Hanging out in limbo with new manifestations.

My writers block is driving me nuts. So, here I sit taking a look around
me. Feeling out my situation.

Actually, I don't think I'm in any particular situation...just hitting a
plateau. Creatively, I'm jotting down lines and working on a short story
for a contest (again). I also found myself drawing. Drawing is something I
normally don't try..since I can't seem to make the pencil perform magic, but
I found myself doodling a nice skull...to go a long with the neat-o
skeletons I drew a couple years ago.

In other news...every factory, warehouse, electronics business, and
distribution center in Prescott has my resume. Some of these fine
establishments have two of my resumes. One company has three. I even thought
I had a sure thing with this store that I worked at from 2004- 2006. Well,
my 'sure thing' ended up going bad. I was told that I was hired. I even
came in and filed out the new hire paper work. As soon as it got back to the
corporate that I was re-applying, they deemed me "un-hire able". Apparently,
they still have sand in their collective vagina. See, when I quit (over
three and a half YEARS ago) I gave them a four day notice, and wrote a
letter to the then store manager informing him of the horrible way the
company treats their employees. (Which is obviously true) Now, I would
understand the want not to hire me again if what I did happened three months
ago, but years?! Really? Hastings seems to be good at only one thing, and
that's holding grudges for three years. Seriously guys, change your tampons.


Anyway, I know that work is coming...I can feel it in my qualified bones.

In the meantime, I'm thinking about getting rid of my car. Not that I don't
love my car, but the payments suck. I could be saving at least another
hundred bucks a month if I went with a used vehicle. I can do the payments,
but I wish to save money faster. That, and I have an itch with the label of
'truck' that I kind of want to scratch.

Yes. Truck.

Back in 2002 when I got my very first car, I was thinking about getting a
truck. I should have. They say go with your first instinct, right? But, I
decided to listen to my mother who said "but you won't have enough room for
passengers" and "the gas millage is so bad..." So, I ended up with a 1992 Pontiac Bonneville...and I never had passengers. *sigh*

Then, the two times after that I got cars instead, I always ended up wondering why. Especially when I ended up on bumpy dirt roads. Or when I would slide through an inch of slush.

My current car is a rear wheel drive...oh boy, I can't wait for the snow.

So, between attracting a job, a break in the writers block, and a truck, my manifestation muscles are working overtime, and it's making for some odd dreams. But, in these dreams, I have a truck.


Well, this update is just about done. I have more, but my contacts are drying out.

Stay tuned for the adventures of getting new contacts, preparing for minor out patient surgery, (be gone precancerous cervical....thing!), and getting ready for the end of this freaking psycho year.