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Today is the 84th birthday of the photographer Brian Duffy. His famous images are immediately recognizable as should his name be. I went a bit different and used a chronological description from his website as a…
Well this is it! The shit is hitting the fan, peeps! Funds are running low, time is running out. I have to find a job. And I have to take this *&%$^&* test! I am passing the practice test with high scores, but that’s only because I have studied my wrong answers. It doesn’t mean I get the concepts. However, I’m hoping that I have enough basic knowledge to pass the test. I doubt it, but I have to try.
I have begun to apply for jobs in IT Security, stating in my cover letter that I recently received my Security + certification and that I am studying for my Certified Ethical Hacker certification. I feel like a fraud. I mean, I have learned stuff, but I am by no means a Security Professional. However, I have to try! Maybe someone will give me a chance and I’ll get a job where I can learn on the job. I’m good at that. I don’t know what else to do! I can’t go back to my old work, the thought makes me want to chop my own head off. So, to sum up, I’m scared, I’m overwhelmed, I feel like a fraud, trying anyway.
In happy bird news, Peaches has now laid three eggs. In sad bird news, Peaches and Herb seem to have no inclination to incubate the eggs. Maybe I’ll take them out and keep them in my bra. HA! That would be something, walking around with tiny bird’s eggs in my bra. I am trying to let go of the outcome and just enjoy my little cheepers. They are incredibly cute and brighten my days. Lots of time is spent watching the birds.
In Meetup news, I have a hike this weekend. Don’t know if my fat ass can even accomplish this hike, I’m thinking I need to go for a dry run today. We’ll see if I actually do it. I have oodles of good intentions, but you know what they say about good intentions . . .
I had a real bad day of depression earlier in the week, but now I’m kind of back to the status quo. Except for this undercurrent of fear about life. That’s kind of a downer. I think the only cure is to take more action for the future. Sitting curled up in fear is guaranteed to get me more shitty feelings. Oh God life is hard some times… I hope I don’t sound like a great big whiner.
Well that’s all for now, thanks for reading! Next time I hope to have something exciting or exotic to say. Peach out homies!!
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We’re finally getting our grass cut after three weeks of it growing. This company is the third landscaping company we have tried–our grass isn’t nice polite sod grass that grows to a uniform height. We have clover, dandelions, weeds, crabgrass, and all kinds of mess in our yard because not that long ago, we used to be a cow pasture. If it’s not cut, it looks like we never take care of it.
So we need cutting every two weeks, especially if it rains. ANd we have had a lot of rain. We need someone who will come on a reliable basis. Hopefully this guy will–he is a family friend who is just starting his own company, so maybe he’ll be hungry for business.
My middle one got sick again last night–she ate a regular meal and pushed her stomach too far. So she is out of commission again. I am going to try to accomplish more today than yesterday–I need to run errands and whatnot. ANd I need to do Bob’s laundry. So I hope I can be busy today.
But I’m also tired and sleepy from being up with my daughter. I need some worthwhile rest at some point. I just don’t know when I will get it.
Originally posted on Good Content
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