Looking Glass

  I eventually did find the destination of which I had been searching. Of course, Gia landed me on a corner of the mega-plex not even close to the northwest rooms. I didn't know this until I hustled my way through this vast expanse of cement and structures, now walking as fast as possible to find these obscure rooms before time ran out. I couldn't miss my chance on finding a potential employer, ya know.  After aimlessly wandering through this park like area in search of the fair, I had to stop several people and show them my printed directions in hope of their deliverance of accurate directions to the rooms. Some of the Center's site staff didn't even know where they were. All of the maps of the Center did not have one building or spot marked with "northwest rooms." After another half hour of schlepping my way around, I found the building with one small banner naming it, northwest rooms. Not one sandwich board, sign or balloon hung anywhere in this sea of fa...

 Yep, you heard me right, schlepping. I was schlepping in Seattle yesterday with nothing but good intentions of making a positive turn with my life. I had connected with an online resource bragging of a Career Fair in Seattle. I armed myself with hard copies of my resume, general cover letters, five different reference letters, plus, I put them all on a thumb drive should that need arise of someone wanting to email my credentials to someone of importance...like Bill Gates. I had registered in advance for the fair, copied directions, imagined what I would wear and even practiced interview techniques. I felt solid and confident. The event was slated from 11am-2pm. I left my house at 10:30am, which ETA in Seattle would be around 11:30 or 11:45 am. Me and my little Honda propelled down a familiar path towards Seattle, via the I-5 freeway.  To play into this day, it is important to note, that a couple of months ago, I decided to upload a navigator system onto my cell phone, for a...

 As my regular readers know, I spent some time a while back googling each of us. I had discovered that there is an English actress named Claire King, an author named Claire King, there is a Mary Claire King...I decided I needed to change my pen name here because of them. Last night when I changed it to Claire MC King, (MC=Margaret Catherine) I felt it set me apart. Now that I've read my post and commented on others' posts as Claire MC King...it appears ridiculous. It looks like a woman who loves McDonald's and Burger King so much, she adopted part of the names. Not liking it at all.  You may make suggestions, or you may see something goofy turn up again.  (For me, when I started this blog about 3 years ago, Claire represented "clarity", of which I needed. King derived from the fact that I was loo"king" for a new path in life after the divorce. I like my blog title and the meaning of my catch lines...etc...)

 I met with Linda again on a Thursday night to turn in my application and $45 fee. The new tenant, Mary was present and we took some time to size each other up and carried on a great conversation, I facilitating it with my normal ease. I felt elated upon leaving. However, in the days that followed, not only did she follow through with calling my references, she emailed me on two other occasions requesting documentation to feel more secure about renting to someone who is unemployed. My retirement account funding, the apartment complex reference of which I had to go out of my way to confirm about, write and deliver a release letter about, have roomie sign her reference letter, and agree to an outline of all of the "in House" rules, and a copy of my driver's license, and a few other things...which I understand her reasoning for her request. I am unemployed and my credit isn't very good. But some of the things were a bit invasive, especially when my friends told me of the...

 As a continuation of my journey to this playing field of which I'm on, I shall continue to share of meetings and happenings. After all, there are other players involved. They make the playing field more interesting and impact my outcome. I will tell of the hits and misses being played during the search for a new home, a new job, and other meanderings.  "The morning after" wasn't awkward with Bryan. Neither of us had anything to feel ashamed of, really. Our morning began by drinking coffee out of different beer glasses...he doesn't have cups either. (laugh here.) I made a mental note of this and thought on my next visit, should there be one, I will actually bring beer. It may be more suitable for these receptacles. I wonder if he ever drinks beer from them, or does he drink that right from the BOTTLE? (smile here).  We talked of the Seahawk's exciting, playoff game being televised in less than 2 hours. I reminded him I had plans to go to KP's house with ...

  My excitement was apparent after viewing Linda's space and it doubled because of Bryan giving me the signal to come for a visit.  After my purchase of a cheap bottle of wine, I drove through the dark and the fog to find Bryan's house. Visibility was a challenge and I passed the proper street...twice. (laugh here). I sent him a text message with my whereabouts so he didn't think I went in the other direction to negate the plan. He responded and said the door was unlocked and to come in. He'd never hear my knock from the ass freezing, cold, man cave.  Upon my entry into his special arena, the football game was being projected on his WALL SIZE screen. (For grumpy's information, it's way bigger than a 60" screen.) We went into the kitchen and he plucked two beer glasses from a cupboard, apologizing that he had no wine glasses. I gently reminded him; if I moved in, he would...and a nice wine rack to boot. (laugh here). I assured him I had no issue with the g...

 The job searches continue and I have personally turned in some application packets, in hopes of meeting the right person with the hiring status. No such luck. I think Human Resource folks are well protected during companies' hiring splurges. I have been told time and again, they would contact me should I warrant an interview. (sigh here). I am not happy with the three staffing agencies I have registered with, either.  I have a couple of friends that send me links within their organizations of new job postings. Unfortunately, they don't have enough clout with their "powers that be," to convince them of my capabilities and scheduling an interview. So, I just keep on keepin' on, (as our, dear, bill would say). (smile here).  During these decision making processes, I decided to do something worthwhile. I figured; rather than spending endless hours in this room absorbed by cyber space, not only do I need to keep being social on occasion, but I need to keep my secret...