A week ago I sent in my resume to the company I retired from back in '04, at the height of my insanity. They're looking for residential credit consultants and I figured I could get hired since I've done that job. It's not a fun job. It's not a job that has a lot of good feelings about it. The last time I did it, I quit after five months because it was such a crappy job, but there were "political" reasons, too.

Basically, you call, or receive calls from, customers who haven't paid their phone bills. You do whatever you have to do to either get the money or protect company assets by cutting off their service. With the coming recession, there should be a lot of cutting off. Frankly, I'd rather not do this job, but money is starting to get tight so I need figure out something.

This morning I went to the occupational clinic at the Port of Tacoma and spent $60 for a DOT physical. I wasn't expecting much because of everything I've been reading on the internet about valproic acid being a questionable drug as far as federal regulators are concerned. After a thorough examination, the doctor gave me a letter for my psychiatrist to sign stating I'm okie-dokie to drive. If he signs, I'm calling my first trucking company to see if they're interested in taking me back. Having seen that the grass is not always greener, I look forward to driving cross-country again.

My new story (novel) will be titled "The Artists." While there will be other characters with major parts, the story will primarily focus on one character. That won't be obvious though, which some readers may find difficult. What I'm looking forward to is the story should be rather mild compared to my rather violent stories. I'm not foreseeing any violence at all, but one never knows. Also, there might not be a lot of sex, either. I'm going to try very hard to make this story as fun as possible.