WTF am I doing finding a job?
I got a -84% typing rating today. That’s right, – 84%. I don’t know exactly what that means, but I know it’s bad. Bad enough that the temp staffing lady looked at me and said, “you have to go back and retake this.” In my defense, it’s difficult to score well when you’re given the wrong thing to type. When I had a paragraph and not an data entry form in front of me, I scored well within the employable rate. Continue reading ‘WTF am I doing going to a staffing office?’
Okay…I’ve been in town a month, and just want to do a general update on WTF I’m doing moving back to Des Moines. I have to do this fast and furious because I’ve started like 12 posts, and written pages and pages of stuff you all don’t want or need to read. So this is the short version, and I hope it might be helpful/insightful for someone. I will say, there isn’t a story or any of my normal fun side-tracks. This is a state of the union address about moving home. I just want to warn you, in case you don’t give a shit about my union, in which case, go read something else. Continue reading ‘WTF – state of my union – one month in’
When we last left the story, I had unsuccessfully gone in search of a police auction of bicycles. Dejected and discouraged, I returned home and occupied myself with other things, like job applications, jewelry making, and watching Law & Order on cable. Continue reading ‘WTF am I doing riding a bike – Part 2′
I bought a bike. Then my dad bought a bike. Now he’s in the driveway, morphing the two bikes into one big best of bike. I keep imagining it is going to be like a Transformer. I’ll go out; it will look like a bike, and then, through an elaborate series of twists and turns, it will become a giant mechanical creature bent on destroying the Earth, or fighting crime, or whatever the hell the Transformers did. I didn’t ask my dad to morph the bikes. In fact, I’m still not sure why he bought the other bike at all, but it happened and maybe by the end of the day I’ll have a crime-fighting, Earth-destroying mode of transportation.
Continue reading ‘WTF am I doing riding a bike?’
I’m pretty sure that we all ask this question from time to time. WTF am I doing out with my friends the night before my job interview? WTF am I doing with this guy in a bar bathroom? WTF am I doing embezzling funds from my company? Whatever. The circumstances are person specific, but if you’ve never asked the question, you probably don’t have a pulse. In which case, you should ask WTF am I doing alive without a pulse? Continue reading ‘WTF am I doing? An Introduction’
