One thing I discovered today is that people afflicted with poverty should not go to employment agencies with their dog in tow. It affects many people's prejudices. Too much time in my life where I could do whatever I felt like.
Before I get involved in the day I need to tell everyone that by Sunday this blog will be moved! The new address will be warchild.iconrate,net/weblog/. This site was under a hundred megs of bandwidth left! The new site is free but I get 3 times as much space and bandwidth. It also doesn't have any banners. It might be done by Saturday.
So bright and early Ethel and I took off armed and dressed in the height of eager willing slave to the grind fashion. It was raining so I had my umbrella. Out first stop was at this agency where they put Ethel and I in a room by ourselves. They gave me a flake test - you know the kind that only an absolute flake can't complete perfectly in like 10 minutes, that is also loaded with all these “It's ok to be high at work as long as you do your job” True or False . . . Ethel slept. I was on this nice computer that ran Windows XP - what an ugly ugly OS. Anyway I got bored and discovered I had an internet connection. After exploring the intranet (dull) I went and looked at my blog. I was horrified to discover it was a total mess in Internet Explorer! So I went in and fixed it up and realized I'd been sitting there for nearly 2 hours! (Surely someone on Windows could have told me!) So I went looking for someone. They'd forgotten me.
So it's now about noon so we went to the next one. I went in and they asked me to come back at Monday because things were so slow.
At the third one they asked me for a resume and asked me to call on Monday but everything was so slow right now.
By 2:00 our business day was over with no results.
We took a circuitous route home and then Ethel got very quiet. We were back in the area where the two of us first found each other. It must not have held very pleasant memories for her as she walked very fast with her tail between her legs. Far in contrast to the usual happy animal she is and was when we first met.
We walked past a house and someone called my name. It was one of the women from the lawyers office. We bitched about work some and then she got personal. She asked me if my coat was real leather! What an odd thing to wonder. She then decided to tell me how all the women gossiped about me and how the blonde, who I dislike, was telling everyone she had sex with me! She and I have not even had coffee together. I'm polite but I'm polite to most, I think.
So we said goodbye and I got into a funk thinking about poverty. I think about how people squeeze dollars when they pay for something praying that that five or ten is really two bills stuck together, how so many live in a constant state of fear and anxiety, of how so many more people today live on an edge of starvation that is sotted with food stamps and income tax credit. Little things that make me wonder why they take it, why they aren't rioting in the streets screaming for equality. Why are so many I see, more and more living on the brink and just accepting that this is the way life is. Bush and the TriLateral Commission are succeeding in reducing Americans to the level of the rest of the world.
Most people are surprised that I am right wing. Not as an excuse to be a nut job spewing smug hate with distorted facts and lies. I'm right wing because I believe in freedom and feel, regretfully that justice is an impossible thing. My justice is not your justice but to make it your justice I'll have to kill you. I believe in the freedom that enables you to establish your personal justice as long as you tolerate and love your community and appreciate all those that comprise it.
There's a name for it but we don't have a ballot or a candidate. It's a political agenda that started in the depression. It's called Humanistic populism and the extreme part of it is that it preaches that we are part of a community and we all have responsibilities to each other, that we will strive together to see that we all have enough to eat and can sleep securely and walk in safety. It's a real movement and still exists although we are a minority.
Ethel and I enjoyed our walk. Over 12 miles! I love Fat Yellow Dog and Chow but it was good for us to be out as just the two of us. We have fun as a man and his idiot dog should.
Went to the art installation last night. I got lots of carrot sticks . . . Ethel got lots of sausage rolls, little things but, she insisted, packed with the vitamins a dog needs. The installation was more of a play and it was terrible but, man, who ever did the lighting and sound must have been a genius . . . or at least competent.
Oh and to celebrate the new host on Sunday I'll be putting up a new little story. It's something I've been working on and I think you'll find it entertaining. It's about a dog and about a post nuclear war. It's a true story about love, fidelity and understanding and involves kings soldiers and destruction. Mainly it's about love that will not be destroyed.