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fatrockstar) wrote2007-03-19 11:45 am
fatrockstar) wrote2007-03-19 11:45 am
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Vacation was good. My cousin and his posse were excellent hosts. I got plenty of sunshine and developed a desire to snowboard.
I put locks on my baggage when I travel -- fancy TSA-approved locks that cost $8 a pop. When my bags arrived home one of them had a sticker that said it had been searched (uh-oh) and my lock was missing. I opened the bag and looked inside hoping to find my broken lock, but it wasn't in there. The TSA crew in Colorado had removed my lock and failed to put it back on. Great. I was tired, somewhat hung over, and hungry (the layover didn't give me any time to get a sandwich), so I blew up. I went to the Delta baggage counter and complained. I called the TSA office and complained. When Garret finally arrived I complained at him a little and then decided to shut up. It's not his fault some $10/hr TSA yahoo didn't replace my lock. We decided to eat, ASAP.
Now I need to put my job search into high gear. Funny how it seems like that's what I've been doign all along, but I guess not. The EE wants me and just needs to find a good fit for me. The temp agencies have all the good jobs but their recruiters get all stupid if they see a functional resume. I'm a little depressed and frustrated at this. I know I've been out of the workforce for a while, but I've been using that time to my advantage. Unfortunately, a six-month hiatus makes me look bad no matter what I've been doing. It wouldn't matter if I was feeding starving children in Africa or exploring Mars, six months is six months.
So I'm fighting the negativity that's hovering over me and threatening to take over. Right now I'm going to run off to the gym and then a few errands. Maybe that will shake this funk.
I put locks on my baggage when I travel -- fancy TSA-approved locks that cost $8 a pop. When my bags arrived home one of them had a sticker that said it had been searched (uh-oh) and my lock was missing. I opened the bag and looked inside hoping to find my broken lock, but it wasn't in there. The TSA crew in Colorado had removed my lock and failed to put it back on. Great. I was tired, somewhat hung over, and hungry (the layover didn't give me any time to get a sandwich), so I blew up. I went to the Delta baggage counter and complained. I called the TSA office and complained. When Garret finally arrived I complained at him a little and then decided to shut up. It's not his fault some $10/hr TSA yahoo didn't replace my lock. We decided to eat, ASAP.
Now I need to put my job search into high gear. Funny how it seems like that's what I've been doign all along, but I guess not. The EE wants me and just needs to find a good fit for me. The temp agencies have all the good jobs but their recruiters get all stupid if they see a functional resume. I'm a little depressed and frustrated at this. I know I've been out of the workforce for a while, but I've been using that time to my advantage. Unfortunately, a six-month hiatus makes me look bad no matter what I've been doing. It wouldn't matter if I was feeding starving children in Africa or exploring Mars, six months is six months.
So I'm fighting the negativity that's hovering over me and threatening to take over. Right now I'm going to run off to the gym and then a few errands. Maybe that will shake this funk.