Thursday, October 29, 2009

CAREER OPENINGS! Degree helpful but not required.


Heads up! The job market is shrinking but I've uncovered a gem of a job that many have the experience and skills to fit right in. Of course a sheep-skin (degree) can propel a person to the top of the list but in this case, I do not believe it's a trump card.


Although I am perfectly content with my present employment, over the last few days I've been kicking myself for being closed minded. When I thought about it, this opportunity was present in my early years.


I remember the first time I ventured into a quest to find my first real job. I was dressed sharp. I had a brief case in my hand with a sheep-skin inside. I knew I was qualified for the job, yet I was met with the usual skepticism Well, I am a black man in America.


This is not a story of woe-is-me. This is a story of finding what I was not looking for.


Job Title: ??????????


Qualifications: We are looking for a person that knows no sorrow. They must be careless, callous, indifferent and never broken up or softened by conviction or sorrow for wrong doing. They must hate knowledge and resist instruction. They must despise wisdom. A closed mind is helpful.

Added plus: Deficient in judgement, sense, or understanding. Easily deceived or duped. Willingly engages in buffoonery and trifling activity.



I believe I've said enough. That job apparently pays well. Even though the title may be vague, people are lining up to fill all the vacant positions. Yet, come to think of it, the title isn't vague. Maybe it depends on what a person is looking for.

What's the title job title? What kind of person are they looking for? He's not an Engineer, he is a.........

Oh, btw, I didn't accept that job. However, at times I have used a few of the aforementioned qualification. I think it's a safe bet that we all have.





Sunday, October 4, 2009

It's Like A Poison Soaked Into The Ground!

So I relapsed - okay. So I am a whore that gets paid with a smile - okay. You do know what they say? Yeah, you know what they say ...."once a junkie, always a junkie". Okay, I raise my hand. I am hooked like a fat catfish at the bottom of the Mississippi River. I am not Blacula, nor am I Pookie, I'm CareyCarey, I am a blogger.

Now, work with me because I am constipated. I mean, I have some stuff in me that has to get out, and it could splatter all over the place. That's nasty ain't it. Well, tough tiddy but somebody gonna suck it.

Did you check out that title? It's from Buck And The Preacher Man. I don't know about you, but for my money, that was a damn good flick. I consider myself an armchair movie critic, I love me some movies. That movie is a classic. Are you kidding me, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte AND Ruby Dee, come on now. I could write a post on that movie - alone! You can have Client Eastwood's Unforgiven. I mean, it was an alright cowboy flick, with Morgan Freeman doing his best Mr. Charlie, but that movie has nothing on ol'buck and the preacherman. I suppose that depends on what a person is looking for??? I'll get back to that.

I have attended the Telluride Film Festival, in Telluride Colorado. Yes sir, I sure have. I sat right next to the "2 Thumbs up man", you know, the movie critic. Did you know he was married to a black woman! Quit it! Yes he is. Well, the last time I talked with him, he had a fat black woman at his side and she WAS his wife, but I digress.

Film festivals are great. All you do is sit around with other movie lovers and watch movies. Yep, a weekend pass can be purchased or a tickets can be purchased at the window, but it's movies nonstop. Some are shown in intimate little ol' school theaters and others are viewed on outdoor screens. Of course, in that mix, there's dinners, Q & A's and socializing .

A little story: One day, my wife and I got up early in the morning to be the first in line to see a movie starring Danny Glover and Angela Bassett. Since it was a USA premiere, the two of them were going to be there. Well, we were not the only ones that thought the early bird catches the worm, and thus, were locked out of the movie. But alas, the race card was drawn. Maybe I shouldn't call it a race card, but check this out. We were standing outside the theater, licking our wounds when Danny and Angela came strolling by. I don't know if you know anything about Telluride Colorado, but there's not a lot of black faces running around - okay. Opray has a home there but let me get back. Angela spoke to my wife and Danny spoke to me. That was after they gave us a look of "what are these two negroes doing standing out here eating fried chicken". You may think that's funny, but I have to tell you ......we were eating fried chicken - okay. That's another story for another time, but while we were talking, a man came out from the theater and yelled something to Mr. Glover. Now, I don't know if this man had been around many blacks but Danny and Angela looked at that man like "motherf**ker, don't you see us talking". The man darted back inside like he'd been caught snapping lewd pictures of little girls. But, you can beat some fool half to death and they'll still be a fool. One minute later, the man came back for another piece of black pie.

Come to find out, it was the producer, and the crowd was waiting for Angela and Danny. He gingerly walked over to our little group and asked Danny if me and my wife were his friends. Angela looked at my wife and said, "they sure are". That made my day. Of course we, my friends and I, Danny, Angela, and my wife, couldn't just run in the joint like we'd just won the lotto, oh no. We told him that we'd be there in a minute. After the director parted our company, we all fell out laughing like we'd just kicked president Bush - square up in his ass. After we were done wiping the slobber from our lips, the producer invited us inside, where we were graciously ushered to our box seats.

But see, I didn't intend to talk about movies. But like I said, am all stopped up. I intended to talk about a few messages I've received over the last few days. Not text messages or e-mails, but knowledge through observation. Let me start by saying I am not a Travis Smiley fan - okay, but I am not a hater either. I say that because the brother does have some nice words of wisdom. However, why does our stories of triumph have to be preceded with stories of doom and gloom. I mean, why did I have to hear that Mr. Smiley once slept in a room with 7 other siblings - huh?

I don't know if there are many football fans out there, but the Miami Hurricanes football team has a new coach, a black man, and they are doing great. Well, why did I have to hear about his sibling that died from crack cocaine. I mean, right in the middle of the game, why did I have to hear that? Then, just yesterday, I was over at RiPPa's spot when someone posted something about the leader of Brazil losing his pinkie finger. Yeah, they went on to qualify his excellence by mentioning that he'd worked on an assembly line. I couldn't understand why that had to be mentioned in the context of Brazil winning the Olympic bid.

I had a little speaking engagement the other night. Before I went on, I wondered who would be listening. It was a diverse crowd and the topic was sort of out of my normal flow. I threw my speech together, and preceded to the stage with the confidence of a lion stalking a wounded prey. The evening was complicated by the fact that I had to work with a sound man that hates my guts. See, I was talking in front of my hometown crowd. That can be a hard sell. Well, I don't know if you've ever left home and came back to those who may believe that you think you are something special. Yep, I had a couple of hecklers, the sound man was one of them. Not only did he jack the audio, he walked behind me (a couple of times) while I was speaking.

If anyone would like to see the video, I'd be more than happy to send you a copy. Really, if you hit my e-mail or this post, I'll send you one. But be forewarned, I give myself a C- for this effort. I lingered too long looking at my notes and I jacked several words. I mean I butchered some words. Also, the audio sucks, it skips a few beats. But hey, it is what it is and it's yours for only the asking - carey.m@mchsi.com. You will get to see the sound man I was talking about. You will not be able to miss his fat funky looking ass.

I am going to stop this post right here because I have a WHOLE lot more to say and I don't want to be a bore. Well, not all in one post. But see, I gotta get back to the "poison that's soaked in the ground". Some of you may know what I am talking about, but we'll see.

Oh yeah, I have some more to say, but I feel better now. I've had my fix but I don't want to overdose. Yet, I gotta get back to Mr. Smiley. It's not bad, it's all good. Well, it depends on what you're looking for. I think I might even tell the rest of the Telluride story.