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Yeah, I know, corny, but I need a way of chronicling these posts. This entry will be updated when I find a grand examples, so I expect it will be often.

I got a call this morning from my aunt. She works up at the hospital in Boone. She told me that Jon wanted to see if I was interested in taking call sometime and if I was, then to come up there.

So I s**t, showered and shaved and was up the mountain in a little over an hour. Turns out there has been some ideas thrown around that they need a person for half the days on weekends and to cover the nights. I, frankly, need the work and told him that I would be open for any schedule.

I spent a couple hours with him just shootin' the breeze. Apparently, he enjoys my company because we are like minded and his opinion of me may have some clout. He said that he'll bring it up to Elaine (his boss) and that I should be getting a phone call in two weeks.

It sounds like a part-time job, but the way I see it is that 20 dollars times 20 hours equals 400 dollars a week and 1600 a month. So I can live with just part-time.

*crosses fingers*

I found out today that I didn't get the job up in Roanoke. But that isn't what pisses me off. I got pissed off when I remembered the interview and she asked me, "Well, Michael, what have you learned from this?" The c**t goaded me into apologizing for leaving that shithole.

I hope her p***y dries up and rots off. You know, I would have still not known if I hadn't called today. Roanoke is such a piece of s**t town.

Now to find a job in this area. *Casts a glance over at Asheville.*

Yesterday, I had an interview with the place I quit earlier this year. Why did I leave? I was tired of all the BS. Why did I want to come back? I need the money. With any luck, I'll be making 29 dollars an hour with the shift differential. And it's only two days a week of the BS.

All my former coworkers wanted me back, but the decision lies mainly with the director of radiology. The former lead tech told the DoR that she'd be crazy not to hire me. I felt wanted and needed. Being back there, I felt like I belonged. It was an odd feeling.

I'll hear if they offer me the job next week or not. Let's hope it's good news. biggrin

I was in college and there was this creepy kid who would stare at me with the "I'm going to kill you with my creepiness" look in his eyes. We travelled in the same circles and within a few weeks he considered me a good friend.

One day he is telling me of this story he read the night before and how it gave him nightmares. I wasn't much of a reader, but I figured if this guy could get scared, then surely it must be a great read. So I read it. I finished the story at 2 am and fell asleep dreaming of eating ice cream. I read in a dream intrepretation book that dreams of eating involve spiritual nourishment.

Why does Cthulhu appeal to me? In other cultures and societies, gods or greater beings take part in a mortal's life quite a bit; they care about what goes on to the mortals. Cthulhu doesn't care. The only reward his worshippers get is to be eaten when he rises from his sunken city. If someone tries to stop Cthulhu or any of the Great Old Ones, they would be "as ants trying to stop a freight train". It's hard for me to describe my love of the squid-faced Great Old One, but I do. biggrin