Battlin'

Many years ago now, when I used to live in South Africa, I had a motorcycle mechanic that I'd been introduced to. He was an ancient little guy with a pretty quick wit (and, unfortunately, a bad prescription).

Everytime I'd speak to him, on the phone or in person and I'd ask him how he was, his stock response was, "Battlin'". Which I took to mean that he wasn't done fighting yet and he had some spark left in him and stand back. I liked him quite a bit even though I pretty much had to have him redo every repair he did for me.

But that's another story for another time.

The point here is that I am Battlin' these days, I'm Battlin' hard and doing everything I can to keep fighting and trying. But even though I am doing just about everything I can to get a new job, it isn't happening fast enough. No matter how many customized resumes and well written cover letters I write, the process is still too slow.

And being without a job means, obviously, that I need one (unless that damned lottery hit for me). But the more places I talk to, he more people I contact, the slower things seem to go. It is extremely frustrating.

I maintain my positive attitude because I know that something good will happen. But it does get more and more difficult. Something has to give, I just hope it isn't me.

Labor Day Wrap

We had a nice little Labor Day weekend, the weather was gorgeous, we went to the Capitola Begonia Festival but couldn't see any of the floats because of the throngs of people and then went for a walk along West Cliff above the ocean.

Nothing spectacular but pleasant nonetheless.

The Begonia Festival was a waste of time though. The crowds were too thick, we had to park a half mile away and there was pretty much nothing for us to see or do. But we did stop by Hot Dog on a Stick and got a big cherry lemonade which made the trip worthwhile. That and the 'roided up muscle guy on the beach who was overpuffed and impossible to not stare at.

The walk on West Cliff yesterday was really nice though. It was sunny and warm but not too hot, there were plenty of people out and surfers in the water and nudists on the tiny clothing optional beach below 2222 West Cliff. Nothing shocking, just a few white butts and boobs hanging out. But it was fun to watch the tourists reaction.

"I think that man is naked."
"Oh no, he couldn't be."
"No, he is, look."
"Oh my, he IS naked. Oh, the water looks rather cold! Is there anyone else?"

I love this town.

Today is job application and cage rattling day. I'm applying at a few more places and making follow up calls to places I've already applied to make sure they know I'm still here and eager for an opportunity to kick ass for them.

And maybe I'll get a chance to do some bike repairs too.