Hawks and Hounds

I spent the morning in the wild…sort of.

During my daily walk, I watched a couple of hawks perched upon the overhead wires straddling the Salado Creek Greenway between Lady Bird Johnson and McAllister parks in northeast San Antonio.

They were scoping out the area and probably picking targets for breakfast.  They seemed patient enough.

Hawk San Antonio

Abby and I didn’t make the menu. 

A short while later, I was startled by howls from a pack of coyotes.  They erupted in a harmonious lament  in response to a warning siren being screeched from an emergency vehicle passing along a nearby roadway.  I realize the usefulness of sirens to startle drivers into a sense of alertness, but in urban parklands they also quickly spook away the back country mystique.

However, at the dog park, the more domesticated canines were excitedly attuned to the coyotes’ chorus. Reaching back in a wistful salute to their more primitive roots, the dogs produced a much less concordant echo.

dog howling in the weeds

 

As Abby and I gallivanted along the greenway and beyond, I did give more thought to my job hunt and decided to follow the example of hawks, coyotes and dogs.

I’ll be patient, but occasionally howl.

 

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Jobs. A Foot.

I have a blister on my foot.

I mention that only because I have nothing else to report and I’m hoping to prime the mental pump a bit by simply typing whatever is on my mind.  Right now, that’s the foot blister. Maybe this free-form attempt at writing will trigger a sudden burst of inspiration.

So far it’s not working.

I should probably decide to write stuff before I embark on my daily pilgrimage to job hunting websites looking for opportunities. What, at times, seems like a never-ceasing search can exhaust my day’s supply of optimism.  I’m finding it hard to mentally transition to other topics for writing. The foot blister rambling is the apparent exception…or result.

The blister is due to another daily ritual of mine, walking.   Abby, the faithful hound, and I have been trying to walk 3 to 6 miles a day now that temperatures in San Antonio have fallen below those which could spark complaints in Hell. 

San Antonio Sunrise - Michael Main

San Antonio has some wonderful linear parks which are our usual option for strolling. The greenways are well maintained and in the mornings we normally only have to share the trails with an occasional jogger, bike rider, or deer.

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I find walking to be mentally, physically and spiritually invigorating, although my feet sometimes disagree.

The good thing is this blister will soon turn to callous. I suspect as the job search saga goes on I’ll become a bit more thick-skinned in that area as well.

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Taking a turn in the job search

I’m taking a new turn in the job hunt.  Instead of applying for jobs where I have experience, I’ve decided to start looking for new opportunities, careers, adventures.

Today I applied for a position evaluating potential parents for adoptive children. It would be a state job.  It seems like it could be rewarding.  I suspect at times it might be heartbreaking as well.

We’ll see. You never know what’s around the bend.

Sunrise - Michael Main

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Digital Stoning

Okay, my vow to avoid writing about my job search is falling by the wayside.   Since evading the cat food eating circuit occupies many of my thoughts and much of my time these days, I suppose writing about it is inevitable.  Besides, if I can’t whine to myself (the only one reading this besides spam bots) who can I grouse to?

I’m finding that things have changed since I last actively looked for work, which, I’ll confess, was in another century.  The other day I spent 40 minutes filling out an exhaustive online job application. More time modifying a resume to highlight certain skills, then crafting a required cover letter and a letter of references. After various trips back through the mechanized maze to deal with demands akin to, “You must enter a response to question 72e – ‘Are you now or have you ever been a fry cook in the Turkish army?”‘ I hit send.  Before I could push away from the computer I received an auto response of, “Sorry, you don’t meet our criteria.”

I’m finding that’s one of the joys of job hunting in the digital age.

I try to apply for at least 5 jobs each week (it’s sort of required when you go on the public dole).  Admittedly, I’m aiming high with a few of those applications, but I believe if given the opportunity to actually speak with someone from the companies involved I would be a good candidate.  There’s the rub.  I’ve learned that’s apparently not done anymore, speaking with job applicants that is.   I have yet to receive a phone call – not one.   I have received multiple email rejections, all of them I suspect are form letters.   At least the bulk of them weren’t sent out within seconds of me applying – I’m always looking for a bright side.

However, I must admit I sometimes feel I’m getting remotely judged and bombarded by a ruthless, emotionless microprocessor and I’m fearful of what type of mark that may leave.

Rock throw - Michael Main

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