01 May 2009

Job front:

Well the job I was really hoping for in my last post fell through the cracks and they emailed me saying I didn’t qualify for the position. After reviewing the posting, they were right. It was a “Status Candidate” position and I don’t qualify for most of those. So it’s back to the drawing board for me.

Now I’m pursuing another VA job. Its is a bit crappy, and it’s only 15 hours a week, but I will be able to keep going to school and it will get my foot in the door at the VA which is the hardest part. It is for a food line worker in the cafeteria at the VA hospital. I might get to be a “Lunch Lady” type of person. Joy. *sigh* But like I said it will get me into the VA and that is what is important. I keep telling myself that. Yes. *sigh*

School:

Well so far so good. As of right now I think I am pulling “A’s” in all three classes.

The accounting class is still the big pain in the butt that I thought it would be, but I’m really working on it and I won’t let this beat me. I just keep doing the exercises in the work book over and over again until I get it. Usually I have to do four or five of them before something just seems to click in my head and I get it. So that’s what I just keep doing.

To tell the truth the only “problem” I’m having with school is with the girl that I study with on Thursdays. Now there is nothing wrong with her, ‘cause she’s pretty smart, it’s more with her clothing. She likes to wear low cut shirts. Now that in itself isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she is a very pretty young lady and has quite a bit of, er, bosom, to show in those low cut shirts. Just to lay it on the line here, it’s freaking distracting.

Now I’m a typical heterosexual male and like to see some booby every now and then. And most of us will take the opportunity to see some cleavage when it comes along. But if you are trying to study accounting or medical terminology, things tend to disappear out of my head when confronted ALL THE TIME with large amounts of cleavage sitting right next to me. Not just that, but I would like to look her in the face without my eyes dropping south every now and then. I have tried to not look “there”, and have taken the approach of simply not looking at her at all while talking to her. Just keep my eyes on the accounting book or somewhere else, just not on her.

Really, I don’t think she’s terribly aware of the effect she has. Well, what I mean is she is aware that she’s showing her cleavage in a general sense, because she wears low cut shirts all the time and I’m sure she knows she looks good, but not that is could be a distraction to me. Does that make any sense to y’all? The reason I said that is because of the way she was sitting on the curb outside of the school after our test yesterday, kinda hunched over, while I was standing in front of her. Hell, not only could I see her cleavage but everything down to her belt buckle inside her shirt. I ended up walking to her side and kept looking off into the distance, just not at her.

Momentary pause to shoot a groundhog….

OK, I’m back. Just to tell my friends who are animal lovers I only shoot groundhogs because I can’t keep them out of my garden otherwise. Three years ago I had to replant the garden several times. Then two years ago I fenced in the whole thing and they still got in by burrowing under the fence, and I had to replant several times again. Last year I re-made the fence and buried the base of the fence 6-8 inches into the ground so that the groundhogs couldn’t dig under it. They still did and I had to re-plant several times. And then I bought a .22 rifle and I shoot them on sight. I try to make sure that I can kill ‘em as quickly as possible so I have a “one shot, one kill” policy, so I always get a head shot and quick kill.

I know that some of you out there would rather I didn’t, but I do, and I hope we can still be friends. Kristy.

Anything else in my brain needing to get out?

Not much other than I miss y’all some, and I want to post a bit more often and spend some time reading posts. I seem to have a busy schedule for someone who isn’t working. Well, catch y’all later!

I’m Alive… So Far…