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Today I lined up another job interview. The interview isn’t until next week, but its at a good place, and could be a very fun job. I’ve got all the skills necessary, and I think that I’ve got a very good chance at the position, now that my foot is in the door. The pay isn’t much to look at, and its only part time, but the position has the potential to be very rewarding and fun, and thats what really counts in a job. Now I just have to wait till my interview next week.

In the meantime, its Tax-Time! Yay! Taxes are coming along nicely, and it looks like I’ll be getting a modest refund, which is always nice. Well, its not nice really, because all it means is that I either overpaid in the first place, or that critical programs are being cut just so I can get a few extra bucks to spend on liqour and potato chips at the local Try ‘n’ Save to bolster the economy or something. However, with a solid dose of delusion, I can easily convince myself that the money is some sort of Christmas present from Jolly ‘ole Saint Dubya, bless his little soul. Those school children and impoverished people don’t need the money anyway. Maybe I’ll use some of the refund to renew some of my languishing civil rights group memberships, and my Zoo Parent membership (I’m the proud adoptive parent of a “Golden Headed Lion Tamarin(The cutest little monkey in the world)”:http://www.primate.wisc.edu/pin/factsheets/leontopithecus_chrysomelas.html).