You know, I opened this window to write nearly an hour ago.

Then I started looking at job sites.

I know you don't blame me.

I had a nice email when I woke up this morning from the guy from the job fair.  Unfortunately, it didn't say, "Come on in!  We'll take you!" but it was casual and friendly.  I enjoy casual and friendly.

I've been in overdrive since the job fair though; I think all those police and fire recruiting stalls urged me on.  I don't want to end up in a job I won't love.  I'm such a good worker when I'm happy with what I'm doing, or at least happy with the goal of the work.  I don't have to love every function - really, who loves tearing and stuffing name tags? - but when I understand that the name tags will go around the necks of excellent people I get to meet later in the week, well, it makes it a whole lot better.

Plus, if I am tearing and stuffing name tags, I can have a conversation with a co-worker.  When I am stuffing name tags, it usually means there is a conference in about two days, and I haven't said much more than hello to anyone in awhile.  Or, perhaps, "Please do X for me before I die."

Oddly, I would give nearly anything to be in that situation right now.

Wish me luck.