help wanted

Seen in today's Georgia Straight Classifieds...




Looking for a GOD.
This is a full-time position that may require working some Sundays.
Hopefully it will lead to an on call P/T position.

WHAT YOU HAVE TO OFFER
You are an independent GOD of no particular religion, you have worldly exp. and a sense of humour. You have patience & understanding, you are non-judgemental & full of forgiveness. (No angry or vengeful GODS need apply).

WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER
A challenge. I am lazy, unmotivated (it took me years just to place this ad). I am also high maintenance, insecure, & feel lost. I've also been told I am self-centered. However, I am willing to try & change with your help & guidance. If this sounds of interest to you, please send me your resume & cover letter w/ salary expectations. I would prefer all GODS to use the box # below. If however, you feel the need to use "divine intervention" please make it clear. Box # 613-1755 Robson Street, Van. V6G 3B7

Note: If any person out there has a similar GOD to the one I'm seeking & doesn't mind sharing, please use the box # above as well. Thank you.

introducing...

Here we go...I'm totally turning into one of those people that I've despised with a vehemence. You know, those people that post pictures of their car all over the wwweb and use it as their profile photoon friendster and stuff like that. If it isn't pictures of cars, it's fluffy kittens or pictures of celebrities lifted from the Internet. Gag! And now, I'm embarassed to say that I've joined their ranks. *sigh*

Meanwhile, I interviewed the first candidate of three applying to be my assistant today. It was fun to be on the other side of the table for a change, and I totally milked it for all it was worth. Today's candidate has worked with me before, so he's used to my ribbing. And since I've seen his portfolio already a few times before, I mostly focused on coming up with unique interview questions. I'm so evil.

Later on in the day, I got called up to meet with the national marketing bigwigs. That group is so messed up - way too many chiefs and too few Indians, or so one of my colleagues out east says. At least I was deigned somewhat important enough to do the whole meet-and-greet deal.


So Beautiful :: Dashboard Confessional

mixed bag

This morning, as I was driving back from church, i noticed two ladies in their jogging suits waving placards around as they walked along the sidewalk. As they neared, I made out the words "Abortion Kills" on one, and "Abortion Hurts Women" on the other. I looked around to see if there were any other anti-abortion activists around, but saw nothing. Evidently, they were just making a statement while on their morning stroll.

Alrighty.

Went out for coffee with an friend from university in the afternoon. We caught up on news about mutual friends and former professors, and filled in the blanks about what we've been up to since we last saw each other - which was when I graduated. He's in the middle of taking courses and waiting to hear about a handful of other opportunities. Apparently, he's also come into a bit of an inheritance from his gradfather, so he's living the life of leisure and can take his time deciding what he wants to do with life. I've always wondered what it would be like to be independently wealthy and not have to worry about work or money. Must be nice...but perhaps a little too boring for a Type-A person like me. My wallet would love it though...

In another non-related topic, I realize that I, like, have a new favorite show every week, but this could potentially be my favorite show of all time. I'm so addicted to television, it's not funny.

And now The Object of My Affection is on. The television gods are certainly smiling on me tonight! So much for getting any work done tonight. The clients will have to wait...

Gotta go.

briefly

Took the wheels for a spin today and ended up at the mall. Walked away with an obnoxiously loud shirt which either makes me look like an adopted member of the Partridge Family or a mannish-looking woman stuck in the seventies.


groovy, baby!


Sunglasses at Night :: Corey Hart

one tree

I hate that I'm addicted to this show. What is it about the pained lives of beautiful, angst-ridden highschool kids that appeals to me?

It reminds me of my dorky fascination with Dawson's Creek.

I'm such a loser.