Getting Tipped aka Kill Kill Kill

So far I have yet to be tipped for the torrent of chores and odds and ends I need to do in lieu of my inability to support myself. Urge to kill: steady for now.

A professional such as myself does his primary job search online. Newspapers don't deliver much in the way of good jobs. They aren't really competitive, it's very much "ha, you're unemployed and you'll take anything." Which is true, yes, but:

The company I worked for secretly provided support for one of the most fraudulent biz-ops ever concocted. I'd blow the whistle on them if there was a reward. But there isn't. FTC's loss, I guess. Anywho, they liked to disassociate themselves with the project.

This piece of shit company also fired me on that day with ZERO notice. No hints were dropped, I never saw it coming. The only warning sign is that the person who interviewed me also spoke about salary that same day on the spot. I interpreted it as they REALLY wanted me, but instead that's a move only shitty companies make and normally there is a interviewer and then a "compensation" person who talks turkey.

The bullet whizzing by my head and knocking off my hat is that two and a half weeks ago I was SET to move out. I was pushing pushing for it because I was anxious about getting out of here and being on my own, even though it would be with a roommate. At first it seemed like a good idea, but as each day went on I noticed how uneasy I felt regarding her (yes, it's a her, what's it to you? Don't get any bright ideas, she chose me for a roommate which is proof-positive she wasn't interested) temporary job status and instability. The ironic thing is that her temp work keeps coming in I'm sure (havn't run into her in a while), where as it turns out I'm the unstable one. Plus, I would have gone through the expense and trouble of that to find myself absolutely unable to make the next 11 rent payments.

I barely dodged that shot. Needless to say I'm spooked.

The thing about internet work searches is that they are rarely local. Can I move somewhere? Sure, but that whole fire-you-that-day thing is awful and will leave me in a horrible place. I'll be programming one minute and the next minute I'm bussing tables at Hooters getting absolutely 0 in tips because I'm a guy. Or I'll be showing off my pussy in a strip joint but nobody would drop any money in the hat because who wants to look at my stupid orange cat?

Women have at least a few things a little bit easier. When all else is bust they can mortgage themselves and go into stripping or porn or prostitution, depending on how society judges their appearance. Men? All we've got are paid drug experimentation and sperm donation... and the kids can come back later and claim child support. I think I remember a court case where that happened.

Besides, if you want my sperm all you have to do is ask.

And moving away for work has the disadvantage that I'll miss those I am close with here. A year ago I was ready to stuff things into a backpack and walk across the country from villiage to villiage with a sword asking if they needed any monsters dispatched in exchange for money. Today... it's different. I feel like a pansy saying it but there you have it.

Pansy for Hire!