..."hope" was in Pandora's box along with all the evils of the world?

Hope is an evil. Every stupid thing I have ever done was out of hope. If I could for once be completely hopeless and just let things happen to me without fretting about the effects on some inevitably to be dashed hope it would be easier.

I had a specific reason for wanting to get a job in Vancouver and stay here. Had. Now that I bothered to take up arms against this sea of troubles have, with predictable and deadly accuracy, been shot down by the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

The upside of not having any work right now is that I am starting to get some of those "one of those days when I have time" things done. I'm got my new website going (of which this journal is a part) and now I have finally gotten my web cam running again.

I can't help it. I've got to try and remember what Teresa told me: "Don't try to argue with an idiot - he'll take you down to his level and beat you with experience."

All the same...

So tomorrow morning is my interview with HSBC, so I went out and bought myself a new tie that isn't three years out of style and let out the pants in my "good" suit. Not that I needed to bother. Once I tried things on I decided that a.) my other suit looks better, and b.) I'm not even going to wear a suit. It looks best with one of my black shirts and the Mexx pants I bought with Heidi when I was closing the contract with BHT.

There's more I'd like to say about today but I am sick with a cold and have to get up at an hour I am entirely not used to for the interview.