There are only two methods that I would consider for heading into the afterlife.

This is the first one.


This is the second.



Either way I'm going with style and lots of exhaust.

A Sign Your Getting Old
When the face you make on the toilet looks a lot like the face you make when having an orgasm.

I'm supposed to hear back today from a job I interviewed for last week. It looked like a good job and a good company, but I'm pretty pessimistic about my chances. While looking for jobs on the internet the other day it looked like the advertisement for the job I interviewed for had been re-posted. This usually means they aren't planning on moving forward with you and are hoping to find a better candidate. Still, I haven't heard from them yet and if I haven't heard anything by this afternoon I'll give them a call. This whole job search thing is a roller coaster ride from high expectations to depression and disappointment. I've been even more disappointed by the poor communication from companies that I've spoken with. At least half of them haven't even had the common courtesy to let me know if they are not interested. Personally, I think that's chicken shit of them. Especially if I've taken time off work to meet with them. Being in a profession where I continuously interview people and have to extend offers and declines, I'm even more offended when I don't see the same professionalism extended to me. Oh well, I still hold out hope.