I'm Agnostic, and a Tourist of Religion.

I have a job interview today that's supposed to run from 1-8. I'd better get paid for that, whether or not I get hired. That's a full freaking day!

Also, I have to reapply for my EI. Nice of them not to tell me that on the phone last week. Nice of them not to tell me that at the EI last week when I biked there. They only told me today when I phoned again, and then they said I won't be eligible for last month when I was in NB. I told them I was looking for work, and had picked up a few hours of casual labour, and they hemmed and hawed. So maybe I will get money, after all. I sure as hell need it.

Here are some links.

Billy Ray Cyrus aims to revive the mullet: I hadn't realized the mullet had died. I see them pretty much on a daily basis.

Not Enough Fish in the Sea: Seas are being fished to extinction, yet fish oil is being used as an alternative fuel source? That makes sense (thanks, f00dave).

Shimajiro Toilet Training: Cartoon intended to help with toilet training. The live action bit at the end is the best.

I went to a huge multicultural festival yesterday and saw a kung fu demonstration. It seemed to be more speed over power. Maybe it was wushu? I don't know. I didn't recognize any of the forms, and there was a cheesy board-breaking demonstration.

I also got a free Kundalini yoga meditation session. I sat with my eyes closed and my hands palm up on my lap. I was told I'd probably feel tingling in my hands as my energy channels opened. I did feel tingling in my fingertips, but I also feel tingling in my legs when I sit on the can too long. At least I know what channel has opened in that scenario....

The kundalini folk have free yoga classes at the library on Tuesday nights. Maybe I'll go tomorrow just for the heck of it.

The gnostic group has free lectures on Saturday afternoons. I may as well check those out, too. They have the strangest interpretation of certain New Testament Scriptures that I've ever seen.

That Was Quick!

Just as I was about to leave for my interview, the phone rang. It was the gym I'd applied at some time ago, and they wanted to give me a telephone interview. I begged off, explaining I had an appointment I was leaving for, and could they please call tomorrow?

No problem, they said.

And I left the door going "Fuckfuckfuck!" Because I want the job at the gym. I don't want to work for a promotional company, but I can't afford to lose the possibility of getting hired there, either.

But you know what? That was the quickest 8-hour interview I've ever done.

I got to the promotion company, was assigned someone to shadow, and we started walking toward a bus station so we could do door-to-door sales for a cable company. That's when I discovered the pay was 100% commission, and that's when I told them, "I'm really not interested in a commission sales position, and I don't want to waste your time, so have a nice day!"

Or something to that effect.

On the way back home, I stopped by the gym on the off chance that I could speak with the woman who had called me. Yes, she could, and I did a bitchin' interview. The hours aren't my favourite (5:30 am -12:30 pm), but I can adapt to them pretty easily. Lately, I've been waking up around 5:30, anyhow.

They're supposed to call me by Friday.

The job would be perfect: it's five minutes away on foot, and I'd get a free gym membership, discounts on my fitness certifications, and I'd be in the ideal position to get promoted to personal trainer/fitness leader. With the money I'd save on gym memberships, I'd be able to take kung fu and probably Krav Maga, too. Oh yes, and I'd have weekends off.

Cross your fingers!

Following Your Footsteps, Following Your Heart

I went for a walk tonight, and when I got back, both cats started fighting over who got to snog with my shoes. They've never been interested in shoes before, and frankly, I'm glad they're neutered/spayed because they're practically humping the shoes. I thought that maybe it was something I walked in, but they're not interested in zero_design or snowy_kathryn's shoes, and they walked where I walked. Weird.

Also, I just got a phone call asking me to come in for a job interview at a health food store tomorrow. The woman was very breathy and new agey sounding, asking me if I was following my heart. I told her I would choose to work for an environmentally-friendly small business than for a large soul-sucking corporation, any day. That made her happy. So did all the artistic/creative stuff on my résumé. So I'll be biking off there tomorrow, following my heart and empty pocketbook. Something tells me that for best results, I should dress like a hippy.