Job! Job! I got a job! I told RCI that I didn't think my job history was good enough to compete for the job offered. (meaning that I thought maybe it was a ploy to hire the person they really wanted in human resources for the job by putting up the quota of people to interview that weren't qualified to make their pick go through unchallenged; leaving me without a job at all.) Instead I said that I want the job I came in to interview for: $13.25 an hour on the phones. Fine by me.... I've beat the system in my own way and now I have a JOB!!!!!!! Wooooooooooooooha! I am so glad to be working. I start the job on monday (pending a drug test... I'll be sure to make it... ... ...Well, I will... really!)

Should the federal government fund human cloning? Not yet. Should the federal government get out of the way of companies who can prove the value, humane commitment, and security of their cloning research. Maybe. I definitely feel that government should investigate and regulate the industry but not draw a line in the sand that research cannot pass.

John - I'm sorry to hear about your dad's health. Hang in there buddy. Your dad probably wanted you to tell the rest of the family because you are such an emotionally strong person who will be able to properly inform those around you. I really admire your ability to cope with such hardships while still keeping your mind focused on other's emotional security. You're a great man.

Man, I can't win with these interviews. The last interview before today's was for a Level One help desk job and I failed miserably because they didn't think I'd be able to handle the stress. The one I went in for today was suppose to be for a low paying, low profile, call support for a Condo trading company; RCI. I went in thinking, "no way am I going to sell myself short", so I went in with supreme confidence. What did they do? They decided I was Supervisor material and now I'm going in for another interview on Wednesday for a job that can make up to 65k a year managing over 80+ employees. What the fuck? Am I being set up for a fall? Probably. All I can do is go in and try to get the job. This job hunting business is bizarre. People are bizarre. Life is bizarre. I don't get it, but I'm going for it anyway. All I want is a fucking job!!!

I think it would be wise for me to stay out of the God discussion. I haven't read everything on the Dylan discussion so I'm not sure where I stand in that. I will say that Dylan has certainly made rock n' roll speak from a much higher conscience than anything that ever floated to the surface of rock in the fifties. If you look back to popular music before Dylan that wasn't considered Rock n' Roll, there is plenty of meaning. Who know's how much of the songs Sinatra sang are in Rock n' Roll. There are so many great lyrical tunes of the 20th century before Rock n' Roll that it's hard to give Dylan Einsteinian status knowing that he certainly didn't pull lyrical quality from a void.


- As far as my finding a career, I've decided to not stress over it and just try my best to stay in jobs that actually make money until I trip over something I enjoy. My interview for that help desk job is today and although it is certainly not an ideal job, it will really get me out of my financial hole.

Ween Dream - I was hangin' out with Jean and Dean Ween in their house with about 15 other people. Dean Ween's red-headed girlfriend was sitting in my lap and I was getting smirks from Dean's friends, but Dean himself didn't seem to mind. Everybody was very drunk and Jean suggested we get more beer. Jean and Dean and a few of their closest friends were rattling off jokes that everyone seemed to think were funny as hell, but I just didn't get them. I was always trying to get in the groove, so I could chime in and feel apart of the party, but I only ended up smiling and pretending that I understood the humor. After awhile of the confusing party I decided to lay down in a back room that happen to have my own bed in it without sheets or covers. I laid down on the bed and sighed from surviving my awkward party experience when I looked up to see Dean's girlfriend sitting on a bench at the door, closing her eyes looking tired and drunk. I moved over in the bed to let her know it was alright to crash next to me, but she opened one of her eyes and looked at the bed and said, "I don't think I can sleep with a man who can't take care of his own bed. " I shruged, turned over, and went to sleep. I awoke in another dream where I was with a catering crew delivering food to shops around the inskirts of a stadium while some unknown to me event was going on, but I could hear the crowd cheering. I was leading the group of six or seven caterers around to the different shops asking who ordered food, because we had lost our list of clients. We came to the end of a hall and I told the group I was going outside to take a break and that I'd be back soon. I went outside and found an acoustic guitar laying against a wall. I picked it up and wandered out near a ditch away from the stadium and belted off "Hard Days Night" better than I've ever played it. When I was done I heard some clapping from a few janitors by a back entrance and I smiled and walked back to my service entrance on the first floor. The catering crew was on the 3rd floor and I took the elevator up and stepped out of the elevator on the third, barely making it out before it drop back towards the first. Seeing the crew down the hall I started walking towards them and the dream ended.

Some day, I'm going to be sitting in my own chair, in my own house, drinking my own beer, thinking my own thoughts, after working a job I can stand doing for 40 hrs out of my week. I hope that day comes soon 'cause I'm losing the willpower and drive to survive and make things better for myself and I haven't even accomplished anything yet. I'm trying to get back into computers because that's where the money is at, but I'm not having much luck yet. The headhunter that has been getting me jobs just questioned my abilities from the last job I did for him. 4 out of 6 people they hired for that job quit, but I toughed it out to get in better standing with TekSystems and now I learn that those damn 20 yr old unorganized punks that ran my last job said I don't work well without supervision. Where the hell they got that from is beyond me. I put up with their unprofessionalism and lack of instruction without complaint and worked my ass off. I really want to find them and kick their asses. There's a possible help desk job interview coming up, but it just sucks that abominations like my last gig have to happen with no show for my patience or effort and even fuck up future possibilities. I really just want to say fuck you to my imaginary person that is somehow responsible for the way this society works. I wish I could find something that I could do to survive that removes everyone else from any decisions that affect me. I'm a damn good worker that's smart, easy going, and reliable. Why is so hard to find a decent job? I'm currently working at a Vet clinic as a tech, but I cannot stand having to take shit from doctors who think they are gods. I just keep holding in my rage, smiling, and doing the best that I can do until I can find something better. My frustration is a big reason I never blog anymore.... afterall, who wants to read whiny crap like this everyday.

I am Kong. Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love, and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry, and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me. What Video Game Character Are You?