Didn't get the job...

Et non, je ne l'ai pas eu, mais l'autre gars non plus!!! Ils ont decide que personne ne satisfaisait aux exigences du poste.

But look, despite what the picture says, I'm far from desperate! I'm a little disappointed I couldn't show them I can do it. On the other hand, I would have felt a lot of pressure to go back to work early and it would have been difficult to ask for a part-time job while Philippe grows up a little bit.

The interview process was long - 2 one-hour sessions plus one feedback session - but interesting. That certainly was good practice for the next time I'll be looking for a new job, plus, my CV is up to date, which never happens between jobs... I still have a job waiting for me when I'm ready. So I really feel good about the whole thing!

Project Philippe 365

Francois gave me the idea: one photo per day for a year. I'm doing it with Philippe, to see how he changes day after day. I've started about a month ago and missed a couple of days but in general you can see how it is... It's on Flickr again, under the set PP365. Other photos of the family will be posted in other sets.

New baby skill: Philippe started drooling a few days ago. I read it lasts until they learn to swallow their saliva - around the age of 19 months. A long way to go! You're likely to see bibs on the photos from now on.

Job interview

I'm going for a job interview tomorrow. Is that silly or what? I plan to be on leave for at least another 6 months, but of course, opportunities never come when you have nothing to do. Just like the day we bought our loft in Montreal, Marc was also signing his contract to move to Australia to work. Major events in my life seem to always happen simultaneously. Or is it the case for everyone else???

When I filled out the application for this Manager Information Systems position, I was 38 weeks pregnant, sitting on the fit ball, trying to focus on the professional achievements of the last 2 years. I should really update that CV more often! Three days later, my son was born and I forgot all about it... Now it's time to get back into it. I cross my fingers all will go smoothly. I've never been on interviews where I knew everyone on the panel, plus where 2 of the interviewers are actually the referrees on my CV. Should be interesting. Girl's concern: the good thing is I still fit in my best outfit!!!

I'll tell you more when it's over.

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Sorry folks, I've had to turn on the annoying but useful word verification feature in the Comments section due to the arrival of several undesirable spam comments on how to make money fast while selling viagra to Zimbabweans who have $32 million stuck in a South African bank and require a partner to get the money out of the country in exchange for superflight golf balls or breast enlargements and hot stock tips.

I am a shark killer

I haven't posted in a donkey's age and I have so much to tell. Rather than try to catch up all in one shot, I'll spend the next several days going piecemeal through the latest events and happenings of my daily grind. This post is about the shark that I caught with my speargun.

I was out on the lookout for flathead and there was nothing around. The water was cold and I was paddling around looking and about to give up and was thinking of heading home to warm up. Nothing, I must have been on the wrong tide. All of a sudden I see a shadow scoot by so I begin to follow. I'm on the surface at about 2-3 metres depth with my speargun loaded on the first notch only since flatty is soft fleshed and anything more is wasted effort. I see this shape on the bottom and I'm thinking "that has to be the King of the flatheads" so I begin the hot pursuit. From the suface, I aim down to the supposed flathead and pull the trigger with the point of the spear probably about a metre from the fishes head. Instead of going right through and nailing it, the spearhead barely goes in and the "fish" turns on its side to shake out the barb. Wowwww, I think to myself, I'd better head down for a better look. Duck dive, straight down I go and what do I see? Shark gills. I'd actually pegged a Port Jackson shark. In my defence, from a few metres straight up, the outline of a Port Jackson is alot like a the outline of Flathead (other than the obvious difference in size - lets just write that off to suspended matter and distortion due to 3 metres of water). Well, the shark didn't seem too bothered by fact that I'd just sunk a barb about 2 cm into head and it just kept swimming along at the same speed. Well, I surfaced and kept kicking in an attempt to track while attempting to re-arm the speargun, this time at the second notch. Taking no chances and not liking the idea of a wounded beastie going out to die in the open sea with no one to eat it other than the other beasties (cuz I'm not a beastie, I'm a ... human), I drop back below the surface and level the spear head just above the shark's head. I did the whole "stop breathing part way, and gently squeeze the trigger" thing which I was taught back in my army days and released my projectile less than 10 cm from the targets head. Do I sound like some sort of crazed killer here? I hope not, cuz it's really about how I want to provide for my family and not abuse from nature and all that.

Anyways, I took the shark out and it measured just over 1 metre (it looks shorter in the picture because it's all curled up). So what do am I supposed to do with shark? Thanks to the wonderful knowledge imparted by the power of Google, I spend two days soaking the shark flesh which I'd preapared (also thanks to a link provided by Google) in ice water and lemon slices. After the two days, I dipped the flesh in olive oil then powdered it with a fish curry powder which I like then grilled it on the barbie. Does Yummy describe the sensation?