The Mighty Jeep Commando!

Once again back to its mighty, intimidating self, the Commando is prowling the streets of Mid-City San Diego. Young mothers cringe, young children cry and hide.

Ahhh. All is well and right with the world once again.

So what of the tiresome job scene? The jobless recovery is promising to be accurate, but somebody is going to need some help at some point, so I’m still encouraged. I’ve met with a couple people and have spoke on the phone with others about jobs in town that I can do with both lobes tied behind my back. Certainly they wouldn’t want to hear that, and I’m not promising to arrive at their offices with lumpy gray bits lashed to my posterior. I’m just saying that all of the jobs I’ve pursued seem pretty easy once I get over an initial learning curve. Easy enough that I might have time left over to devote more to each position than they had initially proposed.

At this point though, a phone call would be nice. From either of them. I’m ready to get to work.

The other reason I want to get going, besides the whole hilarious money/bills conundrum, is that I’m avoiding house chores like crawling under the house. The crawlspace is much too short for my comfort. It’s strictly an on-your-belly affair down there. The floor joists under the kitchen need bolstering once again (the supports from the last effort have already packed down leaving the floor with a disconcerting spring), so it’s time to bring the floor back up to its proper level.

You may recall that I’ve constructed a robot to inspect the crawlspace out of a radio-controlled car with a flashlight lashed to the front and a wireless X-10 camera. It’s too bad that it can’t pick up the house and install new supports remotely.

That’ll be the next, next, next, next project.

Your best pal,

bob