Tag: Job Hunting

Bananas Looking for Jobs in The Age of The Internet and the Rapid Depersonalization (unless it's Kickstarter, of course) and the Basic Anonymity We've Become Accustomed to. OR, HOW I SPENT MY DAY TODAY. SHOW 'n TELL EDITION 

I often wonder how crazy I am. I really would like to know. But I wait. Since smart folks never dare me to argue with them. take me in as as opponent in an argument – any argument. They are doomed to lose from the start. They know that. The smart ones do. 
But I would love it if someone could design me A Crazy Meter so I can weigh what’s up there, once in a while. 
So here goes show ‘n tell. 
(As usual, I can’t keep my mouth shut.)
SO. 
FIRST, I’ve crept back onto the Guardian comments where I was very vocal and frequently censored and eventually they shelved my profile. However, even though that is the material I want to access, I cannot, because of some screwy behavior on their part with emails. When I first started writing there as vasiliki53 I was extremely diplomatic and responsible. Sensible. But then one day I opened another profile the one I have everywhere else and i went ballistic. I was so sharp – But anyway, because I am so lazy about figuring stupid problems out (waste of tai me, isn’t it?) y However a few people told me a couple of my comments were brilliant – hahaha – it’s the British sense of humor (must’ve been British in the time of Charlemagne? RIGHT.) 
ITS been one those days, as we often say.  Meow. Meow. 
   
    
    
    
    
 
HOWEVER
My first comment back was in response to Gov of Virginia – terry – who would have to decide that day on whether to reinstate the use of the ELECTRIC CHAIR …
And I said:
NO FUCKING WAY
I have a theory (about that). 
However, not, but in another piece which may possibly be more sensible at that time. But I will explore that. 
Damn. 
(Here’s a  hint.)
It has to do with Modern Psychiatry.  
More than one personality thing?
That one. Yeah. 
My story, of course, has a twist. 

The Night Sky

It’s Monday.  But it feels like Friday.  Actually, it doesn’t feel like any day at all.

Time is Infinite. Unlimited.

Today could be a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

But it feels like a Friday.  And midnight is only an hour away, and even here in Rockville, you can see a modest collection of stars in the sky.

I don’t know why I like Buddha so much, but I do.  I think it’s because of his pose.  It’s serene.  And I also know if I were to live to the age of 90, I would still sit cross-legged.  It’s the most conducive pose for meditation.  The trunk of the body rests on the buttocks.  The arms hang.  Some are shrouded.  Others are clearly defined.

My appeal for Buddha took hold of me when I was a teenager.  He appealed to me.  Something clicked inside.  I knew the Crucifix was too dramatic for me.  You must embrace pain when you are a Christian.  And I thought:  I already feel enough pain.  What I need to feel is good.  So looking at Buddha and reading about him made me feel good, even though I did not understand the philosophy well.  It still confuses me, but I like it that way.  I prefer the way I feel when I am with Buddha.  Serenity spreads.

THUNDER BOLT

Then I’m jarred back to a reality I really know nothing about.  I am looking at a position that came through LinkedIn.  And I’m going:  Man, who can do all of that stuff?  Definitely not me.  And so that makes me feel out of touch … in a way.  I can clearly observe standards even though I cannot meet the requirements of the position.  Also, I’d like to know who does.  Cause I’d like to meet that person!

I am so far away from you all.  I am in another world.