Was it meant to be?

Yesterday.

A gainfully employed ex-con gives a ride to a hapless, not hopeless, dumpster diving bum. (I ate Chick-fil-A fries this AM on my way to an interview.)

Jerry gives said bum a phone number. Not for a job. Some who might have a hook-uo for dumpster diving buns with only one set of clean clothes.

"Can I ask for you personally when I stop by?"

....

As I Mr. Magoo my way through life tending to crawl under hurdles - having not the energy anymore to either jump over them or crawl around them - my oath is set in motion by ....

well, motion

....

When I found out about the oil Boom I'm Odessa/Midland TX I had two thoughts.

Maybe I could get a job on an oil rig.

But also ....

Money is flowing. Easy jobs should be easy to find.

....

I won't say where I'm working.

It's a low paying, low stress job and something I did in a similar fashion 39 years ago.

The lady filled out my application on her computer.

Sent me my onboarding docs which I just finished at McDonald's.

...

Even if I only last two months - while living at the SA, I'll bank some money.

If I last one week, that'll buy me a new Sharpie and some gear for the road.

If it's a good fit. Low stress.

I could care less about the low pay.

Discover/Cap1/Suncoast will care.

Not me.

....

I don't know if this was meant to be

That's just how I think.

The lady I report to, knew before I got there, that I was probably a dumpster diving bum.

The good news is ....

I can be all that and more when the time comes.

Talk about a stress free existence.

I'm loving the vagabond life. Can't say I'm too good at being a Hobo. Hobos can actually get jobs and probably have skills.

My one skill.

I'll ask the question.

"You wouldn't happen to be hiring would you?

....

Well. She was.