Come on in, take off your skin, rattle around in your bones.

Much as that sounds like a terrifying experience, having a corpse jiggling its creaking joints while you catch up over tea, I like the sentiment. This was a John Daly Sr saying I'm sure, and has been passed down to my dad. Little did they know I would be selfishly celebrating my brilliant use of it here.

In any case, come as you are. I will never turn away a skinless individual. Birthday suits also welcome. If I weren't sending this from the free wi-fi at my local pub as a result of not paying my cable and internet bill, I would be less than dressed too. (Sorry Rogers, I know you so desperately need my money, but I thought eating dinner might be in my best interest today. We'll talk tomorrow)

So in the spirit of today's first quest, that being the job search, I have tacked a few shots up of my adventures through the Craigslist and Kijiji jungles. Now that my brother from another mother is back from saving rainforests, maybe she can lend a hand in sorting out the densely packed nutjobs and fake ads, and help me with the ultimate conundrum: dealing with the spelling and grammar errors in job postings.

For an admitted grammer Nazi, I find it reprehensible for employers to make such errors in ad postings. Normally (though I rarely am) I would pass over these as undeserving of my time. Surely a manager who types 'Busy restraint looking for qualified waitredd' is not responsible enough to run a business that I would want to work for. But today I had a thought.

Perhaps she was using her new iPhone 4S and hadn't gotten used to its auto-correct. Perhaps her pricey Loubutons got stuck in the subway grate and her finger slipped as she sipped her latte. Perhaps (with the glee of the Grinch when he wises up to the true meaning of Christmas, I realize), perhaps this manager might just be juggling such a thriving company that she typed this in between sexy hot tub parties and rolling around in piles of those new polymer hundreds! Eureka! I have solved the great mystery of the online job search! Apply for jobs with horrificly unfortunate mistakes, because if you want to be cool without smoking, the new 'in' thing is carelessness in spelling. Any ad willing to toss up whatever swill they've accidentally smashed into the keypad is too caught up licking Swedish Berries off the taught tummies of ripped strangers to care if you want that job. What does this mean? YOU WANT THAT JOB.

Then something came to me, as if in a dream. This was while I napped at 8 in the evening, after waking up for the day just 5 short hours before. Perhaps the Grinch was onto something with his distrust of those careless Whos. They had everything stolen from them, their homes broken into, privacy invaded, children lied to by suedo-santas, and yet their faith remained. This is admirable, I agree. This is heartwarming. Watching this over Christmas with my boyfriend reminded me of optimistic spirit, and its one of the reasons I love him. One of the reasons I began this journey.

And yet, it is also complete bull. The Grinch brought them back their presents, and in doing so restored their trust in him. They never lowered themselves to the illusion that a recluse on a hill practicing animal cruelty would have the ability to steal their thunder come Christmas day.

So I decided also that maybe the balance is the better option. Maybe it was best that the Whos didn't wake up to gifts, but their spirit in spite of such thievery was rewarded in the end. I want to take this lesson in the job hunt. Apparently for me, searching for a high paying job so I can pay my tuition in between going out and living it up downtown, is a situation that requires some serious soul-searching. Or maybe its the residue of the holidays and the enormous New Years pressure.

Whatever it may be, I'm going to resolve nothing, but I do promise myself to see my value, and not be blinded or distracted by the silly carelessness of Kijiji ads. After all, this day began as a job search, and instead reminded me what I'm worth in every sense. I deserve the kinds of success I'm willing to work for, and this is not something enough people in my life believe about themselves.

So I spell-checked this first blog post of mine, just in case any of you decided to miss my point and correct me. And after I (against my will) caught a few clips of the new season of Jersey Shore at the bar, decided to go home, write some tunes, and head back into the job market tomorrow. I may also have put up a few of my own fake ads on Craigslist. Solely with the intention to inspire others to look beyond the online hunt and put stock in their abilities to network or simply walk in someplace and declare that they hire you because you would never spell it 'Bartener.'

I think I'd make a good bartender. I know this because I loved Cocktail.