by grafixworks

Is that an opportunity I see on the horizon or just a dust storm? After the fiasco of last Friday my money is on a dust storm. I’m still mortified at my performance on that stupid test. Early this morning I actually wrote them an apology. This has to be a first, a candidate writing an apology email. Folks, I’m starting a new craze. Instead of a thank you notes, I’ll start send apology notes.  I’m sure that will instill confidence into a prospective employer. Then again maybe not!

This weekend I got together with my inner circle of friends. We usually play a few hands of Mah Jong but this weekend we just talked. They gave me some wonderful perspectives on being unemployed and bless their hearts offered me work. Yes ladies, I would definitely paint your living room, dining room, and hall and organize your basement. Only thing, I won’t take money. They are my good friends and while I’m off I’d be glad to lend a hand.

This AM I devoted some extra time looking for freelance gigs. I’ve said this before, but I need to be busy. If I can’t find a full time job at least I can try to get some freelance gigs so I don’t feel so unproductive. I’m a layout machine. I’ve wonder should I back pedal and approach my former employer about doing some layout work for them? I know that work like the back of my hand. I did it for almost 8 years. When I left I told myself, I didn’t want to do that, work for them, but… We’ll see. Who knows maybe they don’t even want me to do work for them. That’s quite possible with the way my boss felt about me.

I’ve been working on this blog for well over an hour now, and I’ve read, and reread what I’ve written. My brain does not appear to be working in a linear fashion today. Time to redirect. I’ve spent enough time on this job hunting thing and this blogging thing for one day. It’s time do some things around the house that will be productive. However, before I can earn that feeling of accomplishment I really should do some physical torture. I don’t know. I don’t feel like it. It’s still early. Maybe a nap instead and then some ice cream. Nothing says accomplishment like a nap on a lumpy couch, and refrozen ice cream. I’m sold!