Hello and a good afternoon to everyone. Before writing this blog post, I got online to get the number of job applications, I've filed. Mercy have I been busy with that. The magic number is 73.
That will explain why I haven't been doing much writing lately. Well I guess I just mis-spoke in that last sentence. I actually have been writing a lot. That writing however has all been on ready made forms.
All of Y'all reading this know what I'm talkin' about, because you've filled out a few yourself. These forms have a definite beginning. Last name, First name, Middle name.
A stand alone middle narrative. Jobs. Last one first. Fill in all Job blanks. Account for spaces of time when not employed.
Then a solid, no nonsense ending. References. Do not include previous employers.
After that is a playtime that is full of ready playmates. Playmates that explain the rules of the game to you. Playmates, that secretly call you over with their finger. They whisper in your ear, "I've got a tip for you," or once you're close enough they'll put an arm around your shoulders and say, "Just tell them I sent you and the job is yours." I whisper back, "Okay, I will, and thanks." I could go on forever describing playmates that jump in the job application sand-box with you, but I'll just leave it as is.
Finally, on Monday, May 14th, 2018, the whistle blew for everyone to get out of the job application sandbox. To me it sounded like a phone call from Micobe Feed in Hamilton, TX. Man's voice on phone said;
"David, can you come in to Micobe Feed so we can talk about a job application you filled out about a month ago."
"Yes sir," I answered. Then asked, "What time would you like me there?"
"Between, 9:30 and 11:00, Tuesday morning."
I agreed to that and made it there before 10. I spoke to the only person in the office at that time. A nice enough man that was circling somewhere around my 55 years of age.
He proceeded to bluntly, but politely describe the job for which the company wanted to hire me. Descriptors were as follows. Hot, Dirty, Nasty, Dusty, Climbing in place ladders to varying heights. Will be tough, Will wear you out.
How could I resist a job description like that. I agreed to start Thursday at 7:00 a.m until around 5:00 p.m. or so. I am very thankful that God has opened one of two doors leading to a source of income. The two sources God has blessed me with is tough, physical work and my writing.
At this time in my life, Micobe feed will be my God given source of income. I'll still have time to write a little something now and then. My website will always be available with the links to Amazon.
Today in preparation for starting at Micobe tomorrow, Thursday; I had the brilliant idea around three in the afternoon to go for a one and a half mile walk. Sadie was all for it too, at first anyways.
It was along the walking path in Hamilton that goes from park to park. Temperature, 90 degrees. I'll let the pictures I posted tell the rest of the story. Poor Sadie, she just laid down in a little shade and stopped around a quarter mile from home. So, I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. Gatorade and water were indeed drank upon making it home.
Thanks much to all of you that read this blog. Everything that I've put on Amazon is still available there. I'm not gonna' do like I did when my wife, Susie died. I'm not tearing anything down and I'll be adding a bit now and then. But for now I'm going to go play in the milo, the corn and the beans. Talk to y'all later