darn it

, originally uploaded by pr9000.

You know, I'm trying to re-enter the working world – in my own clumsy, half-hearted, gee-maybe-apple-will-call-me-to-replace-steve kind of way. I need to be more serious about it, though I'm making good strides toward that, and God is always poking His head in from time to time ... in the end, I think it's all good.

I'm planning an office swap with Amina; she gave me the nicer of the two upstairs bedrooms, and we've decided that, since she's the boss of me and all, she deserves the better space. It's fine by me – her office is a lot darker, which is better for editing photos, and I can better hide the gangly, Medusa-like tangle of cords and power cables I've got going on here ... I mean, two external drives, a printer, a scanner, a second monitor and a speaker cable – that's what I've got here, and my desk sits in the middle of the room.

ANYWAY ... I'm cleaning off my shelves today and I come across a very short story I wrote – it's actually three pages of dialog – more than 10 years ago. I was in a small writing group with (then) Molly Thorsen (now add "Connolly" to the end) and this was the best I could do, I think. It makes me laugh every time I read it. I scanned it in and am all ready to post it ...

... when I realize that potential employers will Google me, and this blog will show up, and that post will show up, and some HR person will read it and boom! goes the résumé. And the funny thing is, the story isn't that bad at all – it's kind of prurient in a juvenile, PG-13 way. But in this day and age, one must be careful.

So I promise: I'll post it, as soon as I'm gainfully employed.