Job Hunt 2008: I'm interviewing at 11 am this morning.

The portfolio is assembled.

The interviewers and department are researched.

The clothes are ready.

The thank you note is ready to go.

And I believe that I belong in this job.

Last night, I was asked if I was confident, or nervous about this interview.

I answered: "Both."

This job was made for me. I know it.

My resume is impeccable. My knowledge of the field are second-to-none. I know there will be no other candidates for the job with my level of experience.

*breathe*

Damn it, I'm out of cigarettes again. Probably just as well.

Cracking toast, Gromit! It's Wensleydale!

Wensleydale Cheese

I just went grocery shopping at Haggen's, and was perusing the imported cheese case, when a stack of small, round, red wheels of cheese jumped out at me.

OMG! Wensleydale!

I just HAD to buy it. I've always wondered what it tastes like. It was expensive - $9.99 for a 200g wheel - and an extravagant impulse buy at that, because I had to pay for it with food stamps, and I'm not even employed yet. But, I'm in the mood to celebrate, and... it's WENSLEYDALE!

Guess what I am having for dinner tonight? ;-)

(Sheesh, I'm just as bad as those kids who make their parents buy a box of cereal just because it has their favourite cartoon character on it.)