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Life Goes On & On… Part 2, an Update

April 9, 2009

For those that are interested or care, an Update on my Monday Post

I completed my day and a half, 725 mile interview tour to Houston & Austin, and although I won’t know the results until the end of next week, I think that I have a pretty good shot at both opportunities, and probably better with the Austin position. Again, the unfortunate issue is the requirement to move (I’ve always said, I’d rather be beat to death than move, as when you’re done you feel about the same) for either job; the fortunate, if the latter position, then I’ll be living much closer to my father in the Lake Hill Country of Texas. I’m one of those guilty sons that always wanted to spend more time with his father, but because of jobs have never had much opportunity. Now with his advancing age (85) and health issues (treatable– at this point– congestive heart failure) I am well aware that time is running out, so the thought of living within 50 miles (the closest since I was 18) vs. the nearest since, 245 (currently) miles, is a real boon and exciting. I spent Tuesday night with him and my step-mother and they were hopeful that the opportunity will work out.

I will be working the next two days editing the last chapter of my novel (Dragonet: Allah’s Instrument) for submission to my acqauintance for her to pass on her boss for his input next week.

On to Illya, after dropping him off at the vet on Monday morning for the fluid treatment, I went on with a number of errands, but less than 2 hours later they called for me to return and pick him up. They ran his blood tests again and they were much much worse and had decided that the treatment would kill him outright (more or less drown him) and that we could only continue with what meds we were already giving and make him comfortable. That was Monday noon, and he’s still the same, bouncy and alert, but I have noticed he seems to be resting/sleeping more. But, again, when he’s up, there doesn’t seem to be any change. This is slowly killing my wife, she feels that this is happening every couple of months  (it isn’t really that frequent), but then four in less than two years is way too much for a heart such as hers.

Now, as Life DOES go on & on, a friend sends me a reality check on my sadness of the impending loss a beloved pet while she is having to close the “doors” on her 35 year old drug-addicted daughter. They tried an intervention a couple of weeks ago (on her birthday) and this on-going hell for her has come to the tough love (as we called it in the 70s)  requirement. My pain is real, I love this animal, but what is my pain to hers — nothing. I have been fortunate and blessed that of five children (four sons and one step-daughter), they’re all well, healthy and successful. One son was on this same path in high school but God’s providence allowed him to meet a young lady (on the same path as well) and in their meeting and joining they changed their path, part of which was in giving their lives’ to Christ. Now they’ve been married 5 years, have successful careers, are integral to their church’s growth, and have a lovely home and we are hoping they’ll become parents and pass their love on to those children.

But, how do I express my pain for my friend when I haven’t had to make that choice with a child? Our children are our love personified and when they hurt we hurt, but when the seem to want to hurt, how do we take that away? Can we heal them or must we let nature take it’s course? We can only do so much for them and then it’s up to them. My friend has fought this addiction for her child and I’m sure she feels she has failed, but she hasn’t, she’s loved, supported and sacrificed to save her and the child doesn’t want saving. The problem is the child has not fought the addiction — the child has failed, not the mother. So, as I sit here worried for my wife and the pain to come for our loss of a loved furrkid, my pain is nowhere in the same realm that my friend is experiencing at this same moment.

I pray that God will intervene and save this child as he intervened and saved mine, but the child has to allow that option — she has to recognize the rescue when it shows itself–it is solely up to her. My friend should and will, I’m sure, continue to pray, as I will for her strength, and continue the love for her daughter she shows by closing the doors.

UPDATE (138 PM cdt): From my friend:

After a couple nights in her car, [Xxx] managed to get into a rehab. First she has to go to a detox facility, then to the rehab. This will be her third time in rehab. Maybe the third time will be the charm?

It does seem that tough love works, as does God’s will; perhaps He has gotten her attention. kb

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Life goes on and on

April 6, 2009

To those folks that actually come here (the blog) regularly, I apologize for the lack of material the last and this coming week–life requires attention and mine has.

The continuing search for employment has resulted with (very fortunately) two interviews this week; one in Houston tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon and the second in Austin on Wednesday morning, which allows me a few hours tomorrow night to spend with my father north of Austin where I’ll spend the night.  These are the only serious interest that I’ve garnered since I began this recent search in January. The obvious result if either opportunities shake out is we’ll be moving from the DFW area where we’ve lived (for all but 2 years) since the early 80s and where three of four sons (and families)  live, but such is need over want when looking for work.

Another opportunity has graced my time the last week as well, an offer to get my recent fiction (a sample here on my My Novels Page) in front of someone that has ties to publishing. So, I have been working to clean up and edit three representative chapters from the novel to submit for review and input, if nothing else, but hopefully to be passed on to an agent or editor. Of course, y’all know that I’d prefer this avenue to employment–writing for a living–but, I will wait until I hear if my work is worthy, and I receive a big-ass check before I quit looking for substantive employment.

Finally, our beloved 10 year old SamChow (Samoyed Chow mix), Illya, has been diagnosed with complete kidney failure. He isn’t much changed from when he was younger, so no noticeable indications of the illness, we just happened to find out through blood testing only because of my concern for some lost weight and the vet noticing his gums seemed pale–btw, there is no standard for blood testing for dogs or cats unless there are obvious indicators. Needless to say, this is terrible news as we have lost  four furrkids in less than two years. Regardless of that and how dear Illya is to us, facing another passing is just heart-wrenching. We have been running back and forth to the vet for meds and special food, in fact I have to take him in for a 48 hour fluids therapy this morning–drop him off today and pick him up on my return from my interview trip Wednesday afternoon. We hope that all our efforts can give him a comfortable life for a little while longer, again he shows no outward evidenceof his dibilitating disease, but when it comes down to it, we will not let him suffer.

All in all, fortune seems to be smiling on me momentarily and I intend to take advantage as best I can, but life goes on and other less fortunate issues come along to ensure we don’t forget that life is tenuous at best. One must take everything one step and day at a time and weather what storms that come, but enjoy the sunshine that lightens our lives.

With that said, I don’t understand the thought process of these arrogant murders, that we’ve been bombarded with the last few weeks, that walk into a Civic Center, Assisted Living Home, neighbor’s or relatives’ homes, etc. and start blowing away people just because their life sucks at the moment. Nor, of course, do I understand the Islamofascist suicide bomber or terrorist intent on killing and maiming en masspeople just going about their business because their god has promised 72 virgins or a heroic death. To my way of thinking, there is no differnece between the two groups–they have NO regard to the living and only care about how they are treated and thought of afterward–Arrogant Assholes all!

I’m Looking for a Job, Agent or Publisher–Perhaps all Three

March 17, 2009

Okay, folks, it’s my blog and I’m indulging myself.  No surprise to most that visit here, I am unemployed and looking for a job.

I am a resourceful and experienced high-tech electronics sales professional.

That said, how did I become such? Hard hands-on work my entire career, from my Naval service as an Electronics Technician (Forward) on submarines in ESM (Electronics Surveillance Measures) and Radar; through my Field Engineering in Nevada as part of the Electronic Warfare Range project for the Joint Chiefs of Staff where I more or less portrayed a Brigadier General in the Russian Army Missile Corps; to private high voltage power distribution equipment installation, testing and servicing in the Houston area; then into the Semiconductor Manufacturing Industry installing, on-site engineering and working on Ion Implanters and CVD process equipment.

I was fortunate enough to be hired for a multiple discipline joint venture pricinpaled by a major Japanese firm to be the primary American technical interface with the foreign engineers and startup service manager for a variety of manufacturing equipment including, again, an Ion Implanter, as well as other products. This experience was so important in that I worked with different cultures, but also carried both a tool box and briefcase. I sucessfully made the first large capital sale for the company to a major semiconductor manufacturer.

As with all things at that time, there were many difficulties in dealing with Japan monetarily and the venture died a quick death. Once again, fortune smiled and I moved into full time sales with a leading Printed Circuit Board manufacturing equipment company forcasting and selling CNC Drillers, Driller/Routers, CAD systems and Photoplotters; from there I was recruited to another, and instrumental to the manufacturing of PCBs, selling their CAD and Photoplotters. Eventually, as many others before me, I formed my own representation firm, taking on products and capital equipment primarily in both Semiconductor and PCB manufacturing industries, although I called on a number of others.

I the recent past, in order to stay close to home (capital equipment sales are demanding and require considerable travel) and raise my youngest son, I sold residential and light commercial HVAC, as well as engineered system solutions and developed geo-thermal plans.

With my son’s schooling finished, I was able to once more look at the high-tech industry, prepared to travel as required, and took a sales postion with a PCB design and manufacturer where my primary responsiblilty was to grow the market share through prospecting of new customer clients and expansion of existing.

I was successful in bringing in new customers, but timing was against us, so shortly after the progression began, orders dwindled as our military and consumer electronic manufacturing customers’ orders died with the new administration and economic crisis, and I was laid off.

Now, whether the following helps or hurts me in the search for employment, I also write in two genres of fiction, and I am looking for an agent or publisher. It seems that breaking into the published writer industry is near to impossible unless you are published first–seems like the proverbial Catch-22, doesn’t it? I had hopes that starting my blog would help, but I haven’t seen any, probably because of the limited exposure; therein lies this appeal I post today.

Regarding my writing; I started with a fantasy story, more in the Arthurian-esque line than high fantasy, such as Tolkien and others, mine is more based in human interaction with magic as the sub-story. I have completed (written & edited) the first trilogy and have at least eleven more novels in the series to write. I recently wrote my first novel in espionage/mystery/thriller (which is posted in “Pages” on the blog) dealing with a terrorist-sleeper and a submarine (if you can imagine from my background); it is currently being revised and edited, but is finished for all practical purposes.  I foresee the main character having a continuing story with at least four more novels I’m currently working. I guess I could be a prodigious writer if given the chance and from the many reviews from those  that have read my work for the last many years that I’ve shared it.

So, to recap, I am not afraid of work, I started early on pushing a lawnmower and selling GRIT (you’d have to be of an age to know about that newspaper), then making pizzas through high school; I was even a nuclear med tech (portable) before joining the Navy. I learned electronics in the best schools in the world, the US NAVY, at a time when you learned component level engineering and troubleshooting, then fixed systems aboard submarines (wihtout spare parts) and drove them as well. I tell potential employers I can work anywhere and that you can’t make me work or send me to any a worst place than a submarine. Leaving the Navy I became a field engineer and Russian general shooting down American planes (simulated of course), followed by the rest of my resume as you read above.

I am sucessful in all I do, timing of life events has been challenging throughout my life, but as a repsonible husband and father, I made the best choices and moved ahead for the betterment of myself, my family and our livlihood.

I am not scared or too old to learn new things–in fact, I thrive on new challenges and education. If I can drive a submarine, I could learn to drive a CAT; if I can sell furnaces in Texas, I can sell anything. If I can operate and ion implanter to modify the resistance of the molecular make up of a substrate then I can learn to operate just about anything with knobs, button, keys or dials.

I am verbally articulate and would love to say I am an accomplished writer, but with nothing published, except vanity here and my first novel, before I knew any better, I cannot lie and further myself without falsification.

When you meet me, I’m straightforward, no BS, even though I’m from west Texas and can deal with the best of them, I presume and know from experience that will accomplish nothing; too bad politicians haven’t learned that.

You get all my knowledge, it’s extensive across a broad range of industries and expertise in many, when you hire me. You get my undivided attention, but I won’t lie to you and tell you that work comes before my family–it doesn’t–does yours?

I’m a silver-tounged devil, but find that which you will find interesting versus what most want you to hear. I can and have make presentations from the mailroom clerks to the CEOs & Boards. I can kick clods in the field in dress shoes or boots, again, I have done both. I can drive a submarine, truck, car and ride a horse–doubt too many others can say all that. I can dress in a three-piece banker or work shirt and bluejeans to get the job done. And as I said before, you can’t make me work in or go to any worst places than I haven’t already been. BTW, finally, I am willing to relocate just about anywhere.

So, why am I unemployed?

Because I haven’t talked to the right person as yet–is that you?

Contact me by leaving a comment (your email will show to me and your comment won’t show until I approve, etc., which I won’t)or if you’d like to network and a brief desciption of the opportunity or your background and I will reply and attach my resume.

[And, please, I beg you, no BS or GRQ (get rich quick, including Grants) schemes or scams–I will report you as SPAM otherwise.]