Filler 24

The fire alarm keeps going off in my building this afternoon, so loud that you probably heard it yourself. A deafening caterwaul that drives right into your internal organs and makes you feel physically sick. If you ever need to perpetrate gross breaches of the Geneva Convention on prisoners of war, I can highly recommend this alarm; if, on the other hand, you happen to be just sitting around in your own not-on-fire home then it leaves something to be desired.

On Friday afternoon I switched my Jobsite CV from "hidden" (meaning, I had to explicitly send it to people) to "distributed", meaning anyone who wants to look at it can; an act, obviously, of pathetic desperation. I've done this before on other such services to no discernible effect, so I wasn't expecting anything this time either. Either Jobsite is a little more aggressive in distributing these things or people just search it more assiduously.

Anyway, I spent much of the morning talking to recruitment agents. My Jobsite profile prominently states: "Please note: I am not looking for interactive TV work." See if you can guess what most of the calls I got have been about.

Putting that together with the sort of things I've been actually applying for lately, I fear my soul is pretty much sold. All that's left is to hope I get some kind of return on that divestment.

Also, I seem to have lost the ability and/or will to write anything remotely interesting on this blog. Sorry about that. Normal service, whatever that might once have been, may or may not be resumed shortly. In the meantime, here's a nice picture of some flowers:

Posted by matt at June 21, 2004 05:23 PM