For the past few days, I was in a panic. I needed a job and kept applying online through various temporary to direct placement agencies, who are into the business of head-hunting, or rather helping losers like me find a nice, cushy job.

Other websites I visited were: Yahoo! HotJobs.com, in which I used my Yahoo! ID — my first initial followed by my full last name and without spaces in between–; Careerbuilders.com and Monster.com.

I found a position in A/R (or Accounts Receivable ) that was only for two months. Unfortunately it was posted on January 23, 2009 and just found out about it this evening. So I emailed that recruiter and in three short sentences sent my resume, stating it was perfect!

All I needed was just some extra money to get by until the puss-heads pulled through for everyone. I’m not talking about the worldwide community. All this time I was referring to a small group of investors.

Earlier and while the sun was brightly shining around mid-afternoon, I flipped through the pages and re-read Chapter 13 about Money. I know what my purpose is and I hope you understand that I failed miserably. But I learned not to be too trusting but fulfill whatever project was meant for me.

Then I slept and looked for more jobs and got pissed off because I kept receiving a phone call from 303-996-8729 since yesterday. It’s a telemarketer number, usually Everest College (formerly Bryman College) from Westminster, CO (USA).

But I never answered it because once again my cellphone is bugged. This is another reason why I’m careful to word my chatting via MSN and Yahoo! I archive the conversations in case something stupid happens with the parties involved.

It’s part of the ‘CYA‘ (pronounced as ‘See Ya!’ but ‘cover your ass’) that I am all too aware for 8.7 slong years. It’s called documentation ranging from hand written notes, credit card statements and phone statements to signed contracts. But I’m not being paranoid. It’s about being smart and really business-minded.

The only ones that know my cellphone number are my family, some friends, the recipients of my resume, which contains that number, and the holders of my accounts. None calls this phone number except maybe in case of emergency. It’s for their own good, really, that none calls.

So in order to get rid of the puss-heads that put my cellphone number out to this particular telemarketer, I registered this cellphone number with the National Do Not Call Registry. I did this to the two land lines again just for extra assurances.

But for the employers, please call. I’m sick and tired of being home bound and penniless, seriously. It’s really bad. Bad! Bad! Bad! Nyah! So don’t mess with moi!

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