Man, were we ever indulged weather-wise last week! It was so cold and dank in my apartment that I've retreated to an awesome dance music blasting coffee shop to pen this entry on my Blackberry. Thanks Java U on Cote des Neiges!
Things are pretty quiet on the job search front. My job posting on Toronto Craiglist has generated nothing but spam offers, which I'll publish in my next post. It's frequently feast or famine in the arts; I should be used to it by now, but I never quite get accustomed to idling on my hot crossed buns in front of my 'puter. I'd rather be driving the awesome garbage sucking mini truck that I posted on my Twitter! /onehundredjobs
My friend Alex from the 1920s Vintage Shopping Job may have a house painting gig lined up for me. I'll let you know when I get a solid confirmation, 'natch!
IN JOBS FROM AROUND THE WEB:
I read a rumor via a tweet from Salon.com that a Survivor Producer's wife was found dead today and that he is the primary suspect. I know that reality show producers have a reputation for being nasty rat bastards ( >:( ), but this news is extremely disturbing. I don't even want to think about the joke headlines that will come out of this tragedy.
I'll be back later tonight after some intense pitching e-mails. When the tough gets going, this gal gets productive,