_{We can spend our entire life looking for something, and never find it.}

Other times, things just fall on our laps when we least expect them. You'll soon discover, this was one of those times.

^{One of Those Days}

@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself here again

^{with a story for you.}

Today was interesting, to say the least.

I've been looking for a job lately.  Something easy.  A time filler to keep me busy during the winter months, once they get here.  Nothing too serious and hopefully stress free, if there is such a thing.

I'm actually seasonally employed.  With winter means lazy days, aside from a few light duties.

I'm always wise enough to save a bit of money for winter.  I've been sure to put a few extra hours in throughout the season when I can as well.  I work outside so if it's a nice day I'd sooner stay there, keep busy, get paid.

I don't really need a job for winter, but sitting around doing nothing gets old really fast.  I'm sure some of you can relate to that.

So Anyway, There I Was

^{Just minding my own business, enjoying a drink at the bar.}

I don't like to be drunk, but I will enjoy an adult beverage from time to time.

I went alone.  It's easier to stay out of trouble that way.

I probably sat there for three hours, listening to the drunk people, who of course most likely thought I was drunk, because most of them arrived after me.

I've had a long standing agreement with an employee there.  I'll buy one beer in a dark glass bottle.  She'll keep filling that bottle with water or pop, sometimes juice; free of charge.  This way I can sit there, not turn into a drunk ass, save all kinds of money, and still enjoy the atmosphere.

The big boss man there hates it when people come just to watch his expensive televisions and take up valuable seats.  It's great though.  He'll walk past, see me drinking from the bottle, tap me on the shoulder, and nearly every time say, "Another long day, eh?"
Oblivious.

I'll admit,

^{I'm a people watcher.}

I like being out, but to observe.  I'll join in on the conversations from time to time, I'll make friends, but for the most part, I just get a kick out of people and their predictable behavioral patterns.

There's one man who frequents the place.  He's there almost every time I go.  He talks to everyone, very friendly.  I can tell he can't go a day without a drink, I can tell he's broke because he acts rich, I can tell he's lying about all the work stories because he has a new occupation every time he's at the bar.  You'd think a "painter" who "just finished the entire top floor" would at least have paint somewhere on his clothes or skin.  He didn't shower after "work", because he wears the same clothes every time and has a distinct odor.

I leave him be though.  I guess I have my secrets, too.

It's Nearly Time to Leave

^{So I was getting my stuff together; ready to step out.}

A woman who I haven't seen before comes between my stool and the vacant one next to me; orders a drink.

I'm already looking at her, most people don't notice that but she suddenly looks at me and says hello.  Not only that but offers to buy me a drink and parks her ass right beside me.  I could tell she was already buzzing.  I could also tell that she was watching me, saw me getting ready to leave, and pounced.  That's my guess anyway.  Another people watcher.

I didn't like her perfume.  I suppose it would have been okay if she didn't bathe herself in it.  She was dressed nice and the hair was well taken care of.  She was already holding my drink to my face, so whatever, we started talking.

Her conversation skills were impressive.  Speech was slurred but I did not require a translator.  Loud lady bar laugh, which is fine, sometimes.  I tried not to say too many funny things.

We started talking about work.  It's very common for a woman to ask a man what he does for a living, especially at bars.  I saw this coming, so I had the truth ready.

Writer, Artist, Entertainer

^{Her eyes lit up when I told her I do a bit of farming on the side.}

I explained my unemployed situation as well, which didn't seem to bother her one bit.

I'll admit, I was starting to enjoy her company so I asked what she does for a living.  She starts with, "I bring joy to peoples lives."

Apparently, she travels around and takes care of all those helium party style balloons you'll see in retail stores near the card section.  She played it down a bit.  I guess all that means is she opens a box, blows the balloons up with helium, then does the merchandising.  She told me she takes care of majority of this city as well as the surrounding area.  She mentioned living in hotels which is something I could relate to.  I had a job on the road a few years back.  I know this life well.  That led to even more conversation and I'd think it's fair to say we hit it off.

I was itching to get out of there though, I think another hour went by, maybe a little more.  I told her it's probably best I get going.  She offers me a job, out of nowhere.  I thought about it for a second or two.  I wasn't really interested though, that's not my kind of work.  I can't stand retail either, so I told her no thanks.  She seemed really let down but I assume it was the alcohol emotions.  She probably slammed at least four double rye and Cokes the entire time we spoke.  We parted ways.

I Arrived at Home

^{Still thinking about the job offer.}

It probably would have been something I'm looking for.  Stress free, easy, and I assume part time hours.  Of course, typical me, I didn't even get her number.  I'm smart though and got to thinking.  If there's an opening with this company, it's probably listed online somewhere.  She didn't tell me the company name but I do remember the job title.

I checked Google, that gave me strange results and nothing local of course.  I tried Indeed, which led me nowhere, as you can see below:

I then tried Job.com

Still Nothing

^{I've spent the past few hours looking.}

Tried everything I can think of and usually I'm good at this kind of stuff.

I'm all out of ideas now.  I think it's safe to say, I won't be getting that blow job this winter.  That's too bad as well, I think I would have enjoyed it.  Balloons are cool.

Anyway, thanks for spending this time with me today and don't worry, I'll keep looking.

Have a nice day.

Credits: _{All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "This story was originally published on 11/26/2016. Some improvements to formatting and wording were made. The cover art is something new, finished today. I've gained about 3500 followers since this was first published and I present this here today as a treat for those who were not around back then. Have a nice day!"}

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