I had a bit of a crappy day today. I met with a recruiter, and, suffice to say, it didn't really go all that well, in my opinion. Since I've decided to not get too personal here, lest anyone mentioned in my posts be reading this, I'll spare the gory details.
Things then just got maybe not progressive worse, but not better. I went to the gym to do some running, and found that I just couldn't do it because I was angry at myself for the way that things had gone earlier. Then, when I was in the change room putting on one of my few pairs of nice khakis, the button that holds my pants together decided to pop off. Thank God I was wearing a belt, or else I would have been holding the front of my pants together all the way home.
I'm hopeful that things will get better, and that I'll find a job soon. Things are starting to look dicey around these parts, and I've decided that finding a job in Toronto is about as hard as trying to find a girlfriend here. Lots of little nibbles, but no concrete bites.
In an unrelated note, I might be doing a music piece for Popmatters.com about the making of Fleetwood Mac's Tusk, which celebrates its 30th anniversary this year. I have it on vinyl, and it is so opulent that the inner sleeves actually have inner sleeves. I'm sort of looking forward to writing a piece. It'll get to show off my music writing chops, and get positioned in a main section of the Web site. Should be fun.
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