Sixteen

I wasn’t sure if I wrote yesterday, but it looks like I did put at least a little something up.

This is why it’s a compulsion, I suppose.

Today’s prompt was an urge to have a video conference with friends on something like Google Hnagouts, Zoom, FB Live, whatever.

Nobody really wants to see me, but I suppose there is something that someone might want to hear my ever-slowing speech.

On Friday nights, as all this has been going on, the HR Geeks folks have been getting together on Jitsi.

It was fun enough that I decided to drop some cash to buy a webcam I can use with this wheezing PC I have.

But it’s tomorrow night. Did I really meet the challenge for the day? (Yes, I said that I did in the self-scoring. After all, it is a different platform, maybe less open to random interlopers. Really. Nobody wants to see that, bro. Seriously. Because there’s something wrong with me, I can’t help but think of Fight Club when I hear stories like this on the news.)

The second half of the month is underway, and I feel like I should feel more shut-in. But I don’t.

And for whatever reason, although I’ve removed my CV from pretty much every job site, I can’t get the arts major corporate recruiters to go away.

Yes, I’ve got the skills you’re looking for. No, you don’t have the situation I’m looking for. I will negotiate, but with every single thing that’s not completely what I want, it’s going to cost you more money. I don’t have a lot of time or energy left.