Grad school looks better everyday.

I was working on a long post about how I think it's absolutely fine if Jodie Foster doesn't want to publicly say she's a lesbian, but then I took a break from it to go call about the two jobs I was waiting to hear from at Northwestern. Aaaand, surprise! I didn't get one of them (the one I actually wanted), and wasn't able to talk to the woman who interviewed me for the other one.

It's September, which means I've been looking for a new job for nine months. (See, employers? I have excellent math skills.)

(Just as an aside, I'd like to state that other than this miserable job search, and the fact that it's still really hot here and I sit in my apartment and sweat a lot, everything in my life is going splendidly. Just to fill you in.)

I have a few immediate options: eating my feelings my pop-tarts, calling my mom, scouring Craigslist for part time retail positions, or listening to The Weakerthans.

It is highly likely that I will drop-kick a DePaul student today.

LOLwork.

Just so alls y'alls know, I've mentally checked out at work at this point. I made it to work this morning, albeit five minutes late, but I had a miserable hangover and have been wanting to die every since I got here. But, as Adam has conveniently pointed out, I haven't worked a full week since April, so I'm trying to actually make it five days in a row. Plus, I should start saving my sick leave for a real illness, like Beach Week.

Also, I'm only going to tuck in my shirt if I happen to have an interview later in the day. That's my new philosophy.

The one good thing I can say about work is that, with all the free time I've given myself, I'm getting really, really good at Sudoku. Morgan suggested that my resume should simply be a completed Sudoku. Level: Hard.

How did this become my life?

My manager walked up to my desk just now and said, "Have you ever seen Ghostbusters? The first one?"

"Yes," I replied, curious about where this was going.

"You know them Gozer dogs at the end of the movie?"

"Um, sure..."

"Did you know there are dogs that look like that in real life?!"

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna have to get him to send me the picture! Baby Daddy was walking around Park Ridge this weekend and there was this woman walking her horse, and then this dude came up with that fuckin' dog and it was as big as the horse! Can you believe that? Those dogs are REAL."