Anyway, if you've been disappointed in the lack of posting (or even reading, I'm weeks backed up on my LJFL), I'm FRICK'N SORRY, O.K.? If I could get a dispensation to have 72-hour days, I'd be able to get all the stuff I desperately want to get done taken care of, but like everything else I'd like to get in this world, I'm told to go fuck myself by the management. Needless to say, I'm behind on everything, including cluing you all in on the brilliant posts over on The Job Stalker ... last Friday's entry (yes, there have be ones since) is over there ===> and you know your life wouldn't be complete without reading it.
So, does everything 100% suck? Well, no. <=== over here is a link to a Tweet by Leyla Arsan pointing off to a blog post she wrote based on an interview with me, with the absolutely splendid title of "You Should Hire Brendan Tripp!". Needless to say, that's a sentiment that I wholeheartedly concur with, and am ever so slightly miffed that my interview dance card is still looking like untrammeled fields of glacial snow. However, she has a pretty solid readership, and I'm hoping that this might at least lead to some discussions with folks who might be in a position of helping point me to a position. One thing that working as a clerk at the Census has already made clear to me, is that if I'm not in a "creative" job, I'm going to be going nuts. This is very much "time to make the donuts" kind of work, and it's everything I ever figured it would be (and that ain't good).
Well, there you have it. I've spent my evening sleep slot (much to the displeasure of The Wife who dislikes "Zombie Brendan" even more than she dislikes "Unemployed Brendan" and nags me constantly about getting more shut-eye) chatting with y'all. I'd love to promise more frequent missives, but I can't even keep up with my Twitter reading, and that's passive and skimable, so you'll just have to wait for the stars to align.