Jobhunting here. The horse industry is in a slump and my attempts to get a home business going is behind schedule. I went to a local company's job fair and arrived 15 minutes early. The interviewer was late 15 minutes. I was first and he started ranting about employees needing to be prompt and did I have any forklift expertise? I leaned over and pointed to the application section that gave my certification # and asked if he was always late. Interview #2 asked if I was bilingual. I said yes. Bilingual in California is an euphemism for Spanish, a language I have some skill in but failed to take in high school and the service language school at Monterey taught me Russian, a bit more usefull in Alaska. #3 was a small business selling posters,candles and these sparkley charm things with a gossamer winged fairy motiff. The pink haired owner was playing a celtic harp during the 'interview' She asked if I knew ANYTHING about the product line. Oh yes, I got to handle the original graduate thesis of C. Evans- Wetz at University. Blank look <img src="/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />, who? C. Evans- Wentz, the first anthropology doctorate from the University of California, awarded for THE FAIRY FAITH IN CELTIC COUNTRIES. The blank look intensified. I have a signed 1st edition if you'd care to read it. she mumbled a thankyou for dropping in as the waves washed over Tir-na-nog in C flat. I got a frantic phone call about a horse a client took to another trainer. It was the big black one in SEABISCUIT and had dumped the trainer and was rearing on everyone. I arrived just in time to watch it drop dead from a massive cerebral hemmorhage. The owner asked me what was wrong with it. I said " nothing now, it's finally safe to ride" and left. I heard this load explode in my trunk and remembered the aluminum cans I arm wrestle street people for in my apt. dumpster. I took the cargo to the recycling station and made $19.97. I found a nickle on the ground and bought lottery tickets for Wednesday, gasoline and a grim looking burrito and coke <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> weatherman just announced 4 days of more rain coming in. I checked the wipers on my 15 y/o Mazda ( at least it doesn't need ductape like the old Volvo) and I need new blades <img src="/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> I came home and couldn't find my cat. Then I saw my Gill net eviscerated from my rucksack. When I picked it up something pulled back on it <img src="/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> My cat had dragged everything out ,hid it under my bed and crawled inside. At least he knows a safe place in the universe <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />