Odd sighting of the day: Durex condoms are available in many shapes and sizes, including this one where each condom is in a gold coin shaped disc container. I don’t think it’s at all odd that I thought they were foil covered chocolate coins, what with them hanging next to the Hallowe’en candy at the local drug store. No, the rest of the condoms were in another aisle. These were special.
Things that made me sad(der): Two of yesterday’s papers, side by side. The Toronto Sun’s cover had a full page deal about how public outcry is “forcing” the CBC to renegotiate a contract with Hockey Night in Canada host Ron McLean. “People Power!” exclaimed the paper, as if it was a shining example of democracy in action or something. The Globe and Mail, right next to it, reported that Canada will be supporting the USA in Iraq. The photo was of our Prime Minister receiving some award from Henry Kissinger. But hey, we get to keep Coach’s Corner, because our voices matter.
What I did not need to see: Keith Richards is on the cover of Rolling Stone. Topless. Yes, that link goes to a picture. No, you don’t really need to click it. It’s exactly as you imagined.
Things I saw that were necessary in the course of my mission: really bad greeting cards. Who the hell buys the crap that represents 95% of the card store? Most likely people who didn’t have time to create honest sentiments because they were busy clipping out that morning’s Family Circus. What kind of man buys an anniversary card with shiny foil script that says “To my beautiful darling” on the cover, and has two pages of rancid prose on the inside, leaving barely enough room for a signature? The kind of man who gets his secretary to forge his name, I’m thinking. Ridiculous crap out there. Of course, I was sinking halfway to their level by even shopping for a card instead of doing something interesting, but my art skills are fading, and I’m dating an actual artist (she’s got a diploma and business cards!), so how can compete?
Yep, I had to buy an anniversary card. 1 year today. It’s good. The year, not the card. I went with a funny one, in case my prose proved as rancid as the crap in the non-on-purpose funny cards. I think it went ok.
I didn’t post anything yesterday because I was too likely to take advantage of the fact that this site doesn’t have an archive and I’d probably say something most uncharitable about my management team. The post could then disappear in 10 days or so, right around the time prospective employers visited. Today went much better, in that I avoided most contact with them. Tomorrow, disguises!
My anger-motivated visits to job posting websites pointed out that while 6 1/2 years of experience puts me in a decent spot, spending those 6 1/2 years developing and maintaining a dozen different and aging applications (at once) leaves my technical skills severely in the dust. Time management, sure, but very few buzzwords. I’m going to avoid the issue by pursuing a career as a naked woman painter. I will apply paint to a naked woman’s body for $7000, and I will use all of my technical resources to do so. At the very least, it will make for an attention grabbing “objective” on the resume: “to apply paint to a naked woman’s body, or failing that, to develop software for your company. Or both.”