Stream of Consciousness Saturday — Empty 05/19/18

Before I stopped blogging to give in to the overall meh of clinical depression, I was somewhat addicted to Linda G. Hill’s Saturday Stream of Consciousness writing prompt; without it I probably would have stopped writing this blog months before I did. At first I felt a little off without it, then as the existential…

The other shoe that threatens to fall

Yesterday I was too happy about allergy inducing lilacs and the other amazing springtime flora that I wrote too many words to add on the other thing that is going on. I wrote about the deepening depression even after I got a job , and how I still had the feeling there was another shoe about…

Beeyoootifulaachoo

I’m assuming the majority of my followers are not terribly familiar with Second Life (SL) and are just fine with that, so I’ll keep the explanation of the photos to a minimum before beginning the lark of the post. SL is a 3-D virtual world owned by Linden Lab and it is failed attempt at…

Aaannnnnnnddddd…we’re back

:::brushes off the neglected blog’s dust and cobwebs, and settles down with a cup of coffee and a blank page and ponders what to write::: It  has been a long break from writing and pretty much everything else.  Those familiar with this blog will notice that the format has changed and I’m still rearranging the…

Kismet

I knew what kismet meant when I named him. It means fate or destiny. I thought it was Yiddish, but the word comes from Turkish and Arabic. His name at the shelter was T.T. No one knew what it was about. It was a horrible name. He was pictured and described on the shelter’s website…

Boats and ice jams

When you don’t have to put your whole energy into the basic survival categories of food, water, and shelter, then you may have some extra time to muse upon more esoteric existential issues, like, “What the fuck am I up to now?” I did get a new job at the beginning of the year. I…

What to title this?

It’s the nature of this beast called depression (and/or possibly just gunshy, realistic and pragmatic) to look askance at anything remotely positive because you know full well there’s another shoe left to drop. I have a tendency to bury the lead, so I’ll resist that habit and state that I have been offered, and have…

Hello darkness

Depression comes in many forms and nuances. Descriptions of depression do the same. Over the years my depressions have come and gone, or more like ebbed and flowed — never really off. Like the tide, they follow some recognizable patterns. Also like the tide, the exact same water doesn’t hit the exact same beach with…

Let’s talk depression

While I am missing my job, I am not missing my co-workers. Before I closed the blog (and re-opened it and…) I had written several posts about the bitchy people I worked with, enough where one reader quipped about cow-orkers and it stuck. About a month before the layoff, one cow-orker, a single woman in…

What fresh hell…

I had another post planned, but I’m rollin witit today. Backstory: I’ve written, in now hidden posts, about my long standing quasi phobia of having my picture taken. I’ve been like this since a child. Amish in a past life? I dunno. There are few photos of me. I have little panic attacks when I…

Stupid interviewing rules # 6 and #7

There are rules to interviewing for a job. Some make sense: Know the job to which you applied. Don’t confuse the application for the underwater basket weaving position with the rocket scientist position. Know the name of the company. Don’t wear a stripper outfit to the interview unless you are applying to be a stripper….

It’s HR departments that are spooky

Taking a break from the truly horrifying: HR departments, resume writing and re-writing, trying to make cover letters not sound completely lame, state bureaucracies for getting the pittance of assistance, winter is coming. Happy Halloween instead! Boo! Here’s some of my piktoors from virtual land. My first blog slideshow! And, as always, no Photoshopping, just…