Everybody loves a acrimonious pessimist

Today I got a call from that temp agency I'd written off as a wash almost a month ago. Dude wondered where I'd been hiding. Oh-just steeping in my anger and bitterness. You know how time consuming that can be.
Would I be available next week? For at least a two week gig?
Gee, let me check my Blackberry---well, I was going to re-tile the kitchen floor but I guess I can put that off.
SO
The hours are day shift.
The pay is good-ish.
It's in the 'hood.
I'm wearing a HUGE happy hat right now.
No. Really, I'm thrilled. I'm just reserved-as we all KNOW that when I am happy things tend to go horribly, miserably, imcomparably wrong.
So I'll just keep any positive thoughts to a minimum. Wouldn't want to expect anything like a job that would actually drag me up to almost the poverty level.
I swear if I were anymore bitter I'd have Angostura tattooed on my chest.

Not at all annoyed is the small amount of ego stroking I've been getting in the "How did you discover...?" discussion since it somehow managed to devolve into being somewhat about me. And I wasn't trying, even if I only ever talk about myself believe me when I say it's not because I think I'm great it's because I have information about little else, except TV.
That self propping thing happens not just there (tho, of course...) but on the interwebs a lot. I have no problem with ego, it's misplaced and irrational egotism that annoy the hell out of me. An interesting person is interesting without trying. A desperate and needy person plugs his or her glory (a phrase that sounds oddly dirty, doesn't it?) until it becomes unbearable. I could go on-but I won't. Don't feed the wankas. No matter how much fun it looks to be.

Yea! Strangers With Candy in 2 hours! Huzzah!