It’s been a long time since I’ve had to put up with this kind of nonsense. I probably got lulled into a sense of compliancy living in Gayberry (AKA Rehoboth Beach area.) Many of the women down here are either gay themselves or know that I am gay. Miss Marple today obviously doesn’t know I’m gay. This reminds me of all the years I commuted on the train back and forth to Philadelphia from Downingtown (eleven years) and would frequently have female passengers sit next to me and attempt to talk to me even as I had my Walkman earphones one. Did any nice looking guys ever sit next to me? Not really. Only when there were no other seats and then they would get up and move as soon as another seat was available. But the women? The train could be almost empty and one would invariable plop herself down next to me and try and start a conversation. I don’t miss those days. Talk about harassment.
Day Two of Census address verification training didn’t go as well today. My HCC (Hand Held Computer) refused to connect to the Internet. Thus, my crew leader had to take me outside the metal church building where we are housed to try and get a signal. We finally got one. However, by the time I returned inside the classroom, I was already behind in the lessons. Attempting to catch up, my HCC froze again. Just like old times here at home with this computer. Good old Mr. Softee (Bill Gates and Windows) came through again. I had to go back to my crew leader and another trip outside. This time she called the Help desk. I could hear the conversation on the speaker cell phone. It wasn’t India. That was a good sign. The problem was solved by resetting (rebooting) the HCC. Back in side to Old Lady On The Make. She decided to leave early. Good, don’t let the door hit your behind on the way out.
This census address canvassing job looks interesting. There is a lot to learn in just a few days then the pressure is on. Our job has to be completed by Memorial Day. I have to juggle my new census job with my regular job at the Inn. Of course as luck would have it I’m scheduled to work at the Inn this Saturday. This morning the regional Census manager came into our training group and announced that he would like all of us to start this Saturday. He would pay us overtime, which is time and a half. Unfortunately I can’t take him up on his offer as generous as it is because I am working Saturday 7 to 3. I’m also working Monday 7 to 3. Nice way to start of my new Census job. I talked to my crew leader and she said I can work around those hours. I have a feeling the next two months are going to be crazy. One good thing, tomorrow is the last day I have to put up with Spider Woman.