Mr. Blue Sky

So I would apologize for missing a day and making you all wait in anticipation for another ridiculous installment of Fresh Perspective, III but I realize that you don't care. I still plan on writing as much as I can and inundating you with useless information and senseless rantings about nothing you actually care about I am just going to be more bitter while doing it.

I wanted to talk about the 'F' word and make lots of scathing comments about Pierce County Sheriff's Department. Don't get me wrong, I am actually not bitter about losing the opportunity to become and Animal Control Officer. In fact I am relieved because I spent enough time while working at camp thinking about how my public image effects my job. I also don't think I want to work for a place that can't separate my private life from my public life. I know this blog is a public thing but I in no way would bring my work into it. Does anyone reading this now know what my job is at the moment? I am a  Sales Associate at a store in the mall (I will refrain from mentioning the name just in case) and my opinions here in no way reflect the views and policies of that store. So why did Pierce County not want me as their next Animal Control Officer?

I am to truthful.

The sad fact is that I didn't want to get caught in a lie. I was potentially going to be taking a polygraph test and have no knowledge of how polygraphs actually work except for what I have seen in movies. I wish I could know whether I can pass it without being completely honest. I guess I will never know. Yet through all of that I was told I was still in the running. I had some questionable moments during the 187 question interview to wheedle out all of my dirty little secrets. I was pumped and ready for anything (even a few lies on the polygraph) and yet it was all for nothing.

Apparently the Pierce County Sheriff's Department doesn't like the 'F' word as well as my use of the word fat ass, in a humorous way, in this blog of mine. I guess it is okay for officers to do questionable things on the job and just get reprimanded for it. Hell I wasn't even going to be a Sheriff's Deputy I was going to be an Animal Control Officer.

In all honesty I am not bitter about it. The hours I spent on the personal history form were tedious and I am upset I had to spend so much time worrying about it and making sure I got it all right. I think it is better now that I don't have to censor myself just to appease my boss.

So for your listening pleasure, and something to make your day 100% better. Electric Light Orchestra's Mr. Blue Sky.



Saturday.