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As I was perusing through CVs the other day, a name caught my eye. It was a name I haven't seen or heard since high school. Immediately I thought, "there's plenty of guys with that name." But still, I opened the file.

Small world.

I began reading the résumé of someone I disliked in high school. Which is why, observant reader, I have not published his name here. It seems he's had a good career but has been unable to find work since he got fired from his last job. How do I know he got fired? I don't but I'm pretty damn sure. No one spends years at a global organization and have such a huge gap between their last day and today. Yeah, he got fired.

Now I'm pretty damn sure that there have been other Libermannians who have sent their CVs to our company.

Sorry for being very vague but I wanted to write without giving much detail about the guy. And no, he's not necessarily a guy. Still trying to be vague here.

Smoking is getting to me.

Yesterday and today I had a strongest urge of hurling I have ever had since my schoolboy days. And it's all due to cigarette smoke.

When I was a kid cigarette smoke really got to me. Any kid of strong scent made me want to throw up. Perfume, garbage, smoke... they all made me lose my lunch. Not much into the throwing up thing, I taught myself to control the urge. I can not recall the last time I barfed. Today I almost did and I don't know why. Second-hand smoke never bothered me before, I don't know why it's bothering me now.

One thing is for sure. It makes me want to upchuck and gives me one hell of a headache.

From one of the cards I got today:

"I want your body."

A woman has a close male friend. This means he's probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around her so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, 'You're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way'. This is roughly the equivalent, for the guy, of going to a job interview and the company saying, "You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as a benchmark for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably a womanizing alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the people that we did hire."

Nota Bene: Not my idea. Don't know whose though.

Another eerie horoscope. Of course, this could apply to anyone who works:

The past week has been busy, varied and full of choices. As such, you've been hitting it hard for a while now, doing your job, and someone else's, too -- and that's just in the department of work. Home and family, friendships and money matters have also been quite taxing, if you'll pardon the pun. Believe it or not, though, someone has seen what you've done, and the recognition you deserve -- the recognition you never asked for or though of -- is en route. Kudos!

"Doing your job, and someone else's, too" sounds like an understatement. Try two someone else's. I still love what I do though but I must admit that the low morale is affecting me.

I'm trying to re-focus, as Bill suggests, but when I look around at the faces of most of my coworkers, it's difficult. Being an empath is challenging around negative energy. I've tried to block it out but it ain't working so good. No, suh.

Seems like most everyone is down. Walking down the hall, I passed by Alex and said hello. You don't need to be psychic to know that he's way down. It was plastered across his face. I got my theories on that. His face looked so defeated, it was disheartening. That was yesterday.

*Sigh*

My room is down. I asked Kevin to do something and he brought up a good point: there is a limit to people. To everyone. My kudos to Jeff for trying to help Brad smile. That story about his friend in that room with that girl was just the laugh we all needed. Excellent job. He's pretty sensitive to people around him too. I'm not surprised. We were, afterall, brought up similarly. It's only our dispositions that are different. I feel like I can read his mind.

So morale is down. I'm trying to be more positive but it ain't working. There are ebbs and flows, peaks and valleys. The only thing I can do is listen. And I've been doing a lot of that.

My horoscope for yesterday, which was 8 minutes ago:

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
No other sign enjoys shopping like yours. Ask any astrologer -- or any Taurus. Of course, you've probably been trying to go easy in that department ever since you caught a glimpse of your credit card bills from the holidays, but now, your skills are needed. You've been called upon to teach a shopping-challenged friend how to compare, haggle, and be in the right place at the right time to scoop the absolute best deal. - Horoscopes by Email - Celebrity Compatibility - Dating Do's and Don'ts

Richard asked me to help him source some projectors. Scary, no?

It was bound to happen. A very accurate horoscope.

St. Clair Station newstand lady tried to cheat me out of a loonie. Bitch.

She should get off the fucking phone to serve customers.

Come to think of it, I multi task too... phone, email, calendar, music, answering questions.

Maybe I shouldn't do that too much. My math skills could suffer.

Fine, I'll forgive her this one time. It's the Christian thing to do.

So I was sitting at my desk, twiddling my thumbs when reception calls me. Now, I don't remember if I was supposed to greet that candidate, but that really doesn't matter now. I was eager to help out.

I go to greet her. First words in my mind were, "she's good looking. Not hot, but aiiiiight." We walk out of the reception area, I ask her if she found us okay, blah blah blah. With my best Vanna White move, I show her into the interview room. This whole time I was leading her, now she's infront of me; I am behind her. You can guess the rest from the title.

My brain goes, "Is it me or did she just get hotter?"

Now, you have to understand that I didn't mean to look. It's just that they were so pink. And the zipper was down all the way. Of course, all throughout the greeting & questioning all I could think about was pink.

No worries. We didn't let her leave like that. I did leave it up to T to tell her though.