Day 151: Monday, March 8, 2010:  None of these fat comments are insulting; you just nod in agreement. 

Jumping a lot of hoops lately, and falling into a Belichick state of mind:

Do my job (to get a job), jump those hoops to the best of my ability, and take one day at a time.  Never look ahead too far, and never dwell on yesterday, unless study questions were involved.

The federal government is hiring us as postal workers for a very low wage and no benefits, for an indefinate period of time.  The training is two weeks of intensive classroom and field testing, with defensive driving and real world situations on city streets, with stern instructors.

Yay.  I’m not nervous or intimidated, and will just do my best and be grateful for a shot at what appears to be the only ray of hope in this area for employment.  There are many veiled promises and other things at the USPS, but I could end up sacrificing a lot to stay afloat, and these situations are becoming common place now.  No benefits or decent pay, just be damn glad you have a job, and put up or shut up.  Kiss health benefits good-bye when COBRA runs out soon.  Your family is now in jeopardy, and we ask that you continue slaving away into the indefinate future.  Keep your kid off the damn playscape. 

I will absolutely not:

Kiss anyone’s butt.

Believe any promises of future employment or security.

Make any promises I can’t deliver.

Take sides or be bullied, intimidated, or messed with.

Stop looking for a better situation.

Writing my butt off.

So far so good.  I do look forward to a right-hand drive jeep-like vehicle, just because weird is fun.  Otherwise, one day at a time.