An Explanation of the Purge

In a fit of spontaneity and ill-judgment, I gave this blog address to a potential employer. Not entirely crazed; it was a writing-type/internet job, and I was upfront about my former call girl incarnation...but I realized that there was info about other people on ghosty that could be hurtful in some way - not to mention waaaaay to much info about my periodic bouts of crazy - and thought it best to err on the side of caution and remove certain elements from view temporarily.

I will be bringing it all back, but it's time-consuming, so it'll happen in dribs and drabs. I have learned my lesson and will be directing future folk interested in my writing to my Vancouver blog and to a new domain called...cue Drumroll of Irony...hangontoyourman.com.

Heh. I have a good enough grasp on current pop psychology man-keepin' theory and such vast personal experience in picking the wrong ones that I'm sure I can spin out any number of short articles and a downloadable e-book or seven on the topic. I want to use both sites as testers for SEO techniques, internet marketing options and shaking a little moola out of them thar internet hills.

I'll set up my stats and see what happens. It'll give me something to show to all those places out there looking for internet marketing monkeys.

In the meantime, on the employment front, I'm going for my third interview with a vast communications empire trying to snag a customer service representative gig. Pays something around $15 an hour to start which beats the living snot out of the piddly $9.50 I'm getting at the Kitchen of Well-intentioned Clusterfuckery I'm at now.

I think it may be even more frustrating to work for nice people who cannot get their shit together than straight-up assholes. There are a lot of quietly sad lifers there. I have zero intention of ever being one of them. I also went into Kitchen World as part of the long range plans I was making at the time with The Man. Being he's a chef, we thought we might be able to work together, maybe see a bit of the world that way, since he's often worked overseas.

Since that's kaput, it's absolutely pointless to be doing something I really don't much like. I'm so off food, being up to my elbows in it eight hours a day that I've lost about twelve pounds in the two months I've been there. Good thing the place doesn't make and serve oxygen or I'd be really hooped.

I do really well in interviews, so I'm stoked this will go well. And speaking of oxygen, I'm quitting smoking at the end of the month. Luckily for me...sort of...my smoking is inextricably tied to my relationship with The Man, so when he goes, it goes too. I had been quit for thirteen years before I took it up again with him, so it will be relatively easy to return to a non-smoking mindset. Not that it won't fucking blow for a few weeks, but new single status, new job, and getting back into my old healthy routines will make the transition a hell of a lot easier.

And guess what? Best news of all...during all this - and there's some capital K crazy shit that went down I have not yet divulged - I still remain headache free! That, my crocodile friends, more than anything, tells me I'm making the right changes in my life and outlook. YAY!