Balls! Big, Hairy, Sweaty Balls!

I was this close -> <- to landing a job at Stanford University Press. . . I'd been through three interviews, and though they gave me that depressing story about me being "overqualified," I think I managed to convince them that though I'm super educated and though I can write, that doesn't make me overqualified to publicize books. I was told that I was one of the top candidates and that I'd be getting a call Thursday night with the final answer. It wasn't until late this (Friday) afternoon that I got an email explaining that Stanford has instituted a temporary hiring freeze and the position for which I'd applied is no longer available.

Argh!

All this after I spent the day waiting for the phone to ring and watching Peep Show (which you should check out on youtube, if you feel like it, because it's really excellent!). Anyway, yeah, I spent the day watching this show and waiting for the phone to ring like some kind of desperate middle-aged sad sack, and I didn't go running or write anything, which made me feel even worse about myself, and then I got the news that even Stanford is shutting down, which made me think that I better just take whatever job I can get, because the economy is going down the tubes and we're headed for the next depression?

Maybe if I send out resumes that don't mention my degree, my teaching experience, my work as a professional writer, that bit where I was Assistant Director of a university writing center, or even my previous experience as a publicist, maybe then I'll be offered something.

Oy veh.

I'm trying really hard to remain optimistic, but it isn't easy. I know it's supposed to be "flattering" to be told I'm overqualified, but right now, I just want a job! And it's NOT flattering to be told that I'm too good of a writer, because you know what? Writing is really fun and interesting, but I will never, ever make a living doing it. So there. It's just a neat kind of skill that I've developed over the years. That is ALL.

Anyway, I baked two pies and a cake for happypresidentobamaday (i.e. I can bake stuff),


















and if you're a fan of large calves, then I'm still fairly good-looking, sort of, maybe, somewhat, for an average person.


so I have those two things going for me, I guess. Oh, and finally, I fixed our toilet, so I'm handy, too.

Really, though, is there a bright side? Is there? Is there?!?

Oh, here's this ad I recently posted on Craig's list. Do I sound weird?