Funk Week Spillover Or Best Buy + Strippers = The Ultimate Frustration?

So I haven’t managed to fully shake off the Funk Week vibe, as I must confess that the fact that I haven’t heard anything more on last week’s job leads has got me a little down.
I know, I still have time, and there’s no point in getting discouraged already, but, as I mentioned, the uncertainty that goes with being jobless – particularly when you’ve just bought a house – can be nerve wracking.
Under the theory of “a watched pot never boils,” and because I needed various toiletries and some groceries, I headed out into the world to kill some time in the hopes that when I got home there would be some news.
Of course there wasn’t.
People who have never been to a strip club often say things like, “I would think that it would be more frustrating than anything else,” especially in regards to lap dances.
To them I would suggest that the act of seeing naked women gyrating on a stage is its own reward (and that it also helps to be drunk). As for lap dances, they certainly can be frustrating but, when done well, they have their own unique appeal, which, in many ways is actually aided by the frustration. After all, much of the thrill of, well, anything comes from the anticipation more than anything else.
Think of lap dances as being like Christmas morning, without any of the Christmas afternoon letdown.
Or something.
In any case, after having gone there to kill more time after I’d finished at Wal-Mart, I can tell you that going to Best Buy when you’re unemployed and you don’t really know where your future income may – or may not – be coming from is infinitely more frustrating than a trip to a strip club.
In any case, now I’m home and I need to try to force myself into putting all of the extra time I now have to productive use, but there’s a lot of inertia to have to overcome.
In yesterday’s account of my day I neglected to mention that when I got back from my walk I actually met one of my neighbors. She seemed like a nice enough lady.
Tomorrow I have to go to an orientation for the outplacement service that’s part of my severance package. Hopefully using their resources will help me to get a little more activity on the job front.

Sturdiwheat Done Dirt Cheap Department:
Last year when I first moved to Leesburg I was pleased to discover that Super Target sold Sturdiwheat pancake mix, which is made in Red Wing, MN, the town I once lived in. It’s pretty much the best pancake mix I’ve ever encountered, and making pancakes with it is simplicity itself, as it’s a “just add water” mix.
Today I did my grocery shopping at Super Target specifically for the purposes of picking up some Sturdiwheat. Alas, it appears that I’m the only person in Leesburg who appreciated it, as they no longer stock it.
*Sigh*
(And yes, I see that I can order it online at their site, but I would much rather be able to pick it up at the store.)

Funk Week Continues

Dream interpretation has, I guess, fallen out of favor in the field of psychoanalysis, but if it were still a standard practice, I would be able to contribute the following to the collective knowledge: when you’re dreaming that you’re walking downtown somewhere on a Sunday afternoon looking for a store that’s open so that you can use the bathroom, it means that it’s time to get your lazy ass out of bed because you need to pee.
I made this breakthrough this morning at a point roughly two hours after I would normally get up.
After I did get up, I realized that there really wasn’t that much of a point in doing so, but, even though Funk Week isn’t quite over, I don’t want to fall into the trap of sleeping my day away, as that’s a sure sign of giving in to depression, which I have no interest in doing.
Eventually, after eating lunch, I took a shower and went for a walk.
Shortly after I got home Kathleen called to inform me that she would be stopping by to drop of my Wonderfalls DVD set, which she and Brian borrowed quite some time ago.
I’m glad, as ever since they borrowed it I find myself thinking, “I should watch an episode or two of Wonderfalls…oh, right.”
And that’s pretty much all that’s happened today.
Thanks to Scipio posting a link, Heroic Portraits has been getting quite a few hits, though no one has been impressed enough by what’s there to actually place an order for one.
As I was telling Kathleen, it’s a shame that I don’t have a) more talent and b) more drive (and for that matter, money), as I’ve had a lot of ideas for developing Heroic Portraits into an actual business.
But alas, I don’t have those things, and so it is what it is.
In any case, there’s really nothing much to write about today, so I’ll bring this entry to a close.
(Oh, and in response to the influx of traffic coming in due to TLC running a Real Estate Pros marathon, I don’t know if Ginger and Richard are dating, nor do I have any nude/bikini pictures of Ginger. )

Funk Week Continues

I haven’t really done much today, which is pretty well in line with what I decided to do this week after getting shitcanned.
Basically, my plan has been to be in a funk through the weekend and not do much of anything productive.
Which isn’t really much different from what my plans for the week were like before getting shitcanned, but I do have more time to spend at home doing it.
The only thing I really did today was fill up the 300 or so comic bags I had previously boarded on my long boring Saturdays at work.
Now I’m out of bags and boards (and long boring Saturdays at work), and I still have so many more comics that need to be bagged and boarded.
I want to get the bagging and boarding out of the way before I try actually organizing them and entering them into my database.
At a guess, I’d say I need at least 600 more bags and boards.
I was awoken this morning by Kathleen calling to inform me that she was on her way to a meeting and that I was her Plan B for lunch when she got back to Leesburg, with Plan A being to have lunch with Brian.
She called back later to let me know that she’d gone with Plan A.
There have been no new developments on the job-hunting front today. Yesterday I was contacted by another IT recruiting service, though he didn’t have any specific potential jobs in mind.
I did get a call from the job placement company whose services are part of my severance package. I have to go in for an orientation on Tuesday, after which I will be set up with a counselor and will have access to their computers for job searches and for printing resumes and so forth.
They have a job fair specifically for ex-AOLers lined up on November 1st.
After I finish funk week, I’m going to start putting some serious effort into doing things like upgrading the Heroic Portraits site, and potentially launching a comics-related site that could, conceivably, generate some revenue via selling ad space.
The Heroic Portraits upgrade would involve not only overhauling the site design, but also cranking out some more pictures to flesh out the gallery and to add some more graphical elements to the look of the site.
I’m not really inclined to get into specifics about the other site idea just yet.
The plan for next week also includes doing some non-Threshold writing.
To execute these plans I’m going to actually draw up a daily schedule.
That’ll be the easy part; actually sticking to it and performing the scheduled tasks will be the difficult and, honestly, unlikely part.
But you never know.
(Okay, with me you pretty much always know, but things can change.)