Sweet Tangerine

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As the epic odyssey continues, our hero's find themselves worse off then when they started.

As I continued to look for jobs, I found the same frustration I had before in job searching. I don't know what it is that I do wrong, or if the economy really is just that melancholy, but I couldn't even get an interview lined up. Happily though, my side profession, that of a freelance graphic and website developer, received a couple of jobs. We'll see how those finish...

In continuance of our already despondent bearings: Somewhere in the well-to-do parts of Highland and all their snobbish self-acclaimed royalty, a beautiful receptionist gets fired so that her boss can give her relative the job (and on a side note, pay her relative under the table). An even more infuriating fact: this gorgeous receptionist got fired via an answering machine message. What a forlorn state the world has come to.

So there they were, out of jobs for the most part. Lucky for the couple, the wife was amazing, and was loved by all at her other part time job and started picking up extra shifts. All of this happening after the couple decided to move far away, have an exodus of sorts, a journey to the other side of the island. Not a small island mind you, they'll have to cross many states, carrying all their belongings in the back of their 2 vehicles.

Will they make it? Will they be able to get rid of their current residential contract without paying for another month? Will they be able to fit all their property into their 2 cars? How will the drive go? Find out next time!

The Lion's Roar

So amidst life's toils and troubles--filled with the obdurate and pugnacious, as so rightly tagged by yours truly--we, (myself and my lovely partner-in-crime), find ourselves on the precipice of a rather exigent matter: the move. The culprit would be none other then the ones we call our employers. Allow me to expound.

A while ago, I took on the job of Lead Stock at the vile monster we all know as Hollister. Great clothes, crappy management. The job entailed doing something that was previously given 40 hours a week to do. This was whittled down to a measly 32 hours right as I was coming in, leaving me short-handed and inexperienced in a job of some credibility. This slowly proved to be fatal, day after day of not accomplishing what I felt I should be able to. The emotional burden of such a thing is nothing less of depressing. Needless to say this slowly wore on me, until I grew to hate my job and the company I worked for with a passion. I won't go into all the details of why I still believe Hollister's management is conceived from the Prince of Darkness himself, but I will leave that with saying, I got written up. So I quit, leaving on a good note instead of getting fired.

This grand tale of blood and heroics isn't finished, but I'm bored of typing. More to come...