Looking Glass

 I took a break from my "to do list," earlier and was scanning my Twitter page. I ran across a young gent who told a story about his hard knock life and endeavors to keep going through personal hardship in order to become a writer. Of course, some points may be enhanced to catch reader's eyes and like his website and all, but something about his smart ass ways caught my eye. He is Craig Stone and his Twitter handle is @robolollycop. He has written at least two books now, and his third is in the works. His second book is called "Life Knocks,", his first was called, "The Squirrel That Dreamt of Madness."  I will have to see about reading them, as I don't have a kindle and I cannot tell the price from Amazon. I didn't look too hard yet, either. He also lives in England or such. He was interviewed for a BBC station and an audio clip is linked to his page of this interview. Quite interesting, really.  http://thoughtscratchings.com/the-method-behind-...

 My brain really is getting fried and tired of all these job applications I am filling out. I have even dropped off some application packets in person, which didn't help a bit. The three temp agencies I am registered with have not called me once. I called them, and they basically put you off by saying, "We'll call you when a job is posted that fits your skills."  I did have an interview on Monday with a local mom and pops roofing company in need of an office assistant. I feel the interview went well, but I am not hanging my hat on hope, either. The co-owner told me she was concerned I was overqualified and they couldn't offer me a pay even close to my old salary and they cannot offer benefits. I did my best to dis sway that opinion in a proper fashion.  I started looking at Craig's List again for a room to rent and so many of them want a roommate ASAP. I will reboot my search this weekend.  I have been attending a mandatory training for SafePlace, Olympia ...

 After the disappointing career fair, I schlepped my way back to the car and gently held Gia, in an attempt to make amends. I punched in my son's address, took a sigh and drove off from which I came. Now, I have noticed that Gia is slow on the rebound often, and again, she waits until the last minute informing me of my next turn. This time I listed the directions to see advance steps, which helped to a degree. Eventually, I purposely did not take a turn...or two...to avoid her putting me back on I-5 interstate. I hate the congestion despite my leisurely attitude in reaching my destination. Messing with her mind was not a big concern for me at this point. I wanted her to "recalculate route," to avoid that freeway. Which she did.  Gia did get her revenge. (laugh here.) When I followed her directions to continue LEFT on Market street, as I crawled up the hill, I saw that Market St. went right, not left. But trust me, I challenged her when I turned into a driveway, did a thr...