I just crested marker numero 38, biologicly im fine and I still have decent curb appeal. I would imagine my resale value is up to par with the fair trade market value,(depending on how many drinks you have). Heres the deal: I have been in the construction trade for at least two decades that could easily resemble the not so desireable "roller coaster ride", none the less no matter what I did in my past or how I looked I could find a job, short term, long term, good, crappy... osama, bundy, or even manson could land one. Now.... I cant seem to hook anything, even if I baited my resume hook with money and halfway decent hookers,(and meaning most of their teeth are still intact and they take cash not crack and food stamps) Since getting a gold metal in the drunk driving olympics (twice, since they are only held four years apart)and forfeiting my ability to put more money into the silver lined pockets of our beloved oil swines. (bush) Being a carpenter used to be a big deal, now you have to jump through hoops, feed your prospective boss man a line of crap a 18 year old hoped up on rufies and tequilia wouldnt buy. I have a skill that I amassed in twenty years of hard work, twenty minuetes at the bar bragging how great my life was erased as easily as one would erase their memory when he wake up next to the "coyote" girl. What gives? I just need a job, not a interview comparible to the spanish inquisition. No licsense no job? how about I show up on time, do my job, (and do it well) and pay me and we can be the happy little America we crossed the atlantic for........
