Give me a job, you bastards!

I am becoming jaded about writing job applications. I must remember I am trying to impress people with my complete and utter suitability for the positions they are offering. I am not trying to be ironic, funny or sarcastic. I am explaining why they will give me the job. Unfortunately nobody has noticed the writing on the wall. So now, after five months, I shall review my approach. I don't know what I'll do yet, probably put a concerted effort into my unsolicited requests for a transfer. That way I don't have to deal with stupid selection criteria like "demonstrated ability to perform all [tasks] in relation to [this job]" or my favourite "Good organisational and communication". Currently I have three unresolved job applications.

I think my previous World Cup Final guess was a bit generous. After seven goals in the last six games (not including the penalty shoot out) I was hoping for five in the final. So I'll revise my estimate to: Brazil 2:1 Germany.

It must be winter because Emily is sleeping on my pillow. She doesn't wait until I'm asleep and settle down across my mouth and nose they way she used to, which is nice. However she is still fond of drawing blood from my thighs with her claws before curling up on my lap until my legs go numb. She has the brain of a cat.

My mum is visiting again. I love my mum.

I would have wished you a Filipino birthday, Dave, but I couldn't update my log. (From the last 105 attempts I have successfully connected to my Bigpond account 42 times however only 21 of those connections have been able to download a web page before the connection timed out. That's one chance in five of getting a useful connection. Isn't modern technology wonderful? I can't wait until they sell the rest of Telstra.)  ¶ 09:27