Tales From the Unemployment Line — Day 539
We didn’t plan to be off the air for the entire month of September, but it was gone before you know it. We were busy, of course, with other more pressing matters, and something had to take the hit, and it turned out to be OMT.
And it looks as though we may have just made the task of running a respected news organization — which is, after all, what OMT is — just that much more difficult for ourself.
Starting today, we will be able to count ourself among the gainfully employed once again, after 18 months outside the workforce.
We made the strategic decision not to go back to the technology field, where we had a successful career for 40 years. No, now that we’re in our 60s, we’ve decided to ride a less challenging trail, with fewer hills, less traffic, and fewer opportunities for road-rage incidents.
We’re starting work today as an overnight security guard at a suburban office park. The Internet being what it is — and our being old school as we are — we are not going to blab about the particulars of the position for the whole damn world (wide web) to see. Putting every detail of one’s life online is a young man’s game, and even if we were still young, it’s unlikely that we would embrace that idea with any enthusiasm at all.
Also, putting details about a security assignment online is hardly the secure thing to do. It was this very ability to exercise common sense that set us apart from the other candidates for the position, or so we’ve been told.
We will say, however, that we’ll be working 40 hours a week over the span of 4 days. All on the “hoot-owl” shift, which will be quite a change for us.
So it’s unlikely that we’ll be picking up the fallen OMT standard any time soon, owing to our immediate need to readjust our circadian rhythms to this new schedule.
But with the 2012 presidential race rapidly approaching its dénouement, we will try to get our act together in time to wade hip deep into the ugly cesspool that politics in 2012 America has become.
It is, after all, our goddam raison d’être.
New week, new month, new quarter, new job.
We have a uniform, a badge, and everything …