Earlier this week I interviewed for a job, another one that would be with the state, although for a wonder not a GIS job. They promised to make a decision by the end of the day Wednesday. I didn't believe they would be that fast but, you never know, this sometimes happens. They took longer than that, of course. It was Thursday that I got the news that they were hiring someone else.
So, I'm sad. I'm not devastated the way I was after losing that Columbus job I wasn't even sure I wanted. And I do still have another job that I was a final-round interview for that hasn't got back to me. They didn't give any timeline for how long to expect a decision, though.
Still ... you know, it was a year ago today that I drove my poor Scion tC into a flooded road, the event that really started the most enduringly stressful, awful year I've suffered. Reality does not work to the rhythms of narrative, but I was so hoping that the news of a new job --- one that was for a socially constructive purpose yet paying incredibly better than the one taken from me --- would bring an end to that. And instead I'm stuck facing more of the same, only even more skint. I am tired of this and I am tired of the lie that we are in any way in a ``hot'' or ``tight'' job market because, if employers are so desperate for anybody then it is impossible that they all mean ``anybody not you''.
Here's more of Indiana Beach, which was fun and too far away for me to work at the rest of the season.
Den of Lost Thieves here is their shooting dark ride. The cars are just large enough for one adult so ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger and I rode separately and forgot to compare our scores.
Shock, Rattle, and Roll are the band of monsters performing at the one big open-chamber area of Dr Frankenstein's Haunted Castle, an excellent walk-through haunted house so very worth the attraction charge.
A wood carving of I.B.Crow that stands underneath the Cornball Express track. I realized afterward my only photos had him in shade.
So why do they call this the Tig'rr Coaster again?
Oh, that's why they call this the Tig'rr Coaster. (The tiger here looks out over the exit queue, but you get a good view of it walking up to the coaster.)
And here's a nice aerial view of Tig'rr Coaster --- and the Hoosier Hurricane behind it --- from the stairs leading to the Cornball Express. Note the inclined ramps leading up that look just like what you build in Roller Coaster Tycoon when you don't have enough space for your queues.
Trivia: Butcher paper first appeared around Delaware in 1815. Source: Sweet and Low, Rich Cohen.
Currently Reading: King Con: The Bizarre Adventures of the Jazz Age's Greatest Impostor, Paul Willetts. Given the work Edgar Laplante had to put in to making his performances (as Indian chiefs) work it is amazing, Willetts noted, that he could've just gone into straight vaudeville and had a legitimate career. But (and Willetts doesn't note this) he surely got more attention, and probably better bookings, the way he presented himself as an Indian chief gone to great powers to seek justice for ``his'' people and also to snag the donations of people willing to give a notable public figure money.
