I've spent most of the week dealing with Job1 and the Louisianna Workforce Commission.
And, while they're a tad bit more convenient and user friendly than the Texas incarnations of their offices, the key word in that sentence is, 'tad.'
Anytime the government is involved, you're in for a big hot mess of 1) self important non-entities and 2) conflicting information.
By Wednesday, after spending a soul sucking morning I needed a soul feeding afternoon.
So I bought a book of Emily Dickinson poetry at Goodwill and settled myself at a street cafe with a cup of cafe au lait. I considered wearing a beret. But that would just be pretentious. Not as pretentious as showing up with a poodle who smokes. But still.
So, fully recharged, I went off again today... to a completely futile day at aforementioned institutions... (I was told to be there at 2 pm for something that doesn't happen until 9 am tomorrow) And there's only so much that caffeine and Emily Dickinson can be expected to achieve...
I'm thinking booze.
And a poodle that smokes.