Told by an Idiot

It is dark and stormy this morning in Lake Gonebelow, and that is just the weather.

Not much is happening here. I learned a day or so ago that I was passed over for another job. At least these folks had the courtesy to reply and bring closure. I am assuming from the passage of time without notice that I have been also passed over for the other positions to which I made application. Whatever the position is I am learning that I am:
a) over-qualified
b) under-qualified
c) male (and we want a female)
d) have the desired skills for which we advertised, but not the ones that we did not mention
e) have a master’s degree, but not the “right” master’s degree, even though I’ve done the job for twenty years.
f) have too much experience
g) don’t have enough experience
h) don’t have the “certifications” (again, even though I’ve done the job… )
i) [insert what you will here]

*sigh*

So I spend most of my time cooking, cleaning, and rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.

I’ve done some projects around the house. One project that affected (improved) the curb appeal of our home evidently has elicited the admiration of the neighbors. I had two different neighbors inquire about the product that I used and indicate that they were intending to do the same to their property.

I also continued to tinker with computers. Recently I had a call from a former client in our previous home area who was having “issues” with her computer. She paid me to make the trip and fix it. It turned out I needed to replace the fan inside the power supply.

I’m involved in the design and implementation of websites for two non-profits. This work has been gratis and a labor of love. Both groups wanted fairly simple and straight-forward concepts. (And I am about as “simple” as you can get. ) The one group is the group with which I hang from time to time. The other non-profit is the church we attend. The former site is up, although it is a work in progress(!!!). The latter is still in “design and committee”.

With the former group’s site, I was instrumental in finding them an inexpensive hosting service and in reclaiming their domain. I worked with them on the initial design, concepts, and content, and now I am working with one of the key members in training him to do the updates and maintenance of the site. I tried to write the code so that someone else could easily take over. The group had had a website earlier and the member who maintained it pulled up his pants and went home. It is important to me that the site this time not be dependent upon the presence of a particular member.

At some risk, I will share with you that the group is called GOBAB (Gentlemen of Berks and Beyond) and the website is www.gobab.org. They are a great bunch of guys!

As a side note, at times in the past I frequently included in my posts (now no longer viewable) my opinions on current happenings in culture and politics. Just to let you know, I still am filled with sound and fury, but I have determined that I have lighted sufficient fools the way, signifying nothing. At the risk of confusing my readers, I will “mix my metaphors” (or, more properly, my allusions) and say that I have decided that it is time just to cultivate my garden.

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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-Shakespeare, Macbeth

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!