August 19, 1999.

I have been extremely dizzy all day. It seems that my cold (yes, I'm sick again) has changed from a simple & carefree runny nose to a terribly disorienting attack on my balance system. This morning I made an appointment with an employment agency, assuming that my wooziness was just a typical early morning low-blood-sugar haze that would clear with caffeine and a toasted cheese sandwich.

Wrong. I almost fell down buttoning my blouse.

It was a bad idea to get behind the wheel in that state, but I guess my paranoia made up for it. In any event, I made it to the agency unscathed.

"Hi, I have a 1:30 appointment with Larraine, but I was wondering if I could reschedule..."
"Here, why don't you fill in the application at least."

Good idea, guys. The application is four pages of tiny boxes; much harder than a word processing program (even though I'm lurching from side to side like a sailor as I write this). I found myself forgetting dates, addresses and phone numbers. There were scary questions like "describe the last five best interviews you've done in the last four months. why were they so good?" Even I wasn't dizzy, I couldn't avoid feeling outclassed by the questionnaire. Exactly what is the caliber of the typical applicant? I wondered sickly.

Eventually I gave up & went home, pledging to call the mysterious Larraine (who never appeared during my entire time there). On my way in, I'd noticed that every other applicant was slackjawed & dressed in jeans. On the way out, they were docilely watching a training video. In the state I was in, it was impossibly surreal.

I've been beavering away at my other web page, which probably won't launch in September. Today was a major breakthrough day: I figured out how to match Adobe title graphics to non-dithered web colours. It made me extremely happy. (Yeah, I'm a huge geek. But a slightly less incompetent one tonight.)

And that's all from Inner Ear Land. Have a pleasant tomorrow.