Cooking with Fire, and other things

So, the interview went kind of badly, and I kind of spent most of the rest of the evening moping... so I'm trying not to do any more of that right now. I'll just say that the guy interviewing me was a bit awkward, and spent a good part of the interview expressing his disinterest in me. So yeah. Not fun. And I officially hate my job search. I'm probably not the only academic type ever to have trouble adjusting to the working world, nor will I be the last, but eesh. There's got to be a haven of people who haven't been completely corrupted, who'd be willing to take the poor wanderers in.

In other news, tonight I had to finally figure out how to use the gas stove without dying (I've been around electric ones forever, and gas ones scare me on a very basic level because of my fear of leaving it on and blowing up). I got it lit... it went out... I got it lit again... I couldn't turn it down... the knob came off, it went out, I got it lit again... and finally convinced it that it did indeed have something like a low setting. Fun for everyone. But now I have my rice with surprise bits of fish in it and (provided the surprise about the fish isn't that it's undercooked) will be able to survive another day.

I also have a rather formidable pile of books that I brought back from the library. Mark Z. Danielewski's new(ish) book (Only Revolutions), books by David Mitchell (Ghostwritten) and Michael Chabon (Wonder Boys) because I've been meaning to read more by them since last spring quarter, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, because someone recommended it to me a while ago, and a random Battlestar Galactica novel I ran across on the new books shelf just below Only Revolutions... I figured it was fate, and obviously I'm meant to poke my nose back into officially sanctioned spin-off fiction (even if the title is "Sagittarius is Bleeding" and that seems to me like an awful title).