As most of you know, I'm back in MI now. If you didn't...surprise! Not sure what I'm going to do about this blog. I'm not a Fudgie in Juneau anymore. Pretty soon I'll post the harrowing tale of my trip here along with the photos I took driving by at highway speeds.
Until then, I'll post my everyday ramblings that you've grown so fond of. This morning I brushed my teeth. Then I ate my leftover subway sammich. Then I...no, just kidding.
I applied for three jobs this morning. One as a bank teller, heh heh. One as a van driver for what I can assume is the elderly and infirm. And one at a carbide cutting manufacturing plant in Lewiston. That one was the hardest. I was trying to print out a nice envelope to mail my resume (pronounced reh-zoom). I wasted at least 5 good envelopes. The first few were lost to paper jams until I figured out how to load it properly. I printed the next one and realized I'd spelled 'carbine' instead of 'carbide'. When I printed the next one and thought I had it all worked out and was ready to mail, I realized I spelled the lady's name wrong that it was attention to. Who spells their name Triscia anyway? Hookers and cesspool salesmen, that's who.
Side note: this evening I'm applying for more jobs online. I was checking the Bay City Tribune for listings. I looked at all the jobs. Just for funsies I checked out all the apartments for rent, homes for rent, homes for sales, RV and trailer lots for rent, et cetera. After I was all done and satisfied I noticed the tag after the title of the newspaper. "Matagorda County's Leading News Source Since 1845." Matagorda County? There's no Matagorda County in MI. I had been looking at the Bay City, TX newspaper.