Happiness Update

MR. SANDMAN, BRING ME A DREAM!
Bad things happen when I'm over tired. I can function fine on <8hrs, but more than one or two nights of that and it really starts to show. This was an exceptionally bad week because I've been having trouble putting myself to sleep at night. As an excuse, My Beloved has been burning the midnight oil for over a week now, so I'm missing my cues to indicate the time-of-day. But, also, I've started the panic-in-the-solar-plexus good times that come when I'm still.

PLAYS WITH MATCHES
Tomorrow I am driving into the city for a mock interview with the outplacement team. They refer to this as interview boot camp. We are expected to arrive in the attire we would typically wear, with an actual job description in hand from which to be questioned. It promises to be a stained-armpit affair. I'm planning to prepare my 60-second sell during the 60-minute drive. Normally, I would walk around the neighborhood talking out loud to myself to prepare my behavior-based answers (or PARs) for several days before the interview. This is unusual in that I just found the job description of interest on Monday night and still haven't finished submitting my application. However, I do actually know someone at the company so keep your fingers crossed that this interview will be a true test run!

NOT QUALIFIED
Tonight, the Phillies won the last game that will send them to the World Series. The TV showed footage of revelers climbing the street poles along Broad Street. The broadcaster mentioned that city workers spent the day greasing the trees and posts to prevent such behavior. Please, dear jeebus, let "Pole greaser" be a skill I never need in my next job.