Waiting, Worrying

... in more ways than one.

Sitting in the ski resort hotel, waiting for the job fair to start. John has decided he, by God, wants a job. And since the ski resort is about the only place hiring, here we are.

I'm trying to talk him into pulling his hair back a bit, but it's a tough sell.

"Why do I need to have short hair?"

"Because that's what employers look for."

"What does that have to do with who I am, and how hard I work?"

"No one says employers make sense."

Sigh. I hope he gets something. And that I can get him to pull his hair out of his face.

Beautiful day. Leaves are peaking, it's cool -- but not too cool -- outside. I may go for a long-ish run later.