This is the update to the last post.
I think it went OK, we shall see.
I am way the fuck over qualified for this and it isn’t really a mechanic type job, not in a get in there and hand me that special tool that cost me two hundred bucks five years ago and I have only used twice since then kind of thing. There is no, open the hood kind of vehicle maintenance as far as I can see. They want a plant maintenance guy, swing or grave yard.
I don’t have a problem with those shifts, it’s just me and the fucking cat. My sweetie is eighty miles away and we do what we can, a lot, when we can.
It’s union, four bucks an hour more than what I was making getting the shit stressed out of me every fucking day.
They told me to leave my roll aways at home and bring a fucking carpenters belt with throw away tools, if they hire me.
I got grilled real good by the personnel dude about what my past was with the last out fit, many, many questions, from when I got hired nine years ago to the day I got laid off. There are certain things you are not supposed to say about former employers but fuck that. You asked, here it is. if ya don’t like it, my unenjoyment check will still come in the mail and I ain’t worried about it.
I finally got to talk to the dude in charge of the maintenance program and his number two.
I am such a personabal sonofabitch.
If there had been a six pack sitting there it would have been like we had been friends for years.
That doesn’t mean jack shit when it comes to a job interview though.
They asked me what I wanted out of the job and I told them truthfully that I had no idea what they were looking for, I came into this blind.
I told them being inside would be nice.
Oh, fuck no, they want someone to be in and out, climbing a hundred feet up to fix God knows what. Hey, been there, done that.I told the guy I have arthritis in my fingers but as long as I had glove liners and gloves, I can do this easy.
I still have a couple of sets of insulated coveralls too.
Like I said, we shall see. They were smiling as I left, the guy said he had three or four more interviews. One thing they were interested in was whether or not I was going to commited to ending my working career out there. They are looking for a long time commitment.
I will pass on the girl friend jokes at this point.
At my age and physical condition, you want me to get a union job at way the hell over what I have been paid for the last fifteen years, I don’t have to do anything but climb up shit with a safety harness and I don’t have one fucking tenth of the stress I have been dealing with?
You have my number.
I have some ten year at a time jobs, most recently nine years and ten fucking days. I am not looking for parking cars on a Saturday night, every other weekend.
Like I said, if it doesn’t happen?
I get to lay around on my dead ass for about a year and a half. I somehow have lost more weight, clear down to 139 pounds, that is pretty fucking skinny.
What can I say, I eat when I feel like it.
I am currently trying to knock a couple off of Nasty Girl. This is a vacation I can get behind.
Of course, she is panicking and trying to fatten me back up. The best part Is I am the one doing the cooking and she fucking loves it.
I can cook when the urge comes upon me.
Thanks fer stopping by, there could be some kind of “vulgar” rant coming.
Gimme a break, “vulgar”?
People who leave comments telling me I am vulgar obviously do not see that header at the top of the page where it says “ORNERY BASTARD”.
Get a fucking clue.