The Internet May Be God
...or A God. Or, perhaps, trillions of little gods in the forms of ones and zeroes.

Anyway.

So, last night I howl my misery into the Silicon Infinite Void.

Today I get a call from a placement service.

At long last, the siege may be lifting. I just might have a job.

I don't know yet, so I'm holding off from counting any poultry. But I got my first call back in months!

So, happy. Also, a little spooked.

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not the most religious person in the world. There's a stubborn core of humanist in me that refuses to let me pray. I have resolutely refused to bend my knee in supplication to an Invisible Figure or Figures.

The day after I break down and sob into the machine, I get a call.

Did I inadvertently pray to the Internet?

And did the Internet respond?

Possibly. Maybe. I DON'T CARE! I may have a job!

So cross your fingers, friends and countrymen.

And, uh...thank you, Internet. I promise I will donate some portion of my first paycheck to whatever cause or charity that Allyson or the Buffistas may be sponsoring at that time.

Just in case.