My First Rant

OK, as you know, I'm still out there looking for work.

So, each and every time my phone rings, I have a brief glimmer of hope.

Of course, it usually turns out to be the fine folks from Discover Card calling, the Atlantic City Hilton offering a free one or two night stay, or, if I'm lucky, a friend calling to check up on me.

(Which I might add, one did a couple days ago. More proof that she's good people.)

Yesterday, my phone rang with someone calling me asking about my severance package.

Someone who shouldn't have even had my phone number.

Needless to say, I was somewhat hesitant to give this person any answers, since they really had no business asking the questions anyways.

Thankfully, they didn't pry too deeply, and we left amicably.

After I placed a phone call myself today, and talked to another well-placed "source", I think I know where the call originated.

So, to the person who handed out my home phone number to this person, please stop.

Don't drag me down into your petty battles ... I have my own mountains to climb, hurdles to leap, and obstacles to conquer.

This concludes my first rant ... we now return you to the happy Chris you know and love/like/loathe/hate with every fiber of your being.

(Oh, and for the record, I wish I had one of those old-time phones pictured above.)