Hagrid is in the House!

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.

OK Universe, my Pagan friends say this works, so I'm putting my needs out to you. *

I have a lot of talents, a lot of education, and a lot of skills to offer the human race, and right now, I feel like the resources I offer are being totally wasted. It's been a month since I graduated from University. No one is taking advantage of what I have to offer, and my time here is running out.

This is what I need RIGHT NOW: A job, or some other means to pay my rent. Something short-term, just to keep me from being evicted from my apartment (this is a real danger for me right now).

Me being homeless would be a total waste of what I have to offer the world.

Longer term, I need a career, preferably employment in Canada (British Columbia or Yukon), meaningful work where I can make a positive difference in the world, doing satisfying work that I can believe in.

That's really not too much to ask, is it?

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* Yes, teledildonix, I can hear you now: I'm engaging in "Magical Thinking." But think of this as an empirical test. And I've clearly articulated my needs, and a plan, and posted it on the WWW -- all clearly beneficial acts on my part.

And, Stranger things have happened.