Sometimes you get them.

This morning, in Starbucks, some man told me to, "have a nice day, dear." Not an employee, either. Just some random guy sitting around the shop.

Then I had a serial murderer sitting next to me at a red light. (You can just tell, can't you? Television has taught us that. Stringy, dishwater hair, a cratered face, a battered old truck, and a weird, fixated look in his eyes. That's the profile of a psychopath.)

We'll see what else the day has to bring.

But first, a confession.

Maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm scared, or maybe I'm just lazy, but Bernie and I had an hour and a half long meeting Monday afternoon and I committed to stay until January.

By then, either some of these new clients who swear they want to do business with us will have come through with signed contracts or...not. But that gets the company through all of the signed contracts they have at the moment, saves me from job hunting during the holiday season, or even during the next couple of months, and generally gets me off the hook on having to find an Interview Ensemble for a while.

Yes, folks, it's all about the shopping I want (or don't want) to do. That's what rules my life.

Also? I'm just sick of job-hunting. I was unemployed for six months before Alvin hired me, he passed me to Buehler when I was on the verge of unemployment again, then I was unemployed for five months before Bernie hired me. It wears on you after a while.

Granted, with that one five-month break, I've been here since July 02, so at least I can fudge my resume to make it look as though I've been here for four years, but still. What with Bernie threatening to close the company every 90 days since he hired me (I spoke to him about that yesterday), it's starting to feel as though "unemployed" is something that's been hanging over my head at regular intervals for years.

I've had to promise the R.C. I'll shut up about Bernie already. Since I chose to stay, I've forfeited my right to come home and bitch about what a loonie he is. I'll be taking it out on you guys, instead.