do this to me? You've got me. I've got an idea or two(it's kinda hard to fool me), but I ain't saying. Especially now that my tea is cold and not quite so tasty.

The plot thickens.

More later.

Side note(again): what the hell does the word OTTOMH mean? My spellchecker wants to replace the word outdone with it. Is this something that a geek like me should know, or just some random thing?

Dreams and Reality

Both are strange. Here's a funny about dreams this week: each day, my last dream of the morning has involved something that came true. On Monday, I had a dream I was taking a train to work, and boom, I get the official go-ahead. Tuesday, I have a dream where my old boss shows up, and sure enough, he calls me that morning. Yesterday, I had a dream about an old friend that I worked with at Tower, and sure enough, I ran into her last night. So, where am I going with this? Well, I'm all lost now, because I don't remember this morning's last dream! Dammit! What's going to happen to me today! Horoscopes are too vague and fuddy-duddy!

Speaking of which(taken from the Chicago Sun-Times):
Temptations are plenty at work. Refuse to compromise your principles in favor of financial gain. Interesting examples of what not to do this afternoon are set in front of you. Your significant someone is not ready to give up.

and

This is a time of harvest in your life. You're reaping the fruit of the seeds you planted in the last 14 years. (Even longer.) The critical thing is -- what kind of seeds did you plant? Most of you will feel a culmination of sorts. (You feel successful now.)

What the hell is that about?

Ok. I need to calm down. Time for a movie, I think. And a grapefruit. I guess it's too early to drink a beer, no?

Sever Woes

I'm not sure what was wrong this morning when I tried, but I couldn't see my blog nor my blog entry. Not available. Contact your network administrator. Go take a flying f*ck at a rolling doughnut.

Sadly, my inspiration to write this morning has since subsided. Maybe I'll get some inspiration later. Someone send me a muse.

New duds.

That's right. It was shopping spree day for the Angriest Man in Chicago. What could possibly cause such a burst of capitalism from me? Well, after I got the news that I'd be working in an office environment again(for the first time in 5 years), I did a quick check up on the clothing situation. Did you know that since I last wore dress pants on a regular basis, I have gained some 3 inches to my waist? I now usually wear 34s. Until a couple hours ago I had one pair of dress pants(which I bought on a trip to see a certain friend of mine) that actually fit me. No longer. Now I have three new pairs that fit, and 3 new shirts that nicely compliment said shirts.

Special, wow-I-owe-you-some-seriously-huge-favors thanks to the person who fronted the cash and helped with the fashion expertise. After all, I can't dress myself. To me, jeans and a t-shirt is a little too much. I'd rather wear shorts and a hockey sweater any day.

And with no further ado...

There's only one thing to do at a time like this... STRUT!

I like movies.

I do. I just watched two. I watched The Serpent and the Rainbow, the only movie that's scared me as an adult, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, just because I haven't watched it in a while. What's the connection, you ask?

One was directed by Wes Craven, the other has a cameo by him. Oh yeah, and I own both. One on VHS, one on DVD.

Sorry, I seem to be babbling. Rambling, even.

Time to watch another movie, methinks. I decided I don't want to do laundry.

Bleh.

MMMhow howyyyyeaahh!
Give it to me one more time, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!
Bowm Bowm Bowm....

The band in the Jeopardy! clue was Frankie Goes to Hollywood. That's for those of you too slow or apathetic to get it.

I'm in a strangely chipper mood this morning. I had a weird dream that I was moving into one of the buildings I used to work in, and my old "boss" was there, and then I get a call from him this morning, and he's finally bought a new truck(something he's been threatening to do for a year now).

Life is getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

Just had to share...

The greatest Jeopardy! clue ever:

In the category of Bands:

Sinatra goes to Tinseltown.

Get it?

Huh?

Eh?

Did ya?

Well, backwards it would be doowylloh ot seog eiknarf.

Now, just relax.

Right! So...

It was brought to my attention that I should share with people what kind of job I picked up today.

The self-proclaimed Angriest Man in Chicago is going to be working tech support. Of course, I'm not nearly as angry as I usually am, getting a new job does that to me. Of course, as I stated earlier, this is all unofficial, until after I get a second call this week and after I pee in a cup. Details, details. Fortunately, the only drugs I do are over the counter for the shoulder(which is still ailing) and beer.

Yee ha, indeed.

AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dave's in the real world.
AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YES YES!

Ok, it's officially unofficial, but by the end of the week I'll be wearing khakis and a shirt and walking around in nice shoes. No more manual labor for me, jack. I'm on my way.

So, the sun is shining on ol' Angry Dave this morning.

And I got a big shit-eating grin goin'.

Uh-oh. The Ministry of Information caught my blog.

there was quite a night last night.

In case you haven't heard, they caught Saddam last night. the republican party's strategy was to find Saddam, Osama, and a cure for cancer.

I can't say that I'm unhappy. I am thrilled to see that dictator out of power and in custody.




Like I always say, religion and politics always care .

Seems there was quite a night last night.

In case you haven't heard, they caught Saddam last night. See, I thought the republican party's strategy was to wait until we were closer to the election to find Saddam, Osama, and a cure for cancer.

I can't say that I'm unhappy. I was against the first war in Iraq and so apathetic towards the second(mostly due to the fact that I can't stand our current leader), but at the same time I am thrilled to see that dictator out of power and in custody. What am I really looking forward to? Oh, as serious as the situation is, I can't wait to see what the Onion does with this.

Anyways, I probably got too political for my own tastes in this post, so I'm going to end it, and probably delete it later.

Like I always say, religion and politics should always stay at home. No one else cares.

It's much too late for goodbye.

That was the title I came up with this morning. That post was somehow lost in cyberspace. That makes me mad.

I like tea. It's yummy. It's warm.

Anyways, now that all inspiration has left my body, I'll go babble about something else in another medium.

A second thought.

I had one, I really did. I thought to myself that I was trying to depress myself by going from job listings to personal ads. It's just habit. At this point in my life, most things are habit. You get used to it.

In the words of Yoda, "bed to off I go."

The morbid curiosity of the Angriest Man in Chicago

I'm into titles lately. I like titles.

The ongoing job hunt is making me so irritated that I'm actually cruising dating sites to prevent the inevitable craziness that comes from browsing 300 job postings a day. So, the big question is, why do so many of the women ages 25-33 within 10 miles of me like watching basketball? I can't figure it out. Another thing, women of Chicago- if you don't answer any of the questions that the website asks you, you're not going to get anyone interested in you. I mean, I definitely am not interested in looks alone, and I make a lot of decisions based on other people's personalities, and if you tell me nothing about yours, I ain't gonna keep going. Another thing. Learn how to spell, people. Nothing turns me off more than stupidity.

Of course, I've always felt that it would be weird to meet someone online. Maybe that's why I don't really try.

A dear friend of mine was in town yesterday, and we went out and played. We talked about our relationships. We talked about sex. We talked about how screwed up our adult lives have become. She thinks I need to be with someone like her. She's probably right. I don't like women who are timid. I don't like women who are dishonest, be it to themselves or to me. I am a picky person, and I only surround myself with, as my friend T. says "quality people."

Anyways, I could rant for hours, and now that I have the time, I probably would.

Scary thought, isn't it?

Friday Five
Los Cinco de viernes
Les Cinq du vendredi

I know I know more languages, but I'm not going that far today. Let's do this thing:

1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays?

I don't mind the cold. I don't really care for snow, but that's why I left Minneapolis/St. Paul. It's just too freakin' snowy and cold up there.

2. What is your ideal holiday celebration? How, where, with whom would you celebrate to make things perfect?

Me, I don't like celebrating the holidays. I'm neither Christian nor Jewish, so I guess I'm a Festivus type of guy. I do look forward to New Year's, though. This year, I won't have anybody to kiss, so I'll be hunting. Chicagoland ladies: Beware.

3. Do you do have any holiday traditions?

Christmas Night Poker Night. It's always a big hit.

4. Do you do anything to help the needy?

Every week I participate in the pub quiz at Ginger's Ale House, which benefits the Lance Armstrong Foundation and the Franciscan Outreach Program, which feeds and shelters the less fortunate.

5. What one gift would you like for yourself?

Um, duh! A new job!

Funny note: the Doors' Five to One was playing as I typed that. Giggle when you can.

Mandarin Orange Spice

I almost bought it, hoping you would visit.

You know who you are.

The shavehead wore black.

I know, I'm paraphrasing Wendy's blog, but I think that today she's written a really good entry, and I wanted people who read mine to read hers today. She says things that I think a lot of men need to hear and think about.

On a more personal note, someone needs to explain my sudden bout of insomnia. It's not that I'm not tired- I'm falling asleep on the couch, after all, but then, when I wake up and go to bed, I can't sleep. It's happened the past two nights. It's getting a little annoying, to say the least.

Anyways, I'll stop whining. I've got some stuff to get done today(yeah, it's home improvement time).

Stir Crazy

It's not just a movie any more.

I'm going nuts. I'd be the first to admit when I feel the ol' noggin slipping, and I feel it slipping. Too much daytime TV. Mind you, I'm not actively watching it, but I have it on in the background. Something to keep that part of my brain occupied. It doesn't seem to be working.

I'm trying to find something. I've done everything but sell my soul, and that may come sooner than later. I did get a nice little present from my old boss yesterday. Let's just say that I'm still treading water.

Anyways. It's lunchtime, and I'm hungry. Shower time comes first, though. Gotta make myself look pretty.

I know, I know, I know.

I told y'all about having an interview on Monday(yesterday) and then didn't bother to blog yesterday. I'm sure, if you cared enough, that you were a little miffed that I would hold you in suspense like that, but it's all about the drama right now, right? Ok. It's not.

So, want to know the results of said interview? So do I. Things went extremely well, I interviewed for an hour and it was looking like I was going to start work tomorrow, down to the fact that I was hanging out with the staff to get acquainted with everyone, and then, as I'm walking out, the bubble is burst with the "we're going to have to wait a bit before we can hire you, and we're going to have to look at some other candidates first" speech. He did manage to keep my ego intact by telling me I was an extremely strong candidate, but that doesn't pay my rent, if you catch my drift.

So, I'm waiting to talk to my friend about what's going on. Then, I'm going to go ahead and interview with a couple other places. I don't have time to sit on my ass right now, if you know what I mean.

There you have it. I'm sure, now that I'm feeling freer about writing, that you'll hear more from me today.

Yippie kai yay, mofo!

The future's so bright...

I hope I'm wearing shades tomorrow. Send me good vibes tomorrow morning.

There was some serious partying last night. Ok. It wasn't that serious, but it was fun. I like having friends visit from out of town. It's fun. I highly recommend it.

I'm tired today. It just happens. I'm excited for tomorrow, too. I'm going out to win one for the Dave.

Get pumped, people! I might be a real person again real soon!

I'm that friend in a low place.

Actually, thanks to my friends in higher places, I'm in a good place today. I'm happy(relatively), I'm looking forward to the future(believe it or not) and I'm chipper!

What, dear friends, could cause all this? Well, it's the fact that things seem to be falling into place. Now, if we can just get the money flowing again and get the shoulder fixed, then we're getting somewhere!

Yes!

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time...

It's an oldish song that an ex-girlfriend put on a tape for me in high school. I've had it stuck in my head for two days now. I'm getting a little sick of it.

I'm just generally pissy right now. I was in a good mood, then I found out that the place I was working wasn't paying me until Monday. Makes for a crappy weekend. Very crappy.

The mail was kinda weird to me today. Did you know I was involved in a class-action suit? Me neither! Some lawyers think I can get money for owning a crappy hard drive! Today's word? Crappy!

The thing that makes me wonder, though, is that the case was settles in Santa Clara, CA, the notice sent from Merrick, NY, and the postage paid in Philadelphia, PA.

Seems like too much work for $45, anyways.

I'm off. I've got some navel lint to consider.

NOT happy with this one...

I had a dream so disturbing and real this morning I don't even want to talk about it.

That's a pretty screwed up dream, friends. I couldn't get out of it. I wasn't happy.

That's all for this morning. I've got to get ready.

Oh my god! It's after 6 and still no blog!!!!

Ok. I'm a workin' man again, so I'm not at home ruminating and trying to invent a perpetual motion machine.

Well, it's been a fun couple of days, working in a jeweler's. Next up: interview Monday.

So, what's in your wallet?

Ok, since nobody even guessed, or cared, all those titles were lyrics or titles of Warren Zevon songs.

On an unrelated note, go here. It's an 80's lyrics quiz. Try to beat my score. I'll post it tomorrow.

My dirty life and times.

Friends are coming through.

I'll be working in a jewelry store today, tomorrow, and Friday.

I got another lead from another friend. She's got me all hooked up!

Thanks to everyone who's helping out. You guys are the greatest.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Today is attempt to clean day. I can't spend all my time looking for jobs I'm not hearing back on, and worrying about shit I can't control. I think the basic and only thing I can do is to sell my soul. I'll feel bad about it, dear reader, but I'll cope. It's just something I need to do, I guess. Otherwise, my cat will go hungry.

It's going to be a weird day today. I can tell.

Something bad happened to a clown.

I'm running a theme on the titles lately. I'll keep it going until someone writes me that they got it. Then I'll start another one. I'm bored, people. I need a job. Badly.

Which is today's topic. Should Angry Dave sell his soul?

I have gotten a couple responses on resumes I've sent. They seem automated and fake, but I'm going ahead anyways, in the hopes that it's for real. A headhunter or two fighting for my employment always gets me happy.

Back to the grind.

And his hair was perfect.

No bizarre dreams to report today. My best friend fed me port after I hooked up her new VCR all fancy-like. Got me a good night's sleep that way. At this point in my life, the motto is whatever it takes.

The company I used to work for, the one that pretty well ruined my late teens and early twenties, is hiring. Am I applying to a job I could easily do in my sleep? Hell no. I've got some pride, maybe not a lot, but it's there. One of it's subsidiaries is hiring as well. Go figure.

What's a poor boy from Illinois to do?

I sometimes wish I was a professional athlete. It seems like fun. Too bad I can't skate.

There's too many jobs out there that I don't feel like I'm qualified for. Good thing I'm a quick learner. Otherwise, I'd be truly screwed.

I may be anyways, but let's have some faith in the ol' Dave.

Someone's got to.

Strange dream, still hurt, and it's not raining jobs.

I had one of the weirdest dreams of my life this morning. I was dead, apparently, and was applying for a job in the afterlife. Subtle differences between applying for jobs in real life and in the afterlife: you have to be able to perform a song(I chose Paul Revere by the Beastie Boys), you need 7-key skills(note: not 10-key), and tests are conducted in public places, but since you're a ghost, no one can see you.

Shoulder update: still too painful to work, skin is all tore up, and I'm tired of it.

Anyone have a job for the Angry Dave?

Yahoo!'s hotjobs doesn't allow you to put down separate cities for the same company. Do I leave it alone or try to edit? I've been working on it all morning. I'm getting tired and pissy.

Anyways, back to the job hunt.