Living In A Purple Haze

My head is pretty dang cloudy at the moment. Today is my interview with a vet who I worked for previously. I'm excited and scared about it at the same time. I really wish that I had a better grasp as to what exactly I am looking for in a full-time gig. I really, really like doing the relief thing, but the huge disadvantage of no benefits is kinda getting to me.

I also realize that I have a pretty big advantage since I'm the one in such high demand (and I'm not bragging here), so that puts most, if not all, of the edge in my corner. But still, with so many options it makes it hard to decide. I'm not complaining; merely voicing my current state of mind.

I'm also scrambling my monkey brain, trying to figure out a legal, relatively easy and low stress way to make some additional bank. At the rate I'm going, I'll be able to retire... never, so something's gotta give. I've got about a grand invested in one particular stock, so I've only gotten my feet wet as entering the world of "legal gambling", as my dad calls it. He also says, "The only way to learn about 'gamblin' is to get in there and lose."

Depressing, but true logic in a sense. As with most things, you never really understand something - unless you are wise - until you lose in it. But the key to wisdom is to learn from other people's mistakes. So the moral of the story is to learn from other people screwing themselves up, and go from there.

There are numerous opportunities to earn some extra bank, but the problem is finding 1-2 that will work. I don't know about you, but I'm sick of having to work for "The Man." "The Man" sucks. "The Man" don't give a damn about you. All that "The Man" cares about is getting His money and the hell with the details.

So I basically need to:

1) Make a plan. I need to figure out which route to go into and find the way to do it. I'm seriously thinking about real estate, as that seems the best way for me to make something. Especially at this time, since houses are dropping in price. Isn't that following the "Buy low, sell high" philosophy?

2) Set a definitive timetable to get this motha into action.

3) Grin and bear it...and hope that this motha takes off without having to give up my shirt that fits so nicely on my back.

4) Rinse, lather, and repeat on the next real estate investment. If, of course, the process is successful. If not, then try something else.

On a completely unrelated note, this weekend is a reunion of sorts. Cameltoes is returning from the State of Perpetual Liberalness (i.e. Oregon). Big R, Big Judy, and I are all gonna be back together for the first time since Big R's wedding in March. Of course, all of our significant others will be there too, and I'm sure that they will be majorly impressed with our guy humor. I know that Bean is.

Next weekend, I'm meeting Big R and Lil N in the Hill Country for a little deer hunting. I sure hope that I get me some Bambi. I'd sure like some venison to eat. Mmmmmmmm. Good. Maybe I'd even get me a big buck...well...er...big for that region. You see, the deer don't get too incredibly big out there. They're plentiful, but not too big. Good luck to me, because I could sure use another hide/mount on my wall.*

Keep on keepin' on folks.


* For the record, I have 1 cow hide, 1 coyote hide, 1 sheepskin, and 2 bull skulls in my house. Not too many dead animals, but just enough to give my pad some flair.

One Down, One To Go...

I had a job "interview" on Saturday. I put interview in quotes because in the world of veterinary medicine, it's kind of a loose term. Every interview I have ever had is very basic, and it is a chance for both parties to get to know the other person. Not once have I ever been asked a question like you would in a typical job interview.

Such as, "What is your greatest strength?" Or, "Tell me of a time when you solved a problem, and how you implemented that solution into action." Blah, blah, blah.

In fact, my interview for my previous clinic, the brand-spanking-new clinic that I'm about to leave, involved about 10-12 Miller Lite's. And capping the night off with watching "Team America: World Police." Seriously.

So, my interview on Saturday consisted of sitting down at dinner and talking for around 1.45 hours. In fact, very little of the conversation was actually involving the job and salary. Pretty laid back.

I have another interview tomorrow. It's with a vet that I worked for from April of 2006 to April 2007 on a part-time basis.

And I really don't even know if I want a full-time position. These interviews just kind of landed in my lap. Who knows what the heck I'm gonna do?

So, I'll keep on keepin' on.