|Posted by douggoodman on May 3, 2009 at 12:12 AM||comments (0)|
Very unexpectedly, my daughter's dog, Princess, died a few nights ago. She had bloat, and there's not much that can be done when that happens. But in a weird art-imitating-life scenario, I recently published a story, Haruspex, about a child dealing with the death of his pet. The story is in the latest Murky Depths. Both dogs are retrievers, and both children I imagine to be about the same page. It was an interesting coincidence, which is a word we are dealing with a lot after Princess' death. I think when someone dies, you start to see signs everywhere, even in th little things. I wanted to capture some of that in the story, and hopefully I did. Lord, I just hope my daughter doesn't turn into a haruspex.
There are no jobs at NASA. Even the major companies just aren't hiring right now. I've spent weeks looking for a job and haven't found anything. Fortunately, I have a new position with Jacobs. I am working in shuttle records archival. It is a 5-month position, with a possibility of a longer contract. I just hope that by then, NASA starts moving forward again.
|Posted by douggoodman on April 6, 2009 at 4:26 PM||comments (0)|
I am 35 years old. I am married with two children and a mortgage. In September, a hurricane destroyed roughly one-fifth of my house, and the repairs still have not been made. On Inauguration Day, a reckless teen totalled my beloved SUV. Today, I was notified by my company that they no longer have funding for my position, and are now giving me my 2-weeks notice. WTF?