asilentone:
I know that you have been trying to find another line of work, have you ever thought of being a cop?
NO... and my fiancee would never marry a cop....so that is out...
Side story......although I was at the police station not long ago picking up a report. A lady in records told me the position of records clerk was opening up again and I should take the civil service exam. Problem is, I took the same exam 6 years ago. I scored #1 out of 150 applicants. In the final interview with the Civil Service Commission, I was up against a black woman. White guy against "double minority." I was more qualified than her on the required practical skills. The chairman....err...chairwoman of the Commission was (and I think still is) a black woman. The other 2 were old white guys who were nothing but window dressing. She ran the show....and gave the black lady the job. A friend, since retired, who worked for the city then in the building, gave me the real scoop later. She said I had no chance of being hired, that they already had who they wanted waiting in the wings but the mayor had to go through the motions of attempting to hire minorities. The black woman was hired for show, went through training and probation, then quietly let go because she did not have the skills. They then went off the original exam list but skipped m. Who did they hire? A white woman....the woman in records who I was talking to....she had since been promoted and her old job..the one I should have had...with benefits....was back up for grabs.
I didnt have a problem with the lady...I used to work with her at a call center....I have a problem with out city and lack of leadership. I dont want to be low man on the totem pole and then get laid off 4 months later. That and the office has no windows and no natural light. I would go batshit. I will look elsewhere for a job...Toni and I want to get the hell out of this no-job, no-industry town.
I am sure the dubs will have their jaws dropped to the ground when they see you in uniform
lol...what uniform? I wear a tshirt and jeans and walking shoes. (Though technically my tshirt is supposed to have our logo on it, they want me to buy the shirts). I have a client issued name badge clipped to my collar and my infamous hat. Hell, the hat gives me away before the badge does I have been at this so long. Once in awhile I see dubs, but because of the hat they dont recognize me. That and I dont work in an area I used to preach in. But that running from dogs and dodging pissed off householders finally became a marketable skill. lol
Snakes (Rich )