Monday, December 18, 2006
I should have a better idea of what's going on with my two prospects by this time tomorrow. The ads are starting to upswing and will probably reach pre-Thanksgiving levels in two weeks. This is the worst time of year to job search, for sure. In spite of that, I feel hope. The weather is warm, in a sickly sort of way. The little lawns are damp. I've lost some weight. We're going to see my parents on Saturday, and I have two four-day weekends coming up. I'm putting the little, plastic red flag up on the curbside mailbox. I've worked enough for the day. It's the Official Woundup Paid Babysitting Service till 10:30.