And the word of the day is…

Humility.

I was coming on to post this really snarky rant about people who give well-meaning advice about the job market without taking into account the different experience levels and educational backrounds of the recipients — but then I saw that people have actually posted comments to my blog! They read it! HOLY CRAP, I can’t be a bitch anymore! But, really…. “That’s an ambitious application.” Yeah, well, I’m full of ambition. Sue me.

Such a shame, really. Shoo! Off with you all! Leave me to grumble and mumble and Larry David my way through life without fear of repercussions or recognition amongst any of my aquaintance.

Naturally, this past weekend, I’ve been distracted by Christmas, during which I brought in a haul not unlike that enjoyed by registered brides. Pots! Pans! Glassware! Knives! A toaster….? Mom, you’ve outdone yourself. Sailor Boy got a DVD player. We got each other dog books and CDs. Our presents matched so perfectly that my kid brother won’t stop teasing us about how disgustingly cute it is. (Laugh it up, B; you wish 10 shared some of your taste!)

Had a nice moment last weekend. My First Editor went all retro and edited my “Best of 2004” column. Said “it sang.” Firm suspicion he was full of shit, but it was nice to chat with him again. Also chatted with EIC, who is taking my advice for his Xmas Eve eats.

No more diversions tonight. I’ve miles to go before I sleep…. or at least three chapters.