I am realizing that I need to expand my job search, and possibly my horizons as well, so I am now seriously considering jobs that are located in Lagos, Nigeria. Also, the U.S. Navy is very, very interested in me and they have a multitude of opportunities I might want to consider. Although I would LOVE to be licensed to carry a weapon, I don’t think I would enjoy (or survive) basic training.
In my daily search I come across many interesting job titles. Alas, I am not qualified for most of these careers. ”Java Developer” is intriguing, but the only thing I know about java is that I like it with milk, no sugar. I am also curious about the job entitled “Director, Vector Development Protein Expression.” If it has anything to do with steak, I’m in! And then of course there is the one that offers “Careers at eBags, Inc.” Are they referring to the bags under my eyes or my purse that passes for luggage? I have extensive experience with bags and might want to more thoroughly explore the opportunities awaiting me at eBags.
Facebook is opening a world of nostalgia to me, as high school friends crawl out of the woodwork and start to communicate with each other. I feel compelled to check the site every day to see what my “friends” are doing and thinking. Yesterday I was complaining to Attila about how addictive ”MyFace” is - this was a subconscious combination of MySpace (which I hate) and Facebook (which I actually really like). So… if you aren’t on MyFace yet, you better get with the program. I need more friends and I am very competitive! :-}
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am using my forced “vacation” to work through the long overdue projects on my to-do list. Last week I researched how Attila and I can donate our bodies to science (just in case someone can actually use these battle-weary-flesh-covered-vessels-of-humanity). For years we have each mentioned that this is our desire (after any usable organs are taken) but I never actually educated myself on the subject. So…
Paoli Hospital hooked me up with the Humanity Gifts Registry in Philadelphia. They sent me donor cards to fill out so we can officially register. We keep a card for our records and inform our family, doctors and hospitals of our wishes. The only cost is for transportation of the body to the medical school. By law, this has to be done by a funeral home, and can range anywhere from $35 -$400 depending upon the distance they have to travel.
I am not trying to be morbid here. I am being practical. I don’t want my kids to have to make decisions about this kind of thing while in the throes of losing their parents. No offense to anyone who feels otherwise, but Attila and I don’t believe in burial. Attila considers it “a waste of real estate.” We know where we are going and we know that we won’t be needing these bodies there! But we respect the fact that everyone has their own extremely personal feelings on the matter, and we are not rendering a political statement or attempting to make converts to our belief system.
The drug dealer across the street appears to be away today. Cars frequently drive up to the house. Someone sits in the car with the engine running while the passenger runs up to the door, knocks, waits, knocks, waits, then runs back to the car and they pull away, drug-free.
I know this because my office window (where I spend much of my day) is directly across the street from the alleged drug dealer’s door. I might not have noticed on my own, but the kids informed me that sneakers hanging up on an electrical wire indicate that a drug dealer lives on the corner. Our house sits on a corner. There are sneakers hanging from the wire. In addition to that, the drug-dealer-designation was confirmed by our next-door neighbor. Who knew?
I have days when I wish that I lived in the wilderness. Then I remember that I do live in the wilderness – the urban wilderness. It makes me sad. But maybe I just need lunch.
