My Brain Is Mush

Today’s forecast: scattered thoughts all day.

Wednesday doesn’t look to be any clearer, but you never know.  I’m hoping for coherence and clarity on Thursday. In the meanwhile, I have a million random links that I would normally attempt to tie together. But not today, for my brain, it is guacamole… the kind that is mushy and brownish.

So here’s the random linkage.

[Ed. Note: See that? I couldn’t even come up with a suitable segue to introduce the random links. Gawd. I feel like I’m thinking through swamp mud.]

Britain could get blackouts, the first they’ve had since the 1970s. Sucks.  They have cold winters. I’m a true Southerner and thus have a very real fear of being without power during cold weather. Go ahead and laugh, Yankees; let’s see you stand up to a real Georgia summer.

I’m not talking about a summer like the ones we’ve experienced recently. I’m talking about the kind of summer that’s so humid you feel like you’re trying to breathe mashed potatoes. It’s the kind of summer that’s so hot you feel your eyeballs boil. It’s the kind of summer when you pray for nightfall. We used to have those. I don’t know what happened to them. Another victim of global warming climate change, perhaps?

A US federal police force? Well, that idea gives me the creeps. And shyeah, he makes a good point somewhere in there: historically speaking, whenever socialism is imposed, it is sustained by force.

I understand misperception (NSFW) well. Try explaining your corset collection and your romance/romantica/erotica reading habit to your Mormon would-be  boyfriend when he tracks your web surfing through cookies from his blog. (I’m talking about me here, so I’ll go ahead and drop the second person “it ain’t me” BS. ‘Cause it is.) Apparently, that all made me a dominatrix in his view, or whatever he imagined a dominatrix to be.

But I learned something from that: once a Mormon man thinks you’re dominant (and a deviant one at that), forget about any eternal happily ever after with him and the billion babies because there’s no explaining anything, even if the truth is pretty much opposite of what he thinks… well, I’ll stop there. I’m sure that had my thinker thunk straight back there I’d be able to edit the TMI out. But it didn’t and it doesn’t. So, next!

Food porn: 100 ways to use a strip of bacon. [Ed. Note: Fixed the link.] I’ve got to add bacon to my grocery list.

I read recently that we are almost at 17% unemployment when you consider all the people (like me) who don’t qualify for unemployment benefits. So when you consider that we’re now headed for negative job growth… just damn. Looks like I’ll be heading back to college Fall 2010 after all (assuming I can get a scholarship or student loan… d’oh).

No astroturfing here, folks. Move along. You know, I’ve decided that the first indicationthat a protest is the result of astroturfing is the pre-printed matching signs.


I Feel Better

Guess what? I’m not unemployed; I’m funemployed! Well, that makes it all good now.

FROM JUST SILLY: At last, I’m at the forefront of a new, exciting trend. Woohoo! Prudence Ponder, trendsetter. Who knew?

TO THE RIDICULOUS: Hey! Since I’m such a trendsetting figure now, you might want to buy a few corsets. It’s an investment. (And, um, if you don’t want to store them, I’ll be happy to wear them  house them for you. De nada.)

The Overqualified Middle Class

I can’t find a job here in Georgia in engineering. I’ve talked to headhunters, both in and out of Georgia. There are so many civil engineers in Georgia and Florida looking for jobs in other states that the market is saturated with civil engineers. The market is so saturated that companies aren’t offering to pay for relocation. As one head hunter put it, “Civil engineering is dead in Georgia and Florida. NC is great right now. Can you relocate?” I can’t afford to relocate.

I’m not proud. I’ll work where ever I can. So I’ve applied at places like Wal-Mart and Home Depot and JC Penny’s. They won’t have me. They won’t have me at any price. And believe me, I’ve dropped my price.

I talked to a woman at a local government employment agency about it. Apparently, I have two problems that prevent me from finding work: 1) I was disabled for two years and 2) I’m overqualified.

Well, hell.

Her advice was to keep pestering friends and family for information on jobs where they work. I’ve done that. The companies they work for are barely holding on as it is. They’re finding people to lay off in the near future, not looking for people to hire.

The kind lady at the government also said that eventually I’d find a job. I just have to find someone who doesn’t care or doestn’ notice that I haven’t worked since September 2006.

So between emailing resumes, I’ve been getting the house in order. I’ve been cleaning for the holidays, checking my SHTF (Shit Hits the Fan) stuff,  doing genealogy, etc. While researching SHTF preparedness, I came across a forum where such issues were being discussed, from the position of someone who has actually been through a SHTF scenario in Argentina in December 2001. The quote that most struck a chord in me:

You see, we have a middle class that suddenly turns to poor, creating a society of basically poor people, there is no more middle class to cushion tensions any more. Middle class suddenly discovers that they are overqualified for the jobs they can find and have to settle for anything they can obtain, there for unemployment sky rockets, too much to offer, too little demand.

Well, hell.

It’s a good read. If you’re preparing for when the SHTF, you should go read the whole thing. Especially enlightening for me was the list of things he’d buy if he could go back in time and get them before the SHTF.

[Via Twisted Spinster.]