2 surprises

My biker friend suddenly went to Billings, Montana, for an unexpected funeral. One of our friends, another biker, was killed last weekend, shooting off a cannon, which exploded, severing the main artery in his thigh. He died on the Life Flight to the hospital. This was quite a shock; we had attended the man’s son’s wedding last month, my friend was the Best Man. He was a few years older than I am; many of my friends are, but a few years younger than my biker friend. He called me two nights ago from Montana; could I go to his house and feed and water his dog for him?

Well, of course. I just got back from there to find a message on my phone, which I forgot at home. I stopped at a couple of Goodwill’s on my way down to Oregon City, to look at monitors, because, as I said in the last entry, my big monitor had gone all wonky on me. showing very wrong colors.

So bad, as a matter of fact, that I felt color-blind on the drive down; my eyes were very affected by the bad colors on the monitor. I saw a few flat screen monitors, running around twenty bucks, but didn’t buy any of them; they didn’t look all that good, and were missing cables and or power supplies, and, having been desperately poor lately, I didn’t want to part with any cash.

THAT worked out well, as a matter of fact, because when I got home, I pulled the computer cabinet away from the desk and tightened the connections, and viola, good colors came back! There’s nothing wrong with my monitor.

It could be – shhh – operator error. I added a second set of speakers (because I could; I had a pair, new in the box, that I had never used and found in the closet) and must have touched the monitor connectors "wrong" or jiggled them loose.

big sigh of relief. monitors are not cheap new. a flat screen TV is cheaper! (I looked at a few stores too)

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That was a GOOD surprise, that my monitor works fine.

The second surprise, I’m not sure what to think of. There was a message on the phone that I forgot at home, that said, basically, don’t go to TJ Maxx tomorrow; don’t go again ever. Call us and let us know you got this message.

What? Why? Huh?

I called back to the number they left and CareerSource doesn’t think it’s a good fit for me.

Oh really? No kidding, I thought, but is it me?

I called them back, and the head guy has come down with leukemia and is out of action for an undetermined space of time, but they had talked to TJ Maxx, and I wasn’t "a good fit" there. The Job Assessment team will find me a new place.

"Don’t go to TJ Maxx tomorrow"

Guess I can kiss that nutrition bar I left in my locker goodbye; it’s real important that I eat right; it affects my brain if I don’t.

No great loss, but…

"No, it’s not a problem you made, you weren’t a good fit there".

I took the opportunity to tell them about my experiences at the Oregon Zoo: I am much better at direct customer interaction than I am at bullshit warehouse work in the back room. The Zoo job is the only one of six that I quit; I’ve been fired from the other five.

You all get the almost true NWC; I might not look like it here, but I am very polite in public and really do want to help people. I got several Customer Commendations at the Zoo; I laugh that the Lesbian in charge of the Gift Shop cut my hours so much so she could oogle the high school girls she hired and gave away my hours to.

(I have noticed that lesbians DO NOT LIKE me. I dunno why, it’s not like we’re competitors or anything, for other women, and I’m not as Manly or as masculine as a lot of guys, but I have noticed this in my life; it had a lot to do with my exit from school bus driving. A surprising number of school bus drivers are straight up lesbians) (straight being a tongue in cheek joke) (and Portland IS San Francisco North – there are more lesbians here than many other places)

2 surprises tonight. No need to set the alarm for the morning and I can play with my computer all day; nothing is wrong with it or its monitors.

I think a few shots of Heaven Hill 6yr old 90 proof bourbon are in order. Bottom shelf yeah, but seriously under-rated.

Maybe like me.

 

 

 

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