Sometimes (apparently) to move forward you have to take a gigantic leap backwards. Paula Abdul and a dancing alley-cat spring to mind. Out of context though. Sleeping on the floor just isn't as glamourous or adventurous as you'd imagine it to be. I keep wringing my hands muttering little positive mantras to myself so I can carry on. Even though it's tantrum time approximately 44 times a day.
I had what I thought was a very positive job interview that has led nowhere and other than the charity that I have received from the Canadian version of Starbucks, I am yet to be fabulously employed. By fabulously employed I obviously mean "be earning enough money to not feel guilty about spending money on food when I need to be buying a bus ticket tomorrow".
I'm trying my darnedest to convince someone to employ me in their marketing department. Namely any of the 50 videogame companies in Vancouver. All fingers and toes are crossed as this desperate lifestyle sure doesn't agree with this little black duck.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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