Union of Demise

I've come to the conclusion that unions are similar to the stonecutters cults of old (as portrayed on the Simpsons).

Why do I state this you might ask? (And if you don't ask . . . indulge me.) Today I go into work and there are approximately nine part and full time positions posted for people to apply for. Nine! This happening when so many jobs are being cut. I go to apply for several when I'm told I cannot. Why? Oh, because they're union jobs. Union jobs? So in short, I am unable to apply for these positions that I'm perfectly qualified for because I am not a part of the union.

In speaking with my boss' boss, it is possible that many of these positions will go unfilled and as such will be posted for non-union people to apply for. But I have to sit and wait for that to happen . . . if it does.

But that brings up another debate. I am financially stable with my current hours. I honestly do not want to work full time. But my boss shared something which I will need to think over. He stated that with the budget cuts coming in June/July, there is a chance that some of the part time workers jobs will be cut because it is easier than cutting the full time jobs. So . . . if the jobs do become available to the non-union people, should I apply for a full time job? This is what I'm debating and I'm not even sure if I know the answer yet. It is going to take some time to think over.

Lionesque Day

So today has been much better than anticipated . . . although I was anticipation-free. Nonetheless, here is what has happened so far.

I woke up and went to supervision (in regards to seeing clients at Good Sam) which went swell. Afterward, I talked to a client and scheduled the next appointment. I was supposed to meet up with another friend, however he is doing job interviews/submitting applications so unfortunately that didn't work out.

Since I had some time off I figured I'd try a new restaurant. One that a client recommended to me. It was called "Burgers International and Pizzeria."

Here is what I wrote while waiting for my meal:

Here I am at a restaurant called Burgers International. It is owned by an older German couple. The woman's accent is strong and the man's is almost indistinguishable. When I arrived, aside from the couple, I was the only one in the restaurant. The decor is traditional but the menu is not.

On the menu, they have varying burgers ranging from lion to llama. The pictures on the menu are unprofessional, which to me shows this place is privately owned, which increases the appeal. They have a local radio station playing. The restaurant overlooks several trees, a stream, and a nearby city with further civilization in the distance.

I have ordered the lion (not loin) burger which is not on the menu, but only shows on the sign outside. Why did I order it? Simply because I will doubtfully ever have the chance to try it again. The man recommended I have it with pepperjack cheese, so I accepted the suggestion. The sun is out and it is coming through the window allowing for a gentle warmth which has been absent for several weeks.

I sat enjoying the ambiance for several minutes, while sipping my comforting lemonade. The meal came out and it looked like a regular burger, nothing special. If they hadn't told me, I doubtfully would have distinguished it from another burger . . . simply by the way it looked.


The taste, was a different story. I'm not sure what other meats you might have had but it had a similar taste to buffalo. The restaurant owner described it as somewhat "gamey" but not so much to detract from the overall taste. I would say that is accurate. The burger came with the pepperjack cheese, three pickle slices (I ate one), some thousand island dressing mix (which tasted good on the burger although I'm not naturally a fan of it), two tomato slices, lettuce and a side of fries. The fries were hot and crisp enough on the outside yet still warm and softer on the inside.

The man asked how my food was, made polite and appropriate conversation, and refilled my lemonade without asking (how I love that). Afterward he offered one of several deserts . . . and although tempted I had to decline the white chocolate raspberry cheesecake. Overall, the experience was extremely worthwhile. It is nice having time off enough to enjoy simple pleasures like that.

The rest of the day has yet to unfold, but so far it has been outstanding.

And if you were wondering due to a previous post, my job is once again secure. More details to follow.

Two Words of the Day

So my two favorite words that I've heard today are:

Prophecized and disorientated.

How would you use them in a sentence?

Somebody was disorientated after they prophecized about the end of the world.

Semi-Positive Work Update

Just wanted to give a quick update. Although I cannot release any details, it appears that my job is attempting to work something out so nobody will lose their jobs (due to Detox closing). They state "it's looking good" but as stated, I cannot specify what it means until the deal is complete.

My life is good, how is yours?

Yes, I'm A Geek

Within the past year or so, of all the music I've ever listened to, I've become more interested in film scores. In case you don't know, a soundtrack is an album that contains songs, with words, that people sing. The score is just the music created by a composer for the movie itself.

Now, as kids many of us grew up watching certain movies. We thoroughly enjoyed these films and watched them over and over again. Whether intentional or not, some of the music from these films pervaded our subconscious and left an indelible impact.

For me, one of these films is Ghostbusters.



A few months back I heard this score existed, but was oblivious to the limited quantities available. Apparently there are only 3000 in existence and they go for $100 at the cheapest. I knew I could never afford one, so I passed it by. Until . . . one fell in my lap for much less.

As I listen to the music I am transported back to my childhood and am able to remember every single moment of the film that is represented by the music in this album.

I know what I'll be doing to help myself sleep. How about you, who ya gonna call?