Monthly Archives: November 2018
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The Offer
Job Offer
I’d interviewed for a job about six weeks ago. It was for being a historian at one of the coastal forts. If you are not familiar with the coastal forts, there were quite a number of them built in the early 1800s, many of them on the gulf coast. I’ve always loved the coastal forts and their various designs, their history, and so many other things. We used to go to Ft. Pickens in Pensacola, Florida, when I was young, and I loved exploring the fort. This job was not at Ft. Pickens because it’s part of a National Park. The one I interviewed with is a state park. While being a historian at one of these forts would be a dream come true, there are too many drawbacks to the job. My vacation time, sick time, and holidays would be significantly diminished. I wouldn’t just be the historian, I’d have other jobs as well, such as working in the gift shop, manning the entrance, reenactments, firing guns from historical periods and other duties I’m not thrilled about and all in the heat of the summer. When I weighed the pros (closer to home and good retirement) against all the aforementioned cons, I ultimately can’t accept. They are supposed to get back to me today with a salary, which will be based on my current salary. I will continue to mull it over, but I think I’ll have to say no.
Something in Red
I’m looking for something in red
Something that’s shocking to turn someone’s head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I’m looking for something in red
Something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers “Please comes back to me”
I’m looking for something in green
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I’m looking for something in white
Something real tiny, the baby’s brand new
He has his father’s nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we’re more like friends
Don’t tell me that’s just what old married folk do
I’m looking for something in blue
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger that I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock a man dead
I’ve gotta have something
I’m looking for something in red