in a van…down by the river

in a van…down by the river

(A little bit of Chris Farley for your Monday morning anyone?)

In my case, I won’t be in a van, but my car, down by some river.

After 28 legitimate leads, 13 interviews, 3 staffing agencies/recruiters, countless events, meeting people left and right with a smiley face, a bunch of other efforts I can’t even keep track of anymore and 6 weeks…well, I’ll just make you guess the rest.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of BLR:
Adventures of a girl on the road going town to town to learn how to make the crispiest french fries in deep fryers.

I know some people out there think it’d be fun to not work a ton, have no stress, pressure, etc. Good on those folks, to each their own, That’s just not me. It never has been. I like to work and be busy. As in- a lot of work and busy. I’m ready to crush it. I’m not going to stop trying until I have gone to every city in America to get myself busy and making money. Someone will smarten up sooner than later and see that I can make them a lot of money. Then they will hire me for more than one day of work a week, they will treat me well and I will crush it for them.

Until then, I will fill time by drawing pictures on pieces of cardboard and sitting outside gas stations with signs that read something like:
Dog died
Truck broke
Husband left
Need beer

…and people with throw their extra pennies in my cup.

And you think I’m kidding.

Look, all bets are off. This has reached the point of absurdity. I have figured out my stripper name; Bandit Hidden Valley so I’ve got to get crackin’. At least those places are always hiring.

Is this all as entertaining for you as it is for you? It’s not worth crying over. I mean sure, I am really pissed off that my talents are going unused in a lot of ways right now, but I swear I have more material for blogging and book writing than I could ever use in one lifetime.

Everything happens for a reason. I love every minute of it. Even the pissed off ones. I was fortunate enough to learn a long time ago that anything really is possible. When you learn that, you get this perpetual fire inside you and nothing can shut you up or stop you. (Maybe that’s why that nun in that religion class I despised when I was about 12 years old hauled off and smacked yelling at me that I was a “Bold little girl!”) I guess she saw my fire.

Off to keep the good fight fighting!