Jobless Purgatory

Out of work! Out of sight! Out of mind! The unemployed exist in an alternate universe where Oprah lives and offers a world of possibilities, while and only offers virtual promises. I Love the Smell of Wite-Out in the Morning Wite-Out is one of those distinctive odors found in an office. I didn’t… Continue reading


I sit in the darkness of daylight, a shadow on the wall, seeking colors while lingering in grays. No one is here but silent enemies, malice and doom, fear mongers whistling away the day. Outside, green glistens beneath a sky so blue it hurts my eyes. In the old days, a step into sunlight and… Continue reading

Today Friday

A day without work. At home trying to get organized. A problem. Always. Can’t reign in my thoughts to stabilize the content in my head. The executive function in my brain takes too many coffee breaks, gets in late and leaves early. The proverbial cluttered mind with a desk by the window. I look outside… Continue reading

Saturday’s Child

Another day of restlessness in the out of work place. Checking job sites is both depressing and aggravating. There should be a site called, “Perpetual Lunch Break.” Though the food in my refrigerator continues to dwindle down to staples only. Today, a Reagan Ketchup Sandwich is on the menu. A colorful liquid food that is… Continue reading

Samurai Sunday

  My Lawn – The Axis of Evil I look out the window and search the grounds for enemy plant combatants. The situation is grave. The dandelions continue to advance. Despite the hundreds I’ve already rooted out, I’m still losing the war on terror-weeds. I raise the alert level to red and prepare for a… Continue reading

Muddy Monday

Muddy, Monday, figuratively speaking of course, though I’m not averse to getting dirty. The day before I tackled weeds.¬†Today, I tackle the job market and the start of a new week. The jump from Sunday to Monday is a long one. After track and field, it’s on to floor exercises and those dangerous mental acrobats… Continue reading

Serendipity Sunday

Whoever casts the first stone will not get hit in the head. A famous philosopher did not say that. I did, however, as I look toward Monday and the gray droopy sky that hangs outside my window. The job market reminds me of the sky. At this point in time, I cannot even fathom where… Continue reading