The Awesome Depression

"Great" just isn't a strong enough word.  The current economic situation has affected me but I'm not too upset about it.

Even though the very few people who read this blog already know about this, I figured I'd put it out there anyway.  Late last month, I parted ways with my employer in a fairly amicable lay-off. It was not my decision.

When it happened I experienced some sense of rejection and humiliation, but I soon embraced the accompanied euphoria in not having to report to work for "the man" every day.

I'm sharing on this fairly personal information on this very-public forum because I needed to explain my bloggin hiatus, which was due to the loss of the computer that was part of my relationship with my past employer.

In the meantime, if anyone needs freelance contruction work, handyman services, someone to chop wood, babysit, or general day labor, let me know.  Work requests can be sent to brettaramsey@gmail.com.

In the meantime I'll be busy growing my "freedom beard" for the rest of the year.

Now You Don't Have to Be Crazy to Talk to Yourself

Living in South St. Louis, I have seen my fair share of crazy people. People who talk to trees, scream at passing cars, and once I even saw a woman pushing a shopping cart down the street in her birthday suit.

These days my office is in Creve Couer and occasionally I believe I am seeing the same thing only the people are better dressed and drive nicer cars. I was wrong. They only appear to be crazy. It's technology, dude. Bluetooth.
Now I'm not opposed to hands free devices for cell phones; sometimes I use them myself. I'm only reacting to my experience this morning when I hadn't yet finished my morning cup of joe and I saw a woman walking through the parking lot telling herself jokes and cackling to herself.

I immediately thought that she was insane until I got closer and saw the motorola razr strapped to her belt. So I guess now it's acceptable to look like you're talking to yourself/act like you belong in a nuthouse. and I'm okay with that.

Blog Hijacker Murphy, Restrictive New Job

That's all I'll say for now, Murph. Don't think you can come into CB&B and act like the Royals are the cat's meow and pretend like it's your personal forum! This means war, and once Pujols gets better, I'll give you a piece of my mind!

On a related note, I have been having trouble getting back to blogging because of the new job. Primarily because it has sucked away all my time by keeping me busy and developing mild alcoholism (happy hour ism?) to deal with the stress.

But also because it is hard to not mention what I do at my new job or where I work. I have been told explicitly NOT to blog about my job whatsoever. And my involvement with a certain company (starts with a 'G') makes it difficult to blog anything that won't get picked up.

But let's just say that since my last post, I now know more about internet search and search engines than most people you know.

More blogging to come.