Now for the first time in three years I am an unemployed woman. It makes me wish I'd at least done my duty as a departing employee and taken at least a box of pens or a print cartridge or, hell something other than back issues of struggling Canadian magazines. Not that I don't consider that a booty of sorts.

There are between six and eight job opps on the horizon. And on Tuesday an interview for the job I just left. This makes no fucking sense to me.

Bearing in mind that the internet is a place where absolutely nothing happens, I'm going to stop feeling guilty that my posts are becoming less and less interesting. So help me god, as soon as I post a photo of my cat doing something cute or inform all/both of my Stumblers what I had for breakfast, I'm shutting this place down.