I imagine it's little secret that my job search has been a miserable failure, but let me take the time to be clear about it. I am in desperate straits and face, for example, the routine monthly bills with increasing anxiety.
For all that, and for how this has somehow been the most miserable week after 42 miserable weeks, there was ... an unusual amount of job-like activity going on for me. The big thing is four, count 'em, four interviews, the most I've had in a single week. It might be the most I've had in a single month. One of them --- an agriculture-tech startup --- has already rejected me, and based on the tech demonstration for another ending on the dot rather than running long I expect that's doomed too. Another is a company whose name sounds like a comic-relief character, possibly voiced by Frank Welker, in a beloved yet actually god-awful cartoon from about 1983. But it's a lot of activity at least.
And I got word from recruiters. One that had the job I was most interested in --- this thing for the organization that promulgates building codes --- is hoping to set up a phone interview, although we don't have a time set. This State of Michigan GIS job that I interviewed for and then went on hold has been relisted, a little bit different and paying ten dollars an hour better. Another recruiter signed me up for a flurry of job applications too. And then two other groups reached out to me asking me to apply. One of them seems an incredible long shot --- they're looking for a biophysics editor for a scholarly journal --- and yet when I told the person I'd put in an application they were enthusiastic. Possibly they're that far down the list of viable candidates that I came up.
So that's all flattering, but it still leaves the problem that nobody wants to give me money.
Here's more Michigan's Adventure, as we finally leave the petting zoo, which was the single thing we spent the most time at.
That fluffy chicken finally came out and gave us the chance to get some good looks at them.
The chicken finally slowed down a bit, giving ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger a chance to pet them.
But just for a moment, and bunnyhugger respected the choice. But didn't like it. Look at those legs, though.
Test train going on Mad Mouse! We had hopes the ride might open, and it didn't.
The Corner Store, the main souvenir shop, got a bit of renovation, including a couple feet of expansion and a faux wood frontage. On the one hand, it covers up the brick of the whole midway there. On the other hand, it means the line of shops and midway games has more eccentricities and weirdness, and that's good for a park.
Zach's Zoomer was running just the one train, and one row of seats was unavailable. Probably the restraints wouldn't open.
Trivia: A liquid hydrogen leak which paused the Apollo 11 countdown at 5 am the day of launch was, eventually, tracked down: one bolt, slightly shorter than the 5/16-inch length the specification called for, kept a valve from shuttling completely. Source: A History of the Kennedy Space Center, Kenneth Lipartito, Orville R Butler. (Redundant systems meant the launch could proceed.)
Currently Reading: Water Fun For Everyone, Bernard E Empleton, Prudence Fleming, Fern Yates. The text discusses how more and more swimming pools, public and private, are opening, because it was written at a time before it occurred to city planners that if there were public swimming pools then Black men might get in the water at the same time there's white women in it.
