Then I came home, and was vacuuming, and I don't know if I bought the wrong bag, or installed it wrong, or what, but the bag exploded in the middle of my living room -- not because it was full. Of course, I didn't have another bag, but I did have duct tape, so I taped the bag shut again and re-vacuumed. Good times.
Remember like last night or two nights ago where everything was going right for you? See? You need to avoid that night.
I'm half-drunk.
Which half?
Unfortunately, it's not the watching-Last-Comic-Standing-for-the-first-time half.
It's the posting half.
I'm feeling that I'll never get a job. The recruiter was pretty down about my chances of getting a SQL job because the market is pretty saturated with people with much more current experience than I have. And it may be a while before I can find a Notes job. SIGH.
Have people heard of Pipl? Supposedly it's the best people search engine - it amalgamates results from many sources.
I'm almost ungoogleable, but it found some matches for me.
Theo, that suck. I woulda' thought SQL knowledge would be a ticket to job goodness. Guess I'm outa' the loop on that one. Maybe continued fallout from the dotcom crash?
Theo, may you have the weirdass freaky bolt from the blue luck I had the past three weeks.
My tutee and I exchanged dental numbness stories. Poor girl had her two-behind-the-canines yanked in prep for braces today. But she's really getting leaps and bounds better at reading comprehension. I don't think I can take credit for that.
You will too get a job, Theo.
Remember like last night or two nights ago where everything was going right for you? See? You need to avoid that night.
Crap! It totally is payback.
That search engine freaked me out. I have no idea when I became that accessible. Public records have outed me.
I even tried two of my hard to find friends, and it got pretty close (wanted money for more).
Theo, this shit is random, is all I know.
Theo, you will get a job, and it will be a good one.
I'm home, and I drove safely, and now I can take the good drugs. YAY.