Holy crap! Just when I thought that the government (and pals) let me down, one of it many tentacles managed to pull through again for moi.
Maw once said to moi a while back:
You will get a job as soon as you exhausted your unemployment benefits.
Damn! That is eerily co-incidental!
After running downstairs in excitement to tell the great news about my temporary job assignment, Paw told to moi:
See? I told you! Obama will give you a job.
I took Paw’s right hand and gave my respect to him with a Filipino gesture of an `Amen` to my forehead, a blessing to the third eye chakra, if you will.
For the past few day and when Paw would knock on my door upstairs to signal the time to say the rosary in the evening, I ranted (rather softly but with my back turned) to him:
What is the point in saying the rosary? Will your prayers get me a job?
I was truly pissed at TPTB. You know who I’m talking about folks, alright? Good!
Then after playing phone tag with the ladies and receiving an email from them with a time stamp of 16:11pm, I was shocked again!
The tentacles know something about my background (in construction), sort of. I’ll leave it at that.
Wish me luck. I’ll end up wearing my power suits bought (at a bargain) from the Westgate Mall in Saratoga, CA. Maybe I’ll get a shorter haircut to scare the women over there.
The controller sounds Italian. It’s a clerical position, collection, meh!
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