The Road

Job search -
E&J Gallo didn't select me for an interview, which pisses me off as I've been to all their shit since I was a first year and chatted up all the recruiters. It would be difficult for me to show more interest in them than I have short of setting up some sort of pep rally. So grr. I've decided just to e-mail the lady I had lunch with and ask her to keep me in mind, but it still kinda pisses me off. I've dropped for about 5 interviews and have been passed over about 3 times with the other stuff in limbo, so I may have to get my resume re-looked at for effectiveness.

Misc - My organizational skills still suck. I can't find some of my accounting packet, so I don't have a case or two. I can't find the bloody battery charger for my digital camera. I did find the wire to link it to the computer today, so yay progress.

I'm still slightly homesick/nostalgic about my hometown. Seeing it all post-apocoliptic like was surreal and made me realize how much I care about the place even though I havent' been there regularly in forever. It's still my hometown where I grew up.
I'm glad La Suprema, my favorite mexican restaurant there, made it through ok.

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They’re swept away and nothing is what is seems,
The feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
That yearn to be heard.
So much to mention
But you can’t find the words.
The scent of magic,
The beauty that’s been
When love was wilder than the wind

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I’ve heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they’re one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
There’s something that I’m supposed to be