Attention Internets:
Mistress Ginny will treat you to another pointless entry in this now fully-armed and operational battlestatio-ah, BLOG!!!
I know, Dear Readers. You are saying "but she just updated, like, the other day!" First, please don't interject the word "like" unnecessarily into your speech or writings. You'll sound like a moron. Second, I am trying out the concept of semi-regular posts. Other people do it, so why can't I?
Well, I should have run right home and told the Internet sooner, but it seems my life has officially gone to Hell. In a handbasket, or handcart, depending on your upbringing. I'm a loser in EVERY possible way! Hooray! Please send monies.
Seriously, my house has come apart. I need big cash to get it fixed up for 20th, er, 21st century livin'. Does anyone out there know a plumber who would be OK with getting paid with comic books or drawings or something? Maybe money a little at a time. Do let us hear from you!
Also, please consider adopting a lovely cat. We have a variety to choose from. I'll post pictures one day. Then you'll really be sorry.
So, you may be wondering, "who's this 'we'?" I'm just a little tired is all. We'll be fine after some sleepies.uuuuu Hah! That last bit was Cat-Typing(TM). Actual Cat-Typing(TM). That's when some cat of mine lunges across the keyboard. In related news, I have a whole Bookmark folder full of Cat-Internet Searches(TM). It's weird the places they take you. Usually a lot of numbers and thrilling backdoor locations on forbidden Websites. Those crazy cats!
Alert: If you are tired of my job complaints, skip waaay down. OK. Also, I need another job or I'm just going to lose it. Really just lose it some day soon. People, please tip well-or don't order delivery. Just sayin'. Incidentally,
anything under 3 or 4 bucks is not a good tip. Cost of living goes up for us all, and gas is
sooo not going to be less than 2 bucks ever again. Did I forget to mention the problem of robbery? If I'm going to risk my life for your convenience, please pay me accordingly. My life is totally worth more than 78 cents. Assholes. OOp! My first Blog expletive? I dunno.
I was recently offered a position at a bookstore, well, I should say a warehouse for the purpose of storing books to be sold on the Internet. That's how it's all done now. This very lovely person who frequented my former bookstore, offered me 7 bucks an hour to start. More, that is, 25 or 50 cents more per month over, say, 6 months,
if he "liked my work." Part time and temporary until he was caught up. Did I mention he had known me for years and knew I had worked in this store for 13 years? A couple as manager. In all seriousness, I was offered less than half of my former wage to work for a store 45 minutes away. A less tolerant and jaded person would have been pretty darn insulted. I was just incredulous, speechless, and ultimately, had to turn down this generous offer. Honestly, no bookguy is going to be able to offer a lot of money. He's a nice guy and I wish I could have done it. I'd have been tempted if the place had been closer. I just honestly love books. I love to clean them, restore them, just handle them. Yes, I love me some books. But not enough to be sitting below the approaching minimum wage. I'm no good at haggling. I just don't feel I should do it. If you don't want me to work for you, just offer me a lousy wage. I'll just turn you down. I can't beg for more. It's just too stupid to play a game like that. When do you stop? I have to say it. I do. I just can't picture a man with the same experience being offered that wage. Don't agree? I'm not surprised.
I've been encouraged to pursue teaching as a profession. A fine and noble pursuit. Thing is, I think a teacher should be way smarter than I am. I hate to think my teachers were this underqualified. I guess they weren't, though. Standards are a lot lower now, I bet. No offense, V. You are an exception and are truly way smart. Also, my dad was a professor and so is my sister. I don't wanna look like I'm copying. But MAINLY, I remember that whole "...Those who can't -
teach" thing. Super depressing for an artist to face. Even a spectaculary failed artist such as myself. *wades purposefully into Nile* Move aside, crocodile.
Then there's my personal life-oh! Look at the time!
Later, my humps!
