Friday, 4/26/02

I've been in an absurdly good mood lately. I think I've logged more silly-grin-plastered-to-my-face hours in the last week than I have the rest of the year. "It's all good" has become my internal hackneyed catchphrase. No specific reason, really, except for maybe the possibility of... wait, hold on, here comes an email... Brett: (sic) [...] forwarded your resume to me as I am his staffing manager. We have reviewed it against our current opportunities. At this time, we do not have any appropriate position for you. We will keep your resume in our career database for future requirements. We wish you the best in your continued job search. Hm. I don't feel so good anymore.