I put my back into it, everything I have into it

I found The Universal Review yesterday, and I like it very much indeed. It is just what it sounds like, a site of universal reviews, reviews of products and experiences (And, I suppose, anything that isn't a product or an experience? I might argue with myself that everything is one or the other, or in my case, both) written by two lovelies who may or may not be my neighbors.

Yes. So I read some more today and am just crazy mad for this for many glorious reasons that you will have to read to know yourself. If you know me well, then you know that I was taken in by Jews For Jesus, won over by Catholics, Mary, Evangelicals and Satan and just blown away by the rest. We're speaking contextually, of course, not literally. And by we, I mean I.

Hey, want to hear something awesome? And by awesome, I mean the traditional definition of awesome. Sure you do. OK. That job that made me interview three times and then rejected me in a deftly-penned letter which extolled my virtues but dropped the bomb that they'd be going with the other candidate who was offered and accepted the position -- remember that job? It doesn't exist. Did it ever? Who can say. The position was a new creation, and it was never filled. They didn't offer the job to anyone else, they didn't hire anyone else, and they ostensibly had me come in three times for kicks. Clever kicks, at that. Bastards.