Tomorrow it is off to a job market congress in Utrecht to find out if there is a way for me to better myself in life. Busy, busy, busy and walk around alot. I have printed out a number of copies of my resume (in color) in order to impress those fine folks who might just be interested in my qualifications (who knows). Shake hands, pat shoulders, brag alot and in the end stand out sufficiently from the rest of the crowd. Be the winner, grab the trophy and get out of there. I am the hunter and those fine professional-looking people on the other side of the counters are my potential prey. I will dress up nicely, but I refuse to zip myself up in professional attire, eg. suit and tie and whatever. Okay nice slacks and shirt and polish my black shiny shoes to reflect the light and glare. Let them know who I really am. There are a number of workshops to offer hints and tips, and I will certainly focus on soaking up words of wisdom from those fine guest speakers who have succeeded so well in life and want to share their secrets with others. In order to better myself, you see. It almost feels like going to a last-minute sale, you know where all those desperate housewives dash into the store and fight each other off to grab the last items on sale before it is too late. Clothes and shoes and bras and pots and pans go flying all over the place. Before that meteorite strikes our planet or that black hole over there gets too close or the tree falls over exactly at the spot you happen to be walking by. Then it will really be the time to shake it off and get a job like any respected individual should.