Hey, My Career Is Unemployment....

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Or that's how it seems. Less than a month into the new gig and I'm back in Phoenix and unemployed. I just spent 5 weeks in a small town. Not just an everyday, average small town. Nope. A violently, emphatically, rabidly, adamantly small town.

The company was pretty silly and had very little clue they were doing business in the 21st century. As for Tinyville? Yike! One horse town okay; this was a half-horse town, and that one got ridden on the sidewalk, of which there was one. 1 movie theatre showing new releases once a night at least one month after initial release date. 2 pizza places. A Sonic, a McDonald's, and a Dairy Queen. Safeway and Basha's. A laundromat. And that's about it for entertainment. Anything else is 50 miles away down an elk infested road. An elk versus a Mustang? I would lose that one. This place was Mayberry without the charm.

First morning I was there, a (the?) cop followed me into the parking lot to tell me the speed was 35, not 51. I thanked the nice officer, threw him a stale doughnut and he drove away on his moped.


I do not want to slam any religion, but one group in particular has a chokehold on that town, and the policy is very anti-growth, unless you're talking families. Not the warm fuzzy Corleone kind of family, either. The stick up the rectum holier than you and me kind of family. Small towns are fine, but this one was a definite buzzkill. I am glad to be back, but not glad to be looking once again for a job. My life seems to be circular at best, redundant at worst.


I will blog further.....



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