My Crush on Ron Paul Continues

So My crush on Ron Paul continues.

Also I called Deaconess Hospital today and talked with

Mr. Turner in Human Resources.

He was incredibly rude and told me

all the jobs I had applied for had been

filled by much more qualified candidates

(IS HE AWARE OF MY SPELLING PROWESS?

UM…..I WAS TESTED AT TYPING AND 90 WPM???

Plus, I learned how to use that dictaphone even after I lied about it!

THAT”S CALLED CHUTZPAH!!)

and when I pointed out the problem with the online application tool

he told me not to call back anymore.

So that went well.

I guess you were right about Deaconess all along,

but still it made me sad.

I knew that being an admitting clerk would fulfill a dream of mine,

which is to make more than 6.00 an hour

in this,

our great state,

full of low paying jobs and

worse working conditions.

Yes Virginia,

it’s true that at this late date in 2008 you can’t sit down unless you’ve

worked 5 hours.

All that for 6.00 an hour.

Mick Cornett is right, as usual.

This is truly the golden age for Oklahoma City.

I’ve come to the conclusion I’m not going to hear back

from Stanley Hupfeld after writing him a letter

asking why I was told by one of his people in human resources land

that a person needed Greek and Latin

to be an admitting clerk.

So I’d say the job search is going well.

Plus, I had the one job for three whole weeks.

So, basically, I’m feeling very successful.

Unfortunately, my blogging days are done.

The type is so small over here when I’m

typing this it’s kind of hard to tell what I’m doing.

Probably you have to upgrade and pay something

to get type big enough so you can read it and write it.

When I post it, it posts fine.

It’s just the typing it part that is way smaller than the bug crawling on the

screen over here.

No big fights to report at the thrift stores today.

Ok.

So this is sad, but I’m signing off.

My writing career is over.

I can hardly read this.

You know.

I’m beginning to think that some of this Internet stuff isn’t

all it’s cracked up to be.

Waiting 18 hours for email.

Disappearing email.

Ones I sent never arrived at all.

Online application things suck.

I’m beginning to think,

though I’m not sure,

that the Internet might not be working for everyone.

Like some of us poor saps who continue

to be good community members.

And by the way,

I am pretty impressed that people

in Norman did the right thing and didn’t vote for

whatever the new library was going to cost.

It just goes to show for all you people who still

care enough to vote that you can get something done.

However, I think it’s a riot that they’re still going

to try and pass something to build the library.

Have the people not spoken?

Well yes.

But we’re gonna keep putting it out there until we get what we want.

Which is always more taxpayer money.

Oh. The rash on my hands is getting a little better.

I still  have the feet and leg problem

(right leg mainly)

but I’m thinking it will get better,

especially now that I no longer

have to limp around the store pushing the shopping cart

putting up fleece.

Oh and the Ron Paul thing.

He’s my hero.

I can’t stand politicians but I’m pretending

he isn’t one and he’s not from Texas.

I’m pretending he’s from Montana or North Dakota.

I’ve pretty much given up on Maine,

since I’m just a little depressed.

(SLOOPY SLOOPY!!!!)

Well not a little, a lot.

But what are you gonna do?

I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do.

I’m gonna do what I love to do.

That’s clean.

I am cleaning now!

I don’t need Stanley Hupfeld!

(I still know all the words.)

I don’t need Mr. Turner

or that

Nutbag at the Health Sciences Center.

(I wonder if that dress was velvet or black wool jersey?)

Hell no!

I am marching forward.

In a few weeks when I get out of bed again,

things are gonna be great!

This is the damn golden age!

And I want to be a part of it.

I’m gonna live and live now.

Something something I know how.

Oh Mr. Arnstein here I ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….

I’m gonna something….

I’ll beat the drums…

(You know she had a parade song in Funny Girl

and then one in Hello Dolly, Before the Parade passes by

which always reminds me of that clothing store

Passing Parade. What an odd location that was.

Besides, who wants to shop at Passing Parade when

you have Salvation Army and 99 cent days at Goodwil?

Nobody that’s who! God this type is small.)

And something something

and nobody is

gonna rain on my paraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade…

(music fades and the downpour starts right after the thunder and lightning)
 

 

 

 

Read All About It

 

Laura and Jenna Bush have

written a book titled

Read All About It,

about a character named Tyrone

who has ADD or something.

I know this because I listened halfheartedly

to the thing on the

Today Show last week.

I’m not sure which was worse,

her talking about Tyrone

or my listening to it,

but I’ll vote for my listening to it because I knew better.

Long ago I wanted to pull my hair out

listening to Laura Bush speak in that manner

only reserved for Bushes,

patronizingly telling Americans how important it is to read.

Luckily for me I didn’t pull my hair out,

so there was plenty on reserve to fall out over these last

horrible Bush years.

Ever since the literary grande dame Barb Sr.

called Pay Conroy

Pat Conway

in her biography,

I’ve been thinking the literary thing

might just be a front for something

hiding the fact that this has

got to be the most self centered

egotistical

vapid

self serving

non reading

non thinking

group

since

Eleanor of Aquitaine and Henry II and the kids.

Or at least the guy who married the horse.

Still,

now that they have managed to destroy what was left of

the USA

I guess I do owe them a thanks for my not having to ever

have to sing a patriotic song again,

or recite the pledge of allegiance.

That’s a relief.

And now that I’m employed at a minimum wage

job in the retail bidness

I have them to thank for

the opportunity to once again

view how employees are treated

at the minimum wage scale thing.

(Not so good. Just like always.)

However,

according to our own mayor,

we’re living in the golden age,

so I’m sure that will pick up soon.

Not real soon,

but probably kinda soon.

It’s just so good to know that people are still trying to carve

out some kind of existence at 5 something an hour,

and millionaires are taking a part of that

to bring a basketball team

to Oklahoma City,

and get more and more tax breaks to do it.

Welcome to the middle ages.

The economy is in the toilet,

the war goes on

blah blah,

and nobody anywhere seems to really know what they’re doing.

It’s basically every man for himself

here in Thunderdome!

It just makes you want to email

Laura Bush

and tell her to

read all about it,

doesn’t it?

Job Hunting

 

Applied for another couple of jobs at _________________________.

Luckily for me I’ve spiffed up my resume and really think

that that may be part of the problem as to

why I haven’t heard back from

companies for 8 or 9 months.

Let’s say you apply for a job at ___________

a nationally known company located in

______________________.

Let’s say you talk to their human resources director

who is named ___________________.

______________ has been at_________________

for many years.

You say what you have to offer to __________

because you have worked at ________________

for a long time.

More later.

I’m getting a phone call from ____________.

 

Invading Texas

 

I’m bracing for our invasion of Texas,

which surely must be on our list of upcoming

invasions

especially in light of how much we care about women,

children,

and

people.

Looks like we’ve got some terrorists of our own

and I’m not talking about the subprime guys.

Financial terrorists are ok

as long as they wear suits

and donate lots of money to their favorite Congressmen/women.

It’s also nice to know that grown women in Texas

at the

Love Temple

have been doing the right thing by 13 year old girls.

Yes, religion is a great thing but I’m beginning to

think God is

1.  On vacation

2.  Stuck in an incredibly long meeting

3.  Retired

or something.

Remember the Alamo.

Yee

haw.

 NOT MOVING TO TEXAS.

UpDate

He showed up but forgot the tools he needed,

but luckily we had some.

(At least it wasn’t Ferrin and Derrin,

the linoleum installers.

I’m glad I had the experience of seeing the bubbles in the floor, though.

I never even knew something like that could happen.)

Stopped back in to read the news today,

just to see what else has been destroyed by

the Bush Administration.

Looks like things are still rolling along.

Now that Cd rates are still lower,

I’m trying to find the positive and I’m thinking

it’s that I won’t be having to worry about what to do

with any money that I have may have had laying around.

Laying or lying.

Sitting around.

Remember when I told you about the guy

who worked at the ______________

and how he said it would take 4-6 weeks for them

to make a decision on the ______________ clerk’s job?

Well I got an email from him

telling me I wasn’t getting the job and they

had made their decision

so I guess things can move a little more quickly than I was told.

I was going to call him yesterday and tell him that

they’d better hurry because it looked like I was going to

be snapped up,

but I didn’t want to use my cell phone minutes.

It just makes me feel better that you don’t need 3 months to figure out

how to hire someone from online applications.

Yes online applying is unbelievably horrible

an incredible experience.

Still waiting for a response from Stanley Hupfeld that I sent

last fall,

asking why an admitting clerk needed Greek and Latin degrees

(told to me by one of the employment people)

in addition to being bilingual.

It just goes to show that the lower the job,

the more education you need

which means I have totally been missing the boat

by not applying for the President of Harvard’s position.

God, I miss my old mailman.

UpDate

We are definitely moving.

Any

place

 but

here.

Over and Out.

Tuesday

 

Another washing machine guy called.

Will wait for washing machine guy again.

Monday

 

The washing machine guy didn’t show up.

Resign, Go Away and STFU

 

Way late Just in time for something,

it looks like Treasury Secretary Hank P

is going to do something.

Unfortunately,

it’s not resigning,

but I can dream, can’t I?

(I’m a sucker for Japanese priest/love movies with candles everywhere)

Can’t I pretend I’m locked in

the bend of

something something?

For dreams are just like wine.

And I am drunk with mine.

Hic.

They absolutely have no shame.

 

Seeing as how it’s a lot of his

buddies

in

“the financials”

that screwed up

I’m beginning to think

old Hank just

plain didn’t care what was happening

or he’s just been too damn busy birdwatching.

Does anybody at Harvard teach anything to these guys

except how to rob people and generally just be incompetent?

I thought we’re supposed to be

proactive and think outside of the box?

Then how come they’re always reactive and

keep doing the same old things?

And now

to sort of disingenuously

want to give the Fed more power

smacks of whatever it is that they call

it when you want to hand over something to

somebody else because then later on

when it’s screwed up you can say something

like

“Don’t blame us it’s the Fed that done did it!”

Who in the fuck is the Fed?

They’re not accountable to anybody;

so why in the hell are they setting policy and

making life miserable for people who actually saved their money?

And here we go again with the old

fixing the problem after the fact routine

and,

of course,

wanting to start a new agency, commission, etc.

Wow.

I guess what I really find amusing are

the people who are the lackeys for these

losers, imbeciles, and crooks

administration officials,

all the little underlings

that evidently had their little souls ripped

out of their bodies

a long time ago.

The good news is

 under the

watch of this administration

so many things are broken,

 pillaged,

and left for dead,

there’s just not that much left to destroy.

Yep,

all the big stuff is done.

Also,

still waiting to hear

someone question the

patriotism of

corporate executives who basically steal

as much as they can before they move on

somewhere to do it again

instead of questioning the

patriotism of

people protesting the war

and the fact

that they’d

like to keep more of their money

instead of giving it to whichever

millionaire

wants it this week.

And this

Hope Now bullshit is incredible.

The following quote is nice:

 

This is not the time or place to lay blame,

although there is plenty of that to go around–

from irresponsible, naïve, or undereducated borrowers

to sloppy, unscrupulous, or predatory lenders.

The immediate issue is what, if anything,

can be done through new policies to prevent

these problems from snowballing.

Oh yeah?

 Well this is exactly the time to lay blame

on the backs of the greedy bastards

who have fucked everybody else.

Jesus Christ.

It sounds like somebody’s grandmother wrote that

on her way to Sunday School.

Speaking of grandmothers

I have almost perfected the

brown sugar cookie recipe I’ve been

working on for ages.

I’ll post it tomorrow.

 

 

What a vision!

And all this time

I thought she looked like George Washington.

~From the movie, Jumbo

& Jimmy Durante is talking

About Martha Raye in a wedding dress