Got the computer back last night. Turns out it was harboring two viruses. Computer fix-it guy said he didn't check for viruses the first time because what I mentioned didn't sound like virus issues. Thank you so much. I thought a virus check was standard.
Anyway, he didn't charge me any more to resolve the problem so I'll not complain much. Plus, he added some new virus scanning/checking things.
The job fair on Monday was pitiful. A discount grocery store looking for ONE cashier and ONE manager. They did no advertising other than a poster on the front door of the store and, from the piles of applications turned in, I am estimating at least three hundred people applied before I got there.
I can easily say that the big draw was that the cashier job was advertised as full-time and pays ten bucks an hour. That's big money in these parts. I could pay my bills on that.
The attitude of the twenty-something dweeb in a suit pissed me off, however. A company rep not doing the company any favors. I don't think he likes his job.
When I turned in my app (they don't take resumes), he asked me three questions that I'd answered on the app (simple, one page, two sides). One of the questions was "Do you have a GED?" I answered "No. Bachelor of Science." He shot me a sharp look and made a note on a paper he attached to my application. I commented on the huge stack of applications already collected. Without looking at me, he mumbled "yeah, have a nice day." Does that qualify as summarily dismissed?
I'd say Young Dweeb slept through Personality Class 101, had someone take the test for him and skipped 102.
I'd been a bit concerned about dressing appropriately since this was a job fair. From now on, I will not worry. Approximately twenty other applicants in the room, all but two or three as young or younger than Young Dweeb. Most of the females attired in shorts with their butt-cheeks hanging out, tank tops and no bras. (I really am old, aren't I?) I could have spent the rest of the day trying to count the multiple piercings protruding from lips and nostrils. The young males in attendance were decked out in baggy shorts, tattoos and their own supplies of metal balls and rings. Did I mention that no fewer than three of the females were carrying infants with them?
That was my competition.
I am so hopeful that I decided to continue spending one or two dollars a week on lottery tickets. Odds are about the same.