Why are the holidays so wrought with anxiety when we’re suppose to be relaxing and enjoying our lives? I personaly could not care if suddenly Nazis from Dimension X suddenly pop into exsistance from a tear in our reality and jackboot themselves into power and decree that Christmas was banned. I hate Christmas. Do a search on “I hate christmas” and “blog” for me will you? You’ll see how original Im being right now but I just got to get this out right now so we can enjoy our time together. To quote Ron Schrab, “Halloween kicks Christmas’ ASS!” Call me a grinch, a humbug, whatever, I just think we apply too much emotional filters to Xmas. The wrong kind of emotions, like anxieties about money, food, activities, etc.

Three interesting leads yesterday: One was walking into Carbon Computing (on a lark) and asking if they had any seasonal work and talking to the manager. We chatted a bit and he asked if I knew OS X, to which I replied “Jaguar? Sure!”

“Panther,” he said not lifting his eys from my CV.

“Pan…oh yeah, Panther. Right. Cat thing…” I trailed off mumbling.

“Don’t worry. We do the same thing all the time around here,” he said and promised to call me later.

The second thing was I came home to a message for a job interview on Friday for a part time, contract position with someone I dont remember applying to. Ive applied to so many in the last two weeks that I only remember the ones I wildly lied to, to get an interview with. So I have to think fast when I go in. Wish me luck.

The last was the bar. I talked to the GM and we both had the exact same idea for what my role would be for the bar which was cool. Im writing up a proposal as I type this. Yup. I am.