A new direction...
Coming soon, new thoughts and new directions. From me. About homeownership and the tribulations of opening a business in Philadelphia. It's like living in Israel, but in no way, shape, or form.
Truly, the question on everyone's mind.
Coming soon, new thoughts and new directions. From me. About homeownership and the tribulations of opening a business in Philadelphia. It's like living in Israel, but in no way, shape, or form.
I've officially become that which I hate more than anything else in the world (no Mom, I haven't become a Muslim (no, reader, I don't hate all Muslims- just Palestineans, Iranians, and the stubborn few Iraqis who just can't stop hating freedom)): a non-blogging blogger. Cyberspace is clogged with so much useless, redundant, non-pornographic idiot-spout that I'm truly ashamed of my stagnant Internet real estate which has been bereft of even the most purfunctory update for nearly two months. I feel like I've regarded my blog with the same attention and respect that Americans regard the Winter Olympics.
My working ordeals have been somewhat well documented in this space, but things took a turn for the strange this week. To review: I got a job at a couple of places, decided to take one place over the other because I was going to work in the kitchen, trained there, was suspended from work pending acquisition of a work visa, and resumed working there after three weeks. Since resuming work, however, my place of work had relatively few customers and I was receiving relatively few shifts. In addition, there was a new manager, rendering all of my previous training invalid, but I was never exactly retrained. So I go into work this week, and I’m told, in Hebrew, that in the time that it took me to get my work visa, they hired other people, and they didn’t really need so many people, so it would be best if I didn’t work there anymore. Actually, the guy could have told me that I was a bad person and a terrible worker, but since I got fired in Hebrew, I’m relating things as I understood them. Let’s say I’m about 70% confident in my first explanation. This was actually okay with me, because I was dreading every shift at this place, and was kind of planning on quitting anyway. I guess this just made the decision that much easier.
I've been wanting to post for awhile, but there's been so little going on. I've been working at the Cafe, but shifts have been infrequent and the patrons have been few in number. I tried to get a different job in a fancy hotel, only to be thwarted by the Israeli Bureaucracy. I've still got some other options, but I'm wondering whether gainful employment is ever going to be possible for me here. Sigh.
I know that the minute I post this, I'll get some phone call invalidating the title of this post, but what the hell, I'm feeling lucky after my experience today.
I began my last entry with an unintentional falsehood, and in the interest of full disclosure, I feel it my duty to clear things up. I stated, only two days ago, that as of then, I had absolutely nothing to do. I then proceeded to explain how I needed to acquire a work permit, which would qualify as "something to do," under International law. I apologize for any embarrassment that my friends or family might feel as a result of this non-truth coming to light, and I know that, as I atone for it for the next ten to fifteen seconds, I have a strong support system behind me. I will get through this, no matter how hard the road ahead appears to be. I thank you in advance for your understanding, and may God have mercy on all of us.
Today I began my first day of 100%, unadulterated nothing to do.
On this day before a day that's meaningful in no way out here and is, in fact, based upon some pretty iffy history, I offer my thanks to you for reading this blog, whether out of a desire to while away the hours at work or out of a genuine desire to keep tabs on me.
I've come to the conclusion that men in Israel shop at exactly one store (it's called FOX), and they've purchased all of the black short sleeved t-shirts in the country.
Let's just say that I pulled myself away from the Internet radio broadcast and went to sleep mid-way through the 2nd quarter the other night, and it's a decision I don't regret. I'll admit, I did wake up occasionally over the course of the night, imagining a miraculous comeback and another unbelievably sweet, utterly undeserved victory. But it was not meant to be. Now what am I looking forward to? Next Sunday night's game against the Redskins. It will be on TV. At 4am. Horse shit.