The Senators lost with a goal scored by New Jersey in the final three minutes. The Sens put up a brilliant fight, coming back from a deficit after the second period to make the score 2 all. The Ottawa fans continued to show their love of their team long after the game ended. Good job to the Senators, they deserved to get this far and they put up a long battle to stay in the race. Best of luck to New Jersey, I’d hate to see Anaheim win.

I had an interview today. I was called for it yesterday in the middle of the afternoon. It was for a company I didn’t remember applying to, though it all came clear when I got there today. The company is located out in the east end, across from the Science Centre. I opted to drive because I couldn’t be sure how reliable the transit would be. The drive took less than half an hour, but the confusion over parking took nearly as long and I ended up arriving with less time to spare than I would have liked.

The location for the interview was creepy. Let me translate some notes I made about it while I was waiting in the interview room. Maybe I’ll write more and turn this into an image poem. Anyway:

A suburban expanse; sanitary and lifeless, a lone smoker outside on an empty plateau of pavement. Half deserted office buildings – glass and concrete, asphalt and eerie grey textures. Post modern pink tones fail to warm up the broad expanse of empty space. It is claustrophobic. Like a video game; at any moment some one will step around a corner and shoot me.

I quickly realised, while waiting with several others, this was going to be a group interview. I’ve never experienced one before, but it was as bad as I imagined. Talk about an antiseptic way to handle an interview. Dixon, our ‘interviewer’ was African* and pretty humourous but the only purpose he actually served was to give us a spiel about the company, which doesn’t sound like a bad place to work for, despite appearances. Rather than asking us questions, we filled out pieces of paper that we had to supply with answers to the vague questions listed on a page given to us. We had a chance to ask some questions, briefly, and then it was, “You’ll hear back about a second interview in two business days, Monday excluded as it’s Memorial Day. Good luck.” So, I’ll hear on Wednesday.

Frankly, the company could have saved us and themselves time and effort had they just screened the resumes more carefully and simply invited the chosen few for a normal, one-on-one interview. This cattle call process was degrading.

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*Why is it that all the African men I’ve met have given names like Dixon, Franklin, Lawrence, and Cameron? They -must- change them, right? I just find it kind of strange. Sure, ignorant white folk might have trouble pronouncing names like N’Doch and Mwaka, but African names are so beautiful ! Why would you choose a name like Franklin over Babtunde?

Well, there was much in the way of kitty fisticuffs today. After a certain amount of yelling from one's bed, one has to just give up. I don't know who won or lost, but I was aware of Stinky Bee joining me under the covers some time later. At the time time, I thought it was because she wanted to hide with mummy, which still might be true, but looking at her today, she is walking about the house with some amount of confidence. Cats are so complicated.

Last night, we had much cat silliness, too. Stew and I were watching late-night television and Pork Chop missed the mark on the kitchen windowsill. Almost in slow motion, we watched her tumble and try desperately to hold on with one paw as she plummeted to he floor. We couldn't help it, we laughed very hard and she scurried through the living room to go sulk in Stew's room. Then, some time later, Stinky got in the cleaning bucket and ... peed. At first I thought it was because she's disaffected and upset because Tobe had been especially naughty last night, but when I took Willi to the litter and put her in it to remind her of its existence, I realised that the litter needed cleaning. And BOY did it need cleaning. When I realised just how dirty it was, especially considering that Stew had cleaned it the day before, I think I would have peed in the bucket too. Dear God, it was rank.

Now I'm waiting for a courier to arrive with photographs for me to use for some of the stuff I'm doing for Booboo. I'm also waiting for some stuff from B______. I can see this is going to be an exciting day, full of waiting. Woo ! Anyway, in other news, I have been busily applying for work. I'm a busy little mouse, yes I am. Also, in some time of procrastination over the last couple of days, I did a rather sweet illustration of two kids on a pony that turned out quite nicely. I tried to write a little story about the picture, but got stuck about a hundred words in.

Maybe I'll get out of my pjs and do some room cleaning while I wait for the courier. Or, maybe not. There's something kind of nice of having my shifts canned for the week. Getting dressed, for instance, is optional.

I had meant to enter a couple of posts before now, but for some reason, I just never managed to get around to it. I chalk it up to both business and stress-induced procrastination.

Last night was the final episode of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and I have to say I was somewhat disappointed. I had hoped to be moved to tears, but I really wasn't. It had some excellent moments, including a very funny D&D moment, and some nice Scooby Gang stuff, as well as a good, strong message, but it probably could have benefited from being two hours long and a little more full of classic Buffy goodness. Rumour is, there's a new spin-off in the works, and one has to wonder who will be in it and who won't.





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On the cat front: Yo-yo escapades. That would make a good name for a band, I think. Well, if Pinstripe Truck fails, I'll reform and be Yo-yo Escapades. Or, maybe that will be my first album title. Anyway, I have discovered that one, if not both, cats have been peeing on my suitcase in my closet. Both have been spotted going in and both have been spotted making stinky-smell faces upon leaving. My suitcase is now soaking in the shower in pinesol and water. I will clean the closet floor later. Tobe has been really pushing the limits of what's acceptable, but despite trying to kiss up to me, she's finding more time spent locked in Stew's room. I hope things go alright when I'm in Detroit next week.

I visited with Tracy on Monday, my best friend in the whole wide world, who is currently in TO, rather than Guelph. She's working at the mixed-practice in Stouffville and is doing such cool things as working on animal surgery. Keen. We hung out chez moi for a bit before heading downtown to do some window shopping. We enjoyed Queen St. to its maximum, or at least part of it, and went for dinner at Java House. It's been ages since I was there. I introduced her to bubble tea, which she enjoyed, and I did buy one tiny thing. I bought a fancy cap at a keen, cheap store in Chinatown, called In Shoes, recommended by my old friend, Irene.

Now go see the initiative implemented by the campaign regarding the little girl who was savagely murdered and disposed of in pieces on the island. It's pretty exciting and is quickly spreading beyond the control of those behind it. If you want to sign the petition, be aware that the server is being blasted by the incredible number of hits the site is getting.