Apparently, that how Dorothy Parker answered the telephone. Supposedly it originated when someone interrupted her train of thought, but she ended up using it as a greeting, to answer the phone or the door. I might have to try it.
In any case, it's been a long month. I've been banging out resumes to anyone with an open position, and so far all I've received was one response, a politely-worded "Thanks, but the position has been filled." I'm beginning to wonder if it's time to change professions. I've not worked in any business but hotels since 1998. I've got no degrees, so it's mostly been one long series of working the same job over and over, with little to no hope of advancement. I'd go back to school, but no one will finance my education until I pay off my debts, including a student loan which dates back to 1991.
My sister (ex-in-law, whatever) suggested I shift my job search south, as her husband is doing. She suggested Panama City and Orlando (the vacation capital of America). Both have some nice positions open, but most of the ads I saw are only taking walk-in applicants. I don't have access to a vehicle now (Vicki sold her van), so I can't exactly drive to either place to apply. Since I came to Florida, I've had the feeling that Tallahassee was only a way station, that I'm meant to travel further south. Orlando, or even Miami would put me much closer to a lot of trans-friendly business and support structures, too.
If I don't find another job soon, I'll have to vacate the guest house and move back in with my sister. She ditched the big house in December and moved her brood into a double-wide by the airport. She's getting ready to oust a housemate next month, so I might be able to move into my own room again.
The day I lost my job, I did a little shopping. A trip to the mall yielded a new purse from Burlington Coat Factory, and at Game Stop I found a used copy of Halo 3: ODST. I originally wrote a little about this game back in 2009, but I sidestepped it in my anticipation of Mass Effect 2. I haven't had much else to do in the last few weeks, and the game has eaten up lots of hours.
Deprived of a vehicle, I've been doing a lot of walking. The shopping center with a Publix grocery store and my favorite nail salon is 2.8 miles from my current residence. A Walmart SuperCenter is 3.3 miles away, in the other direction. Daytime temps have reached the seventies, so the walking's been good. Twice people driving by have honked their horns and waved at me, but they were traveling too fast for me to see who they were. I suppose they might have been some people I used to work with at the hotel, but I didn't see them. Today a dude drove by shouting something derogatory. I didn't hear the words, but I'd know that tone anywhere. Again, he whizzed by at 50 mph, and I have no idea what he said or why. I just went about my business.