|The Internet May Be God
||[Jul. 9th, 2007|09:42 am]
...or A God. Or, perhaps, trillions of little gods in the forms of ones and zeroes.|
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.