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August 07, 2003
On My Tits
Yesterday was one of those days. I seemed to be getting a great deal of caca from all directions. The one thing that annoyed me the most, however, was the feedback I'm getting from my potential employer. I had forgotten how much rigamarole people seeking permanent employment must go through. I've already had four interviews and they want one more still. Over the past 7 years most of my engagements were settled by phone in a matter of hour if not days. I've been going through this process for almost 5 weeks now although it seems like longer. Still, things are looking very well. I'm simply impatient to get started.
That's doubly true these days. I've settled into an unhealthy sleep pattern. I've been getting about five hours a night. I'm not tired at all. That's part of the problem. I need some external imperative - something to wear me out so that I can get back into a normal rhythm.
My dad's sister in law died this Monday. She had been suffering from MS for several years but she was only 47. That's got everyone worried, walking slowly and searching their hearts. It brought some extra focus in my work of recovering old pictures for the upcoming family reunion.
Everywhere I go people are grumbling about the gay bishop that foretells brimstone and wormwood. That's particularly annoying, but not as annoying as Arnold for Governor. I won't have to listen to the bashers much longer, but I will have a hard time avoiding the Terminator.
Ick.
Posted by mbowen at August 7, 2003 08:53 AM
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