Darn it all - another Saturday where I missed the boat... and the freighter?

I had made a mental note to remember that there would be another one of those "career expos" in town - a vast exposition of employers more than willing and all-too happy to sign you up and exploit you to the bone... That sort of thing...
The dream job awaited me - and shall await a while lonnger (if not forever).

For, alas, once again, I jotted down that mental note hastily and snagged it inside one of those memory drawers that are SELDOM USED as it is...

So I missed the boat again there - only remembering that today was "the day" when I got out to run a quick errand and saw the aforementioned expo advertised on a BUS that cut me off (shades of Sex In The City - not. I am not a floozie like Sarah Jessica Parker (among other things that she's been called...!) HECK - I am a MANLY MAN! But I am digressing right now...)

The jobs expo is actually the FREIGHTER that I missed - clearly.
The boat -or bandwagon, to be a trifle more accurate here- that I missed jumping on is really the P.H. tugboat of tweedledee-tweedledumbness...!

No, banish the Preparation H images and/or inane, tasteless jokes that sprung up to your mind the moment you saw the initials "P.H." - capisce?

It's not an ointment we're talking about here; it's a viscous social calamity!

In other words: it's the Paris Hilton show.
And it did come to MY TOWN today - nobody told me in advance though! Or I would have prepared...! You know how: water bombs, water pistols, nerfballs bazookas, expired eggs and rotten tomatoes - the works!
But I was not INFORMED... And now it is too late! :(

Maybe next time, Paris...
Yeah - see you in Paris! ;)