Scratch Mechanical Abilities Off My Resume

So, it seems the fates have shown me that I will not become a landscaper. For you see, I had asked my dearest husband some weeks ago to replace the blade on the weed wacker and put the string head back on it. Did he do so? No he didn't. So this morning I called him at work and asked him how to go about changing it out. I have some serious trimming to do around the place. He said there was a manual, that it was easy. Okay, so I get out the manual. It seems very simple. I manage to get the blade off - look at the manual - complete with pictures and everything - and then screw on the string head. Wa-la. It was done. I start the wacker and nothing, the head won't spin. What the hell? I looked at the pictures and everything, it should work. But it was not. My nephew even came over, a smart young man with mechanical abilities. He cannot get anything to budge. So there went my plans for the afternoon of trimming around the house.

Dearest husband comes home and I ask if he wants to look at the weed wacker. Of course all I get is a grunt and a eye roll. He takes one look at it and tells me I apparently forgot to leave some part on it when I put the string head back on. Ummm, no I did not. I even got out the manual. See, look at the picture, that part is not in it. I looked at it several times. No part. He said it was there, you just couldn't see it. What the hell? What do you mean I cannot see it. It isn't in the damn picture. So now I have to take the stupid thing to the lawn mower repair shop tomorrow and see if they can get it fixed. I am going to tell them my husband did it. LOL

Unemployment

I know I probably should be working on my resume, or possibly networking but I just cannot bring myself to focus. Ahhh, yes networking............I hate that word. It is a really sucky word. Who in the hell wants to "network"? It sounds so grown up - so damn formal. It sounds like it you must say it with an air of an accent like Thurston Howel the Third from Gilligan's Island. "Yes, I do believe I will go network with the gents down at the club." Gag!


Today is what, my official 8th day of unemployment. But really, these first days don't count since I was really on vacation - and getting paid as my last week of work. Since tomorrow is Monday, I suppose I really should call the outplacement service and set up an appointment to go speak with them. I did manage to take my "personality and professional assement". I cannot wait to see what the results are. I can probably guess it will say something like Jodi doesn't play well with others and finds stupid people to be a waste of her time. I further suppose I will be sitting at the food court at the mall meeting with the guy assigned to me as we sip Starbucks coffee and I pretend to give a shit about what he thinks of me and what his idiotic test has to say. But a girl has got to get a job to pay for all these ponies, so I will go. And I will smile. And I will try my best to pretend I am excited about this awesome change in my life. Fuck that. I worked for the same company for 13 years. It was comfortable. I like comfortable. I own comfortable shoes, I wear pants with lycra so they strech and are comfortable around my love handles. I don't find this change so comfortable right now. I thought I would. I have been telling myself it will be great. Yeah, until it really happened. So now I am enrolled in community college trying to finish a degree I should have finished 15 years ago while I look for a job to pay the bills. Ain't being an adult just grand.