Dave’s wife has hula practice every day this week, in preparation for the big show on Saturday night. It’s crunch time, and they are working very hard. She doesn’t get home until after midnight.

Well, Dave gets off work around 4pm. He’s got nothing to do, and doesn’t want to sit at home by himself, so he asked me if I wanted to go play golf.

At around 6:30pm we’re finishing up our round when his wife calls. I can hear bits and pieces of their conversation, but not the whole thing. When Dave hangs up the phone he’s got a pained look upon his face.

He explains what happened. Their conversation sorta went like this:

Dave’s wife: What time will you be home?

Dave: About 9pm.

Dave’s wife: Why so late?

Dave: Well, what’s the hurry? I mean, you’re not going to be home until after midnight….

Dave’s wife: I’m going to call you at home at 8:30pm, you better be there. It doesn’t take you 2 and half hours to get home. Don’t go to the bar when you finish golf, don’t drink a beer, go straight home.

What’s going on here? I don’t get it. Why can’t Dave hang out with me? I mean, it would be different if she was at home waiting for him. But she’s not, she’s at practice, and she won’t be home until after midnight. What, she wants Dave to sit at home by himself? And why can’t he have a beer?

That’s fucking bullshit. That crap would NEVER fly with me. I don’t care who you are, NOBODY tells me what to do.

Dave and I spent a few minutes trying to figure out what her reasoning behind the whole thing was. I can’t figure it out. Why did she order Dave to go home and wait 3 hours for her to come home?

“Marriage is a prison.” – Dave Finn, et al

Well I’ve been back in Hayward for two weeks now. It’s been nice, I must say.

I’ve been playing golf with my dad and helping out around the house. We’ve been staining the new front deck with some kind of water repellent/sealant/preservative. We don’t say much, as my father is a man of few words, and yet it’s nice to to just be around him.

My mom is still the greatest mom. She’s a great cook and a good friend. We stay up late and watch Stargate SG-1 and drink decaf coffee and talk about everything.

Dave and I have been playing a lot of golf lately. We’re playing again today, which will make our 2nd time this week together, and my 4th time. My game is improving a bit, slowly but surely. It’s nice to be home.

So I’m home, the weather is outstanding (goodbye Chico, can’t say I miss your 100 degree days all summer long). Hayward is typically in the low 80s this time of year. It’s very cool in the morning and evening and warm in the afternoons. I must say, yet again, that the best thing about the Bay Area is the weather.

So then. Family good. Friends good. Weather good. I’m happy, I’m comfortable, I’m good.

Job, not so good.

Still unemployed, with no call backs or interviews. I’ve been looking for computer jobs, specifically, without luck. Most places want certifications, like CCNA and MCSE, and I have neither. It’s also been a good 4 years since I worked in the tech sector, I’m sure that’s hurting my chances too.

So I’m starting to look for different types of jobs. I applied for a state job as an assistant archaeologist for El Dorado county. I applied to numerous golf courses. I applied to a few hotel/resorts in San Diego. At this point I’m getting desperate.

And now I’m to the point where I’m ready to start looking out of state. I don’t really want to leave California, but if I have to, I will.