Dear God. . . .

I have a job interview on Friday at 2:30 MST. You know, not quite 14 hours after I get home from Toronto. (oh yes, I have to go to the Toronto Airport, for a 1 day meeting.)

I'd really like this job. I think I'd be good at it. It's government research, I'll still work for White Guys, with Blue Ties, Inc. I'll actually get paid to listen to Question Period, which, you know, I do for free.

So, if I could do well at the interview, well, that'd be nice God.

Amen and thanks,

Mrs. Spit