So, I added a picture in the last post of a “so called” beer that my friend in Alabama sent me. Apparently it is exclusive to the South. First off, let me thank my friend again for his generosity, “Thanks Berg!” As they say, “It’s the thought that counts.” I am curious if this beer comes in a bottle or if it is strictly cans, perhaps Berg can shed some light. I only ask because it has been a while since I had a beer in a can so maybe that is why I was thinking it tasted like I just drank some PBR from a week old keg. Seriously I do appreciate the gesture, I only gain more knowledge by being exposed to new things. However, if I did not have an iron stomach I might be expanding my knowledge of porcelain and plumbing. I kid, it wasn’t that bad. Cheers.

So, I apply to a job through the GVSU job board and there’s a link to a map of the location of this job. Turns out, it is probably not even a mile away from my house. Well, there are a number of businesses around Lake Michigan Dr. but the map shows an area that is rural, a suburb.

Someone needs a graphic designer for a business that they run out of their home, what could that be? Hmmm. I am curious, but poor, so let’s not judge it could be a legitimate business. However I have my doubts, it’s what I do, this could be someone trying to go that extra step to sell their scrapbooking supplies or Mary Kay. Oh well, at least a pay check is involved. I send my info and respond to the ad. The response I get is, well I want to tell you I knew it but I really can’t say, worse than I expected.

Technically, the person simply asked what sort of work I have done in the past and how many hours I was available to work, or if I was looking for freelance. Yet, there was some more information available with the signature. I had a new email address and a full name. Using my good friend Google, I wanted to see what exactly I was getting myself into. Turns out that this indivdual is a poet, a religious poet. She makes inspirational clings with Bible quotes on them that you can stick anywhere. Her poetry is featured on mattes in custom frames so you can put pictures next to her words. Then there is some sort of bracelets that she makes but that part of the site was not working.

Uh…So, cardboard boxes don’t offer the greatest amount of comforts as far as housing, but me working for the Lord? That would be like asking George Bush to add something to the Bill of Rights, it would be like asking Fred Phelps, that evil baptist. to minister a gay funeral instead of protest it. I should just suck it up and try to get the job, beggars can’t be choosers, but does she want me working for her?