JOB HUNTING, THANKSGIVING, AND STUFF

The power adaptor on my computer has exploded, I think I may have mentioned. Whatever. It wasn't anything I did, but I think I'll be able to get it covered under warranty. But it's still annoying. Michael is sending me a new one, basically because he is a saint whose shoes I am not worthy to lick.

I'm still looking for a job, and still feeling, quite frankly, that if I view just one more job ad, my brain is going to dribble out of my ear and land on the ground.

You can tell I'm getting frustrated, because the sound of other people's ring tones here in the Internet cafe is starting to drive me even more mad than the smell. (Not the smell of their ring tones, I mean the smell of the cafe in general, but then, you knew that, and are just being pedantic.)

This one guy the other day had it set to "The Long and Winding Road," which I'm pretty sure is illegal. Today there's someone who is obviously a Bizet/Carmen fan, because hers is set to the tune of "L'amour est un l'oiseau rebelle," one or more words of which I am probably misspelling. I think it's rebellious bird. Maybe it is red. I don't know. It's not my bloody bird. (However, if it was, indeed, bloody, then it would certainly be red.)

There are two jobs which I am slated to interview for in the next few weeks here. The first one is for a Senior UI Designer position, (UI = User Interface for those non-geeks in the group) and the guy who is conducting the interviews is actually interviewing for three other positions as well, and wants to wait until the first week of December to conduct the interviews for this one. The other job is a Senior Technical Consultant position, and the guy who is conducting those interviews is--wait for it--in the United States at the moment. The funny thing is that these two jobs, with two very different-sounding names, are doing basically the same thing. And both of them are pretty much the same as the programmer/tech lead stuff I was doing at my last job. I guess I kind of like the sound of Senior UI Designer the best, though.

This is kind of what job hunting is like, though, for tech jobs. You can't just say "I'm looking for a Computer Programmer job" because you might be hired as a Software Engineer, an Applications Developer, or 800 million other things.

In the I Am Not All That Butch category, I finally broke down yesterday and got a haircut, because I couldn't take it any longer, and darn it, I'm a girl. It looks a bit more...British now. In other words, ugly in a mod sort of way.

I've been e-mailing my friend Conan Neutron today, and all I can think about is that I wish I had his name.

And nobody knows it's Thanksgiving tomorrow. I'm going out with Laurence at 2:30-ish, and then I'm not sure what I'll do after that. Family-type holidays have been kind of melancholy for me since my dad died, although I don't think I've ever really told anyone that. It's not a big deal. I might take myself to the opera tomorrow night, though, if I can get a ticket. It's Rossini--Barber of Seville.