Sometimes you roll the dice and you win. Been in a few good start-ups, a few good companies.
Sometimes, you crap out. First, Unilectric, a start-up, lost their funding in December 2015 and dumped me unexpectedly on the street. Second, American Innovations hired me to write code, and then stuck me reverse-engineering and documenting 98 THOUSAND lnes of code and I burned out trying to do the impossible.
So now, I'm 57 years old, the only jobs around require a degree I didn't bother with in 1977, and I can't find a part-time job to bring in money while I try to polish off a CS degree.
If I didn't have eye damage and could drive, I'd get a commercial drivers license and drive a truck. If I didn't have the foot amputated I could take a menial job and work someplace where you have to stand for long period of time (like a cashier).
I have NOTHING.
I have "too much experience" for an entry-level tester job (really, I've done test for one bloody year), "too little experience" for an intermediate tester job (ok, where do I get 3 years of test experience), and am "overqualified" for several other positions
(read: we don't hire older folks).
So, it's time to shut things down and Plan B it.
Both my Twitter accounts re shot down. I deleted my Facebook account yesterday, and my poor lonely MySpace as well. Today I will delete my Bandcamp account. The only thing I'm leaving behind is my SoundCloud account, which is free and will eventually be deleted from lack of activity.
I shut down my bank account Monday, because, who spend money on an unused account?
If I can't sell this laptop online then I will take it to a pawn shop and get what I can for it. I have no intention of bothering getting another laptop, why? I can't use it where I'm going (prisons take dim view of bringing electronics in with you).
It's been 57 years of a Hell of a ride, but that's as far as I think I can ride it. There's just nothing happening for me and I'm tired of fighting an endless uphill battle. I'll let Club Fed take cre of me, and when I get out I'll be retirement age and I can just go live in someone's rented room, writing, until I finally die of old age and/or diabetes and/or high blood pressure (or just plain disgust with life itself).
This blog will stay around until Blogger deletes it.