Random nonsense

Funniest names?

In baseball - Albert Pujoles (pronounced Poo-holes)
In World Leadership - Vladimir Putin (pronounced, according to George Dubya, Poo-tin)
In Football - Danny Shittu. Yes. I am a child. (Stephan Kuntz was a close second)

I now understand how I deal with stress. Not well. No sleep, self hatred and actual nosebleeds are not great. In very recent days I have ridiculously put myself through the process of applying for a new job. The way it happened before is still very raw. It is a situation that I wish I could sweep under the carpet.

However. I stepped up again. Another role came up and I thought I was okay for it. I reviewed my previous posts and would like to think that I had learnded something. The process is largely irrelevant. You go in, do your stuff, go out. Accurate summation of my sex life. I gave some good answers, some bad, and, once again, an absolutely shocking presentation. It doesn't matter.

For the next 36 hours I felt as I felt after the last interview. A feeling of limbo mixed with personal loathing. It can be a potent mix. I was left hanging until the last minute on Friday before I was given closure. Whether intentionally or not, people can be sadistic arseholes (technically my first swear in this blog. Appropriate and necessary). I don't know why I put myself through it again. I thought I needed therapy after the last ordeal.

Anyhoo, I got it. I am now officially a Specialist. I am awesome.

Will someone please tell my bowels that the stress is over?

In unrelated news, stress incontinence is a fantastic weight loss method. Not recommended.