I went on my first job interview in four years. Hoo boy. I wore a dress, hose, and dressy shoes. I put on makeup. I even curled my hair with the curling iron. God, it was like being in a sorority again, I swear, minus the addition of a dozen other women trying to use the sink and mirror at the same time. I looked really nice, I must say. I clean up good. Anyway, off I went, on time and ready to smile my little face off. I found the street the agency was on just as thunder suddenly boomed overhead and it began pissing down rain.
Personally, I consider that a sign.
I was greeted at the door by an enormously fat, red-faced, jovial fellow who happened to be the agency owner. Sure enough, he and his considerably younger wife were pure country. I liked them, though. We had a pleasant talk, I filled out an application form (declining a physical or to be drug-tested), and we chatted. They asked what my salary requirements were. Five minutes later, I was out the door. We all smiled and waved. Bubye.
Feeling as though I'd propitiated the employment gods earlier by sending out two resumes in the mail, as well as going on this doomed interview, I decided to treat myself to a trip to The Great Escape. It's the only comics store in this part of town, and it's ultra funky. I don't read comics very much but I was a rabid fan in the 80's. I thought about buying Witchblade, but I just didn't want to see yet another balloon-bosomed heroine fighting bad guys. It's beautifully drawn, if you can overlook the queer proportions of the pretty maiden in distress. I look at Witchblade, and every other comics heroine, and think "curvature of the spine, collapsed or displaced internal organs, tendency to tip over in a strong wind." I did buy a comic: Tomoe, issue 1 of Forgotten Fire. I like this pre-quel to the Shi series a lot so far with its setting in old Hiroshima, lots of fox women and undead villains and the like.
Meanwhile, I've had someone take me up on my offer to do graphics. I'm flabbergasted, actually, because it's from someone who's a very good graphic artist in his own right. He claims to not have time to do the logo for Corflu UK (see my biography for some background on it). I've agreed to help, since I offered and he asked, but the irony of doing the logo for a convention I adamantly opposed going out of the country at all, and specifically to Leeds, is not lost on me. Ha bloody ha.
