keeping the vampires away

For me, there is no better way to make something happen than to declare, and truly believe, that I absolutely in no way want that thing to happen. While toiling, err, internet browsing away at the Big Ad Agency, I decided that my New Year's resolution would be no more temping, no matter what, never ever again. The idea behind this being that in eliminating that safe and easy option I'd force myself to find something to do that might be at least 2% satisfying. Of course, when my temp agent called last week and asked if I'd be available for a three-month position, the answer was "Yes of course! Tracking wholesale handbag distribution! That sounds awesome!" I interviewed for the gig today and was told that nothing will happen until mid-January due to the holidays and "market week," whatever the hell that is. Surprisingly, this development has lit a little fire under my ass and I vow to do anything in my power to avoid having to resort to this job. I just saw a job posting that looks utterly perfect and sent out my application in the same sitting, as opposed to my usual m.o. of emailing myself the job description, fantasizing about the position and its door-opening possibilities, and never actually applying.

A sub-category of my New Year's resolution involved no mouth-to-mouth interaction with a dick-having human until I'm "in a better place." The idea behind this being that in avoiding interpersonal entanglements and focusing on more pressing concerns like becoming employed and whittling away massive debt, I might become happier and thus more open to Positive Dude Experiences. Of course, when I found myself standing next to a keee-yoooot guy at Dark Room at 3 a.m. on Saturday night, it would've been simply wrong to leave to put FAB to bed without a little making out. While we somehow managed to have a conversation and exchange numbers, I can't say I expect a whole lot to come of this. FAB and I had just stopped for pizza and, due to our impaired hand-eye coordination, were a little liberal with the garlic powder. Nevertheless, tall + scruffy + British + black leather jacket + unemployed = Gina Heaven, and enough excitement to tide me over until I head home to the tundra.