blogito ergo sum

If I don't post for 3 days, does anyone notice? My life seems to be on hold as I wait for the phone to ring. I am to the job world what Breakup Babe is to the dating world. Which I wouldn't mind, if I could get a book deal out of my loser experiences too.

I have even taken to carrying my cell phone into the gym, which I always think is a social sickness when I view it in others (the cell phone having become the ultimate symbol for our obsessive need to feel Not Alone), keeping one eye on it as I power-walk the treadmill. I won't be able to hear it since I'm earphoned into the music box, but it will flash if someone calls. No one does.

Still, Mr. Squarepeg is optimistic that my unemployment is drawing to a close, and there has been harmony on the homefront this weekend. Quite a relief. No frustration, bitterness, harping or recrimination for a full 3 days. (Note to self: call Guinness people.) We even had a date sans-kid on Friday evening, and pigged out on sushi and other yummies at a noisy but friendly place not too far from home.

As arranged, I went to see my Plan B employer today -- English "school" which is really just an English business -- it sends teachers out to the wealthier hi-tech companies the same way a madam sends out call girls. Pretty much consistent with the way I view the working world. Fearing to commit in case I get the job I want, I told them I was starting a part-time job and wasn't sure yet of the hours, but that I'd get back to them within the week.

If I don't hear from those #@!#%$^&*(#*%$ by Wednesday afternoon, I'm going to have to call them myself and see what the story is, cause I need to commit to something that's going to bring in some cash.