So, I’m unemployed, and the reasons are no longer relevant or a topic for discussion. My former place of employ is in the past, and I look forward. Fucking Yay for me.

For the most part, access to this little portal of air and bluster has dwindled from over in that direction. Like any good invented drama, the shelf life couldn’t sustain, and folks moved onto other things. Web watching from that group has since peaked and waned into sporadic, spasmodic gasps of not caring. Yay for folks and their limited attention spans.

One stalwart soul, however, is still dogging my pages. Friend or foe? Some totally shitty, shitty work task assigned like a security guard in Nome, Alaska painfully waiting for nothing to happen? Maybe it’s someone in the whirlwind of bullshit and angst and rancor and rumor and saying “adios” to me the worker bee, who got hooked on my prose?

Just about every single day, he/she looks at me, and like my brothers in my taunted kidhood, I can’t fucking tell if the look is good or evil. Like with my brothers, I suspect malevolence.

Wouldn’t a friend have emailed by now?

So, I’m left with the rather tepid and weak reply, which is a paraphrase of a comic’s story about another childhood, “KNOCK IT OFF.”

Or maybe the more generic copspeak, “Nothing to see here.”