I love craigslist SO MUCH! My deepest regret is that it didn't exist back when I abandoned the conventional life to travel the U.S. and have adventures.
My favorite category, at least at this jobless point in my life, is the ETC under
Jobs. I don't know why I've wasted time looking under Nonprofit Sector and Office/Administrative or even Writing/Editing when the excitement of ETC was there all along.
This job just appeared today: Balloon Twister.
Yes! And training is provided! I want to be a balloon twister!
Sadly, I'm no longer qualified for some of the jobs, such as gestational surrogate and sleep research study lab rat (the cut-off age is 55. :-( ) And of course, figure model and tumbling instructor are out of the question! At least until I lose the last, stubborn 46 pounds to reach my Weight Watchers goal.
But you never know what will turn up! Careers you never knew could exist!
The copy chief at the Press Herald called me a couple of nights ago to say it's safe for me to come back now that the company has changed hands. I told him I'm interested in working on a "limited basis," because who knows? Maybe I'll be twisting balloons on weekends this summer!
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
My Friend Phil
There was a reason I signed in here. I had something I wanted to say. Unfortunately it has completely escaped me.
I am about to embark on a week with Phil the famous pig of Portland. This pig was kind of the mascot of one of Portland's First Friday Art Walks, which was titled, "Phil, Pig in the City."
I'm looking forward to spending time with Phil, because I want him to be my friend. So far, the two times I've met him, he's been quite hostile and seems to want me OUT of HIS TERRITORY. The first time, he just ran at me and looked mad. Today, our encounter was like something out of a horror movie. He was actually sneaking up behind me and then attacking my leg. It made me laugh. Which only enraged him further.
By this time next week, I hope I am reporting that Phil -- all 80 pounds of him -- is climbing onto my lap to watch NCIS with me. Or better yet, Red Sox games!
I am about to embark on a week with Phil the famous pig of Portland. This pig was kind of the mascot of one of Portland's First Friday Art Walks, which was titled, "Phil, Pig in the City."
I'm looking forward to spending time with Phil, because I want him to be my friend. So far, the two times I've met him, he's been quite hostile and seems to want me OUT of HIS TERRITORY. The first time, he just ran at me and looked mad. Today, our encounter was like something out of a horror movie. He was actually sneaking up behind me and then attacking my leg. It made me laugh. Which only enraged him further.
By this time next week, I hope I am reporting that Phil -- all 80 pounds of him -- is climbing onto my lap to watch NCIS with me. Or better yet, Red Sox games!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Of Puzzles, Bureaucracy and At Least One Stooge
I'm falling down on the job here. Not only is this blog not daily, it's not even weekly. It's barely monthly.
Blame it on Lexulous. I sit down to play one game, and then I find myself hitting "Rematch" after every contest. The way I justify it: I'm honing my skills as a cruciverbalist.
Speaking of which, I am going to try to post the crossword puzzles I am learning to build. Feel free to print them out and attempt to solve them. Feedback would be nice, but it's not required.
SOMETHING WEIRD
As you may or may not know, I was laid off from MaineToday Media in November and I am collecting unemployment as I look for a new job. Yesterday I got a letter from the state Department of Labor that said, "We have been notified by MaineToday Media that you became employed there as of Feb. 29, 2012. You have claimed unemployment benefits since them, and now, GIVE THEM BACK!"
This came as a bit of a shock to me, since I had no idea that MaineMedia had re-employed me! You'd think they'd let ME know.
So now I have to call the unemployment office and find out what the heck is going on. Like I'll be able to get through! Mondays, I'm sure the phones are ringing off the hook up there in Augusta.
A CLOSE CALL
The sign on the Weight Watchers door said, "We will be closed Sunday for Easter, and will also close Saturday at noon."
I saw this on Friday, and thought, "Oh my God, Easter is this Sunday?"
So I told Rex to make sure the Easter Bunny was well supplied and ready to deliver, and Kayti was looking forward to chocolate (and the celebration of the Resurrection, too, of course. Not.). She was bummed that I would not be at home Sunday morning as I am pet-sitting 20 miles away. I soothed her by promising to drive over Sunday morning before she even woke up. A couple of times she asked, "Are you sure tomorrow is Easter?" because really, there'd been no other indication except that note on the WW door.
Finally I remembered to look it up online, and discovered what all you, dear readers, already know. Easter is two weeks away!
I called Rex and pulled him off Easter Bunny detail. He wasn't happy that he'd made a completely unnecessary trip to the grocery store. But he was happy that it wasn't too late to not observe Easter TWICE!
Plus we would have felt incredibly stupid after hunting for eggs and having our ham dinner and enjoying our Easter baskets, only to find out everyone else in the world was just going about their normal Sunday activities!
Blame it on Lexulous. I sit down to play one game, and then I find myself hitting "Rematch" after every contest. The way I justify it: I'm honing my skills as a cruciverbalist.
Speaking of which, I am going to try to post the crossword puzzles I am learning to build. Feel free to print them out and attempt to solve them. Feedback would be nice, but it's not required.
SOMETHING WEIRD
As you may or may not know, I was laid off from MaineToday Media in November and I am collecting unemployment as I look for a new job. Yesterday I got a letter from the state Department of Labor that said, "We have been notified by MaineToday Media that you became employed there as of Feb. 29, 2012. You have claimed unemployment benefits since them, and now, GIVE THEM BACK!"
This came as a bit of a shock to me, since I had no idea that MaineMedia had re-employed me! You'd think they'd let ME know.
So now I have to call the unemployment office and find out what the heck is going on. Like I'll be able to get through! Mondays, I'm sure the phones are ringing off the hook up there in Augusta.
A CLOSE CALL
The sign on the Weight Watchers door said, "We will be closed Sunday for Easter, and will also close Saturday at noon."
I saw this on Friday, and thought, "Oh my God, Easter is this Sunday?"
So I told Rex to make sure the Easter Bunny was well supplied and ready to deliver, and Kayti was looking forward to chocolate (and the celebration of the Resurrection, too, of course. Not.). She was bummed that I would not be at home Sunday morning as I am pet-sitting 20 miles away. I soothed her by promising to drive over Sunday morning before she even woke up. A couple of times she asked, "Are you sure tomorrow is Easter?" because really, there'd been no other indication except that note on the WW door.
Finally I remembered to look it up online, and discovered what all you, dear readers, already know. Easter is two weeks away!
I called Rex and pulled him off Easter Bunny detail. He wasn't happy that he'd made a completely unnecessary trip to the grocery store. But he was happy that it wasn't too late to not observe Easter TWICE!
Plus we would have felt incredibly stupid after hunting for eggs and having our ham dinner and enjoying our Easter baskets, only to find out everyone else in the world was just going about their normal Sunday activities!
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