An interview

Next week I go for a job interview for which I am qualified. It isn’t a business job, actually, it’s a technical job similar to what I was doing before becoming disabled.

I hope to get this job. I may know the super over maintenance there at this job. If it is who I think it is, I may stand a chance to get the job.

I am disheartened that of the many applications that I’ve put out, I didn’t get but one interview that was business related.

My next hurdle will be to get into rehab to detox from 10 years of prescribed opioid use. While I still have pain, I need to do this for the job and for myself.


The promise of work

Apparently wasn’t a promise at all. For some time m now I’ve been searching for another job. I thought that my work experience and new degree could have opened a door for me. Turns out, I can’t even get an interview. I am careful as I can be about dating myself being over 50 and all. They still ask “legitimate” questions that are designed to do just that.

I’ve about resigned myself to being a cashier for the rest of my employable life.

Outboard, overboard!

I haven’t worked as hard any over the past few years as i did the past two days. My brother has had boat problems ┬álately and asked me if I’d help him get it fixed. This kind of work is exactly i used to do full time before I got hurt. Since then i still do some but on top of not doing much mechanic work anymore, it’s been really hot and humid. (Humid is my killer) But after two days, we got it fixed!

Getting that job accomplished means a lot to both of us. I have been having some brain issues, depression, and doing constructive things usually helps. I am beat! I won’t get to go out with him tomarrow to see if it runs out, but i feel confident that all will go well. It feels good to know that I can still do the work, even if it is one small job.

I even got a decent trade for it. His 88 hp outboard for the work I did with him. Next will be us working on my boat. ..I can hardly wait!