Darth Hideous

Me? Stressed out? No ...

Easy enough to convince others of before the onslaught of the single most hideous cold sore ever witnessed by mankind. I'd post a picture, but there would have to be warnings and waivers; we just don't want to go there.

I finally heard on Friday that the job I interviewed for was offered to someone else. "But wait," they said, "there's more!" 'Turns out they're morphing a position from one that is being vacated and adding in duties to meet needs that currently are hangin' in the wind. It would have no client contact, which is the opposite of where my skills lie (don't get me wrong; I can rock an internal client just as well as an external.) I'm on the distribution list for when they post it internally. I didn't get a real concrete answer on if they're posting it outside of the agency or not. We'll see, I guess.

But that leads to the very real world of "what if that doesn't work out?" I've sent my resume to a headhunter who hasn't responded, an old colleague that's in the HR department of a local university, a "placement" service and applied online for two positions.

The DT's continue. Man, will I be glad when this is over. I'd really like to know if I can live without happy drugs or not. (come on "CAN!") Maybe after BoyRD graduates high school I'll come to my senses and move somewhere with sun more than four months a year.

I'm dreading the fall season of TV coming up. It seems like every year, THAT is the big priority and I hate it. I'm assured this year will be different since we have a DVR.

OK, enough of negative Laura. I'm going to go make dinner/clean the kitchen.

A final note: Since I am currently out of work, anyone who wants to buy me a ticket to come see them is more than welcome to. :-)