Remember to stretch.

Of course, there can be such a thing as too many lunges...
My bum muscles hurt.

But you never really know what they'll ask of you in an interview.
It's important to be prepared.

On The Road Again... (for the first time)

I have an apartment in another city. I have two job interviews. I have 3 people offering really fantastic connections for other work opportunities. I am flying out next week to interview. If only I could pack my family and friends and assorted pets into my suitcase and carry-on, I'd be set for my new life. I'm a bit nervous.

"The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

I did it all for the cookie.

I donated blood for the first time today! Did you know....
I got a sticker?
And a pin?
And juice?
And cookies?
Try to curb your jealousy. I did, however make out like a bandit today. And all they received in return was my blood, which I don't really think I was making the best use of anyway. It was probably quite bored, making the same rounds, day in and day out. Now it has a chance to travel. See the world. Live a little. I'm happy for it.

The only part that gave me any pause was when the enormous needle came out. It was quite daunting. The last time I saw a needle that gauge was when I was taking a blood sample from a cow during one of my veterinary classes. Anyway, it was over quite quickly, and as I mentioned, I received a cookie that was quite delicious. I believe I will be a return customer.

My List of Fun Things To Do

1. Bounce on the bed.
2. ....Um...
3. Still bouncing.
4. WHEEEE!!!!!
5. Just..(pant)... taking..(pant)... a breather...
6. Boing-dee boing-dee boing-dee boing-dee!
7. Answer the door.
8. Explain to your downstairs neighbours that your terminally ill friend is trying desperately to recapture some fleeting sense of his childhood innocence before he dies, and how dare they try and interfere with that. Yes, you accept their apology. Yes, cookies might help.
9. Resume bouncing and wait for neighbour cookies.
10. Mmmm. Cookies.
11. Another productive day!

The search proceeds most efficaciously.

"Welcome to the voyage of the Work Trek Erin-prise. My four week mission, to seek out new employment, and new PFO letters. To boldly state, that no one has worked as hard as me before!"

There is a point, in the quest for new employment, at which you start to feel a bit dirty, a bit... insincere. It isn't that I don't genuinely want to work for any of the companies I've applied to. I do. But it becomes a bit grating to churn out cover letter after cover letter which essentially translates to:

"Hello,
Please look at my CV. I am great. Your company is great. I really like your tie, by the way. The colour really brings out your eyes. Also, I am really great. And so is your company. Let's get great and great together, shall we? Together, if you make the great decision to not turn this cover letter and accompanying resume into delightful paper airplanes (excellent job with the creases, by the way... really sharp!), then your great company, with me as one of its many great employees, will embark on the path of ever-increasing greatness together! By the way, have you been working out? You look.... great.
Sincerely,
Me."

I've also started to have moments of random self-destruction, wherein I will re-examine one of the cover letters I have already sent into cyberspace (the unforgiving virtual pneumatic tube), and find some sort of very benign, minor error (i.e. one paragraph is one space further ahead than the next), and berate myself for it until about 2 in the morning.
"How could you have made that error? What are you, some sort of spacebar show-off? Couldn't leave spaces for anybody else, could you? Noooooo... You had to get all fancy with the indents! God, you make me sick!"

Also, I have this epic sinus infection that makes the creature from Alien look incredibly attractive by comparison. Seriously. There is a bard outside my window right now, composing stanzas about my heroic battle with sinusitis.

However, things are looking up as of today, because the doctor gave me these antibiotics that are apparently so effective, they will kill all living organisms within a ten kilometre radius if you even open the pill bottle. Strangely, though, they were very strict about not taking any vitamins whilst taking said "Death Pill (like the Death Star, only easier to swallow)". I guess they don't want to provide any false hope to any lingering surviving cells.
Liver cell: "Cough...wheeze... so... cold... so... Hey, is that Vitamin C?"
Stomach cell: "No! No! It's mine! Mwa ha ha ha!"
Cancer cell: "Hey guys, what's up? I just moved in!"
Liver and stomach cell: "Oh crap."