Working for squat pay.

Rodin Museum in Philly. I can't find the new pics, this new Windows 10 can be a pain.

I had a request last week for my resume. I was bored so I sent it off. I have been in quality my entire career, with one stint as a sales coordinator. The recruiter told me my experience is all over the place. WTF. First time I have ever heard that one. And she wants me to interview for a job paying squat. For squat I will stay bored.

I need to start making the reservations for my trip to bring mama home. Or to my brother's house, whichever she wants to call it. And we will have picture taking lessons every day on her iPhone as she cannot remember how to take a picture.

Damn I need an interview outfit if I am going to interview. My last one got worn to shreds.

A whole new world

The conservatory at Belle Isle

Well, I could not get my contacts in this morning so I wore my new glasses to drive into work. I am amazed at all the stuff I have been missing. I am sure the newness will wear off soon, kinda like when you quit smoking and can smell all the nastiness for the first time.

I could see all the tiny trash and weirdo people, cracks in the overhead bridges, and my instrument panel. When I pulled in the parking lot I could see all the paint fucked up on the vehicles and how dirty some of the vehicles are. When I got inside the plant I could not wait to take the glasses off. Enough for one day.

Big Daddy drove through Belle Isle and he said since the state has taken it on as a state park the change is remarkable. I will have to drive through with him. Maybe this Sunday after another brunch at Seldon Standard. And I can take pics now that I can see. Phone camera is still shitty however. Gonna have to make a decision on the iPhone or the Samsung. Any opinions?

Practice makes perfect

Sexy girl walking down the same street as . .

the child with the nails

Big Daddy is practicing taking photos with his new iPhone, blurry picture of a little girl waiting to run between taxis with her scrap lumber full of nails. And that was the best of 3 pictures.

I would guess he needs inspiration to do his best work.

This weekend we had Superstars at our hotel. They were filming a soap opera outside our building, still waiting for those photos. We also had  FIFA guys in swim trunks. No pictures of them. See what I mean? Inspiration.

Walking In Hong Kong

Well not really, we walked to the train. We got on the train. We chatted like 2 people in a popular romantic movie. Then we noticed we were in a tunnel. This was shocking as in all our walking to Hong Kong travels we had never seen a tunnel. Hmmm. Then we were at the train station. Hmmm. OKay, we got on the wrong train and it was a bit of a fright. Added 30 minutes to our walk to Hong Kong for the Visa stamp. And Big Daddy was not happy. Nuh huh.

Last night we had dinner at the Shangri-La sports bar with a friend. The Shangri-La sports bar is like any other sports bar. The sport is in getting the food and drink. And the restrooms are pictures of your gender doing sport. And the inside stall doors are of the men doing sport if you are a female. (Did not get to peak in the men's)

Then we went to the Lowu Market, ok so maybe it is not spelled quite right.

Got some questionable deals on some questionable items. The new scam here is well dressed people walking around with a baby jabbing at their mouths. I thought they wanted a smoke. No, they are begging for money. Disgusting.

Big Daddy bought a questionable Iphone. Back at the hotel Big Daddy and the bartender worked for quite some time to get the back open. Hmmm.

Rather be walkin in Memphis right now, Beale street--oh yea--better yet Rue de Royal and a steak at the Rib Room.

Elvis, where are ya bro? Meet me at the Touche and tell Miss Donna to set us up.