Job Search

I heard from the moderator of the church where I interviewed. They filled the position. Am I hurt? Yes. Am I pissed off? Yes. Do I understand why I didn’t get the job? Uh huh. I was honest and tried to paint the fact that I am outta here in 5 months as best I could; but the reality is that I’m only here for a short while more. They said I was the most qualified one to apply but they kept grilling me on how long I’d be there.

I’m printing and sending 5 more resumés today. Maybe I’ll get an interview granted for one and maybe that’s the job God wants me to have. I am not feeling called at this point to crawl back on my hands and knees to Drug Emporium, nor am I feeling called to apply to Wendy’s for 5 months.

Oh yes… the next person who says “Well… maybe God has something better for you” will be shot. Thank you.

The Food War

I posted a link to someone’s comments on the whole “freedom fries” thing in my Livejournal. It’s a bit too crass to post in this journal but I still think it’s an interesting commentary on the subject.

France has joined in the food war. Go to Bretzel for Bush and donate pretzels (or “bretzels” — the root word of our English word) to send to Bush. It’s liturgically appropriate as they *are* Lenten food.

Canada has just announced that unless we get a U.N. Resolution to turn Baghdad into a glass parking lot, they’re not going to help us. I’m wondering this… are they going to re-name Canadian bacon something else…. like “ham”? They better not recall all their Tim Hortons from here! (We have two in Newark alone.)