The hunt is getting the better of me today. I’ve gotten some random signs that I feel tell me I’m never going to work again. A couple of days ago I was playing Google a day and a literature question came up.

What writer created a poem laying in a hammock on William Duffy’s farm that ended with ‘I have wasted my life’?

The answer was ME! Well, it was James Wright.  Yet another reason I’m safe from people Googling me.  At first it was because of the former Speaker of the House, now it’s a contemporary of Robert Bly.

Let’s get back to my angst or depression.  The wife and I have been doing well in trivia but that doesn’t seem to cheer me up.  Brooke is excited about a new karaoke host near us because he’s got a lot of Broadway songs.  I’d rather go into broke single guy mode with good cable and cheap beer.

It’s approaching a year since I got my leg and I’ve been on two interviews.  I saw a opening from the company I thought I had a chance with. (I know I ended the sentence with a preposition but a more important writing rule is ‘be clear’).

My former boss has been promoted and moved to northern California.  It has been over two years since I worked and I’m beginning to feel I couldn’t do any job I apply for.  You don’t really do admin tasks on 2 laptops with Windows 7 Home edition and Ubuntu Linux.