Hope all is well?
Only thing not well in my world is the fact that I’m still unemployed.
One has to wonder just exactly what employment agencies does all day long?
The one spot I’ve been to, everybody was busy – looked like a veritable ant-heap.
Quite clearly they are not busy getting people in for interviews.
Or rather, they’re not getting me in.
A buddy phoned me yesterday – tells me he read some research on CV’s and such.
Apparently, the average time spent on any CV by one of these head hunters is something stupid like 12 seconds.
How on earth can you get a feel for a person in 12 seconds? On paper no less?
Don’t the CV’s deserve just a little more attention?
Then he went on to tell me I should change my CV every time I send it off – to make it more specific to the position I’m applying for…
While that makes sense, it’s just not feasable.
Not on the websites in any case.
And then you have to save the cv you sent so you know what you sent to whom…
I have decided to shorten the 11 page monster I currently have to a one pager – with contact details, a paragraph about me, and a list of my job skills.
If they want the whole kit and caboodle, they can contact me for it.
Think maybe that might do the trick.
I don’t know what else to do.
I even sent a CV off to my other old employers – still have had no reply from them – but maybe, just maybe, they will take me back and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
The kid came up with an idea yesterday – we should start a garden service.
Now, the research has to start.
What they charge, what they do, how long they do it for – he’s already got 2 people wanting to leave the place they work at now, so labour is not a problem. We can fix my lawnmower, but it’s electric, and there’s not always people at home during the day. Have spades and forks if we really have to use mine, but we will need a bakkie of some kind. Not to mention the fact that he wants the 2 labourers to come and stay in my little outside hut, so claenup has to be done there as well as in the other one…
All just ideas, some money will have to be spent – money neither of us has in great supply.
But it’s not a bad idea – it will give him something to do during the day, a way to earn a salary, and we’ll be helping 2 other guys that’s working for a seriously sucky place.
Hope the day, and the weekend, treats you well…
Two Old Pensioners
Two old pensioners are taking a trip down memory lane by going back to the
place where they first met. Sitting at a café, the little old man says, “Remember the first time I met
you over 50 years ago? We left this cafe, went round the corner behind the gas
works, and I gave you one from behind.”
“Why, yes, I remember it well, dear,” replies the little old lady with a
“Well, for old time’s sake, let’s go there again. and I’ll give you one
The two pensioners pay their bill and leave the cafe. A young man sitting
next to them has overheard the conversation and smiles to himself, thinking
it would be quite amusing to see two old pensioners at it. He gets up and
follows them. Sure enough, he sees the two pensioners near the gas works.
The little old lady pulls off her knickers and lifts up her dress.
The old man pulls down his pants and grabs the lady’s hips, and the little
old lady reaches for the fence. Well, what follows is 40 minutes of the most
athletic sex the man has ever seen. The little old man is banging
away at the little old woman at a pace that can only be described as
phenomenal. Limbs are flying everywhere, the movement is a blur, and they do
not stop for a single second. Finally, they collapse and don’t
move for an hour.
Well, the man is stunned. Never in his life has he ever seen anything
that equates to this — not in the movies, not from his friends, not from
his own experiences.
Reflecting on what he has just seen, he says to himself, “I have to
know his secret. If only I could shag like that now, let alone in 50 years’
The two old pensioners have by this time recovered and dressed themselves.
Plucking up courage, the man approaches the pensioner.
He says, “Sir, in all my life I have never seen anybody shag like that,
particularly at your age. What’s your secret? Could you shag like that
50 years ago?”
The pensioner replies, “Son, 50 years ago, that f*cking fence wasn’t