Today’s adventure was to go and spend an hour and a half working with a recruiter, tailoring a response to a job requisition so I look like the Number One Big Kahuna Applicant they’d want to hire. This man has been more than nice and helpful in trying to find a new job for me—he’s put a lot of effort into the task. Also, it appears he’s adopted the Project of finding me a new job as something of a personal cause, and hauled about a third of the office into working on it with him. Which, I must say, is far more than any other recruiter I’ve ever dealt with has done. Here’s hoping the extra effort, and the different style he’s trying as a result of things learned in an office experiment/exercise, actually turn up something.
For the next couple of weeks L is working half-days, so I have some time in the day when she can take care of M and I can go see people about jobs, or be able to talk on the phone without an obbligato of baby noises (which are guaranteed to make you sound un-professional to a hiring manager).
Work-on-the-house and work-on-the-yard continue; nearly all the hackberry brush got hauled off by the City this week on their semi-annual pickup. Matt is intending to take the big chunks of trunk as soon as he can break them down to manageable size. The two rescue crape myrtles are planted, as are all the bedding plants.
Next I have to get at least one section of gutter hung, so I can move the rain barrel where I want it to live, next the garden. At the moment, it’s sitting under a section of old, rotten guttering to catch the pouring fountain off the roof, which keeps the splash from rotting windowsills and doors further. One good storm last week filled it and more, so I have yard water I don’t have to pay for, which works for me. Once I’m again working, I’m going to start buying old food-grade plastic barrels from Callahan’s General Store, and have a go at building a whole string of these for each downspout. The City’s barrels are more pleasing to the eye, but at $120 apiece, I can forgo a lot of aesthetics!
L is helping T dye her hair orange, in anticipation of a weekend church retreat, where T wants to harass the Aggies in attendance. Poly dinner’s tonight, and Hands should be here any minute to pick me up and go.
The Discordian motorcycle is influenced by New York. Fnord.
