Egret and I tried to row the double this morning, but there was some wind and the
water was rough enough that we came in after one short lap. Rudder and T2, rowing
singles, didn't even make it that far.
So maybe a case of scullus
interruptus is why I'm feeling so crabby just at this moment, but it's probably
more because I've been thinking about the job thing again. I want a job. I Want a
Job. I WANT A JOB, DAMMIT!!
Hello, world, is anybody listening to me?
Recruiters, companies, anyone? Some hiring would be nice, here.