Debate Lesson: Be Careful How You Refer to Your Opponent

It was inevitable that someone would take this moment in the last night’s Presidential debate, when John McCain sounded like my grandmother used to sound as he berated Barack Obama*:

and do what people often do with an epithet these days, which is to wear it as a badge of honour:

Which led to the inevitable T-Shirt:

Amazing how the Internets let you respond that fast. Kind of changes the rules, doesn’t it?

*She also liked to scold my father and the rest of us by saying: “You monkey!” when we did something she didn’t like, like arriving 15 minutes later than she thought we should from a car trip from Baltimore to Philadelphia.

Fear and Loathing on Main Street

It’s no secret that I’ve been searching for a job (or a contract, I’m not picky at the moment) for a while now. I’ve had lots of first interviews, nearly as many second interviews, and even a few third interviews. Nothing has connected yet. For one reason or another, the opportunity has not borne fruit.  Up until now, I was expecting it to be just a matter of time, patience and perseverance. This morning, I’m not so sure.

Up until now, I thought that the disastrous downward market spiral in the US (and now in Asia and Europe) wouldn’t have a direct impact on us, at least not for a while, and that we would be able to get to safety before the shock wave hit the Canadian economy. However, this morning I got an email from a company I was supposed to be interviewing with this afternoon. They are US-based company, so that should be a clue. They canceled the interview, and the reason is that they are suspending all new contracts until further notice.  So it’s been a rough day, as Pam also got word that she didn’t get a contract that she was bidding on.

While I’m trying not to dwell on doom and gloom scenarios, I have to admit that I’m getting pretty nervous, not wanting to be pounding the pavement for job in a recession with high unemployment after having been out of work for several months already.  As someone who always tries to anticipate the worst (Hey, we left the US partly because I saw a melt-down like this on the horizon), I’m determined to be realistic and always look ahead, but sometimes realism and pessimism look awfully similar.