Things I have learned

Having been unemployed, I have decided a few things. I don't like being unemployed. I also do not care for a desk job. I am currently temping and am working basically a desk job. Granted I probably would enjoy it more if it were actually my job and there would be some ownership to it. However I really don't like it. Also I know at this point beggars can't be choosers. This whole process has been a study in humility (or maybe it is just humiliation). I say this because really it's a downer all the way around. I really didn't think it would be this difficult to find a full time job. My biggest complaint is that businesses are just not as professional as one would hope. Yes, yes, yes I know, having worked I should know that people are in general spineless wonders who couldn't find their ass with both hands. It is just a huge disappointment in humanity all the way around.

The other thing is one would think being unemployed, essentially homeless and constantly running out of money with no hope for more on the horizon I would be more stressed. I am, don't get me wrong all those things above is enough to call an assisted suicide hot line. However I find that my stress levels are really much lower then they were when I was working against Special K. I saw her in Target this weekend. I just put the stuff I was carrying on the nearest shelf and walked out. I went to another Target and purchased what I had before. I know that may have sounded a bit much for me to have done. But really I just didn't want to deal with her. The last time I saw her was at the end of May and the last thing I said to her was "I have nothing I want to say to you." So even a chance encounter is one I would like to avoid at all cost. Not that I really thought she would engage me, it was just that slim chance she would that initiated the flight response. I haven't spoken to her, seen her or heard from her in almost 8 months. And what a glorious 8 months that has been. I have found that I have more free time in conversations since I don't have her to complain about. So again a bonus. I know I am a notorious complainer, and I must say I have done a relatively good job not bitching about leaving the school. Mostly I just try not to talk about it. Which is actually very easy to do. I just say I was downsized and leave it at that.

So that has been my life in a nut shell... avoidance. :)

Something depressing to ponder.

Are you familiar with the Drake Equation it is a mathematical formula used to determine the number of worlds in the universe that may have intelligent life. If so imagine if you were use the same principles to calculate the number of people in a given city that you could potentially have as a bf. Well I did. Here is what I came up with.


750,000 people in the city I live in (roughly). Divide that in half since half are female.
375,000 Men in the city. Only 10% are homos.
3,750 Gay men in the city. Now I am looking for a particular age group I figure that it probably covers 20% of the population.
750 it is getting bleak people. And since we live in a red state only about 75% will be out.
563 Ok so I probably also want them to be single. Luckily most gay men are. Probably 60% (I am trying to be optimistic)
338 And I would like them to be college educated one out of four Americans have college degrees.
85 I rounded up. I would like a non smoker. Cut it in half cause the gays like to smoke.
43 again I rounded up. About half would be attracted to me.
22 and I would be attracted to half of those
11 men in this city that could potentially be a boyfriend.

The percentage of men in this city I could have as a Boyfriend is .0016% that is 1 out of 68,181 people, I rounded down.



I only have 374 friends on facebook.

To the fuctard who stole my bike.

Go to hell!

Dear Life

Where have you gone and why did you not let me in on the joke. At least you could have let me know I have the plague, a "Kick Me" sign on my back, killed someone, completely repulsive... whatever it is that is going on with my "life".

So until you let me in on it don't bother calling I won't answer.

Belligerent Gay Driver, goes biking.

I as I bike from the scenic south end of the monon trail to the fun filled Broad Ripple section I make a few observations.

1. The south end of the Monon Trail kind of sucks. Not just kind of I mean really sucks. It's a barren wasteland of really unattractive people. Well when there are people, that would be the one nice thing the solitude. The lack of courtesy on that end is also nice I don't know how many times I said "Hey f*#@ head, just trying to cross the street here, there's also a flashing yellow light to look out for us." "A-hole" I just love when they speed up when they see you looking like you are going to cross the street. Seriously I can hear you rev your engine even with my iPod playing. And to the chode who honked when he was 300 feet away and I had just crossed the street, up yours. I was also unaware that horses were aloud on the trail. But if they are fine but bring a shovel and get the horse crap off the trail. And if that's your dog??!?!?!?! yeeeshh!! is all I have to say to that.

2. Broad Ripple, much nicer, hey look cute guy running, the traffic on the cross streets is heavier but they will stop for you which is nice. But I am still skiddish from the south side. Of course more people on the trail too and that is nice but do miss my "me time". Oooo cute guy on a bike. Where was I ah yes also the breeze is cut down by more trees and that is nice to, hot guy running, as well as I feel like I am biking up a hill less. And on the up side my ass has gone numb so I can go for a lot longer now.

3. Did I mention the hot guys up on the north end of the trail. Anyway back to biking related observations. I finally hit the point where people are passing me less on the trail I was fine with the people who obviously race passing me but people who are much larger and older passing was getting old. I admit that I may not be a fast biker but come on. So you must understand my joy when I finally passed my first bikers. No they were not elderly, what is elderly anyway 70-80?? Well these bikers where definitely not 80. Though much like when you drive I hate the people who decide to go faster when they are being passed. Same with Bikers I hate them too. When I started around them they started pedalling faster. I am like really??? I had to slow down because a couple of bikers were coming at me in the other lane. Once they passed the people I attempted to pass slowed down. I believe I let slip something to the effect of "Seriously, make up your minds you dicks." So I just sped up before they had a chance and passed them. I just hate people... like that.

So Monon trail good for a nice trip just avoid the south end cause it sucks and there are a lot of nice looking men who continuously made me feel fat. So to those men I say f*&# off, unless you find that hot then... call me. :)

Have never been so bored in my life.

This includes commencements, weddings, SATs, Faculty meetings, Freshman Orientation and Lifetime Fitness. I have gotten the daily job search down to 20 minutes. I then spend about another hour writing new cover letters and sending them off. After that I have nothing to do. Even Facebook is loosing its shine on me. So here I sit bored. I am so bored that I can't even come up with a blog post. Seriously just shoot me.

So funny story

So years ago when I was working a band camp. There was this girl who was hired to work with us. The group of people that had been working there had known each other for year and I have to say was a pretty damned smart group of people. Well anyway this girl who had come from a pretty competitive high school in the area and at age 20 thought she knew it all. Fine whatever we all think that when we are 20. Some don't grow out of it till they are in their 40's some never. She was taking young enthusiasm to a whole new level. I understand wanting to get the most out of ones experiences, especially after high school. But come on you aren't going to get to run rehearse after only a few weeks with an established group. I mean seriously I had been with the band for 3 summers and the other staff I had known for years as did the band director. And if you know anything about me and my friends we can be a tough shell to crack. We have lots of inside jokes and we know how we work together. Now it is not impossible because we had added the other staff in pretty well. Except this young women, Not really through any fault of ours. She was more interested in telling us what we were doing wrong and making up stories about us. The best was at band camp when she told me and another staffer that she was going up to put on some sunscreen and she left the camp. This was on a Wednesday and we were there till Saturday. She slipped a "note" under the directors door packed her car and left. The note said she wasn't going to talk about the staff and then proceeded for 3 pages to trash us. I laughed at it. The kids didn't like her she really didn't know what she was doing and really it wasn't a loss. Then after the camp she called to complain that she didn't get paid for the full week of camp.

She was fun times. Any time you wouldn't let her do something from the get go without knowing how she did it she would pout and be childish and she would openly tell you what you were doing wrong. Even though she really didn't know how to do it right. Anyway she was in general a pain in the ass. And now she has my old job and will have a fun time with Special K. Those two will just hate one another. If Special K thought I was opinionated I at least had the skills to back it up. And this girl will just hate how Kathy runs things and will let her know. If she is still how she was with students then the kids will hate her too and the program will suffer. I feel especially bad for my Orchestra kids.

Oh Karma how you do like to come back and bite people in the ass.