I just spent the evening combing the internet for web designer jobs, focusing much of my search on Ireland and the UK. Since Sunday, I've sent out about forty resumes, and have already gotten two messages on my ansaphone (one was from a recruiter in Nashville, but the job was a nine month contract and I'm looking for something more permanent than that). Looking for a job is damn exhausting work.

And my boss decided to have a meeting this morning with everyone in my office except for me. The topic: me. Now, I can understand him wanting to let everyone know what's going on, and how they are going to deal with me being gone for six weeks, but I should have been in the meeting as well. I absolutely hate it when people talk about me behind my back, and consequently I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I walked back to the bathroom at one point to see if they were indeed talking about me going to Clarion as I suspected (I was right), and had to listen to my boss bemoan the fact that I was going to be gone. This is what pissed me off the most: he didn't tell my co-workers what a wonderful opportunity this is and what an acheivement this is and how this is a big boost to my writing career and that I was following my dreams. What he told them was how much extra work they were going to have to do, how much overtime they were going to have to work, how much of an inconvenience I was putting everyone in. Well guess what, I could have kept it all to myself, found a new job, and told him on June 8 that I quit and he would be shit out of luck. I did him a favor by telling him so early, and it irritates me that he doesn't recognize this. So I'm definitely not counting on my job being there when I get back.

Whew. Sorry about that. I've been keeping that inside all day.

I just started Last Call by Tim Powers (one of the Clarion instructors) and am finding it hard to put down. It's really cool.

All right. It's late, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Good night.