My fantastic H.R. lady, of whom I believe I have written before, just forwarded me an email from a mailing list she is on. It seems that someone is looking for help catering a 30-person dinner party.
It also seems that I have written this person, offering my services. I made a new email account and everything, and removed references to what I would like to name my company from earlier entries, so that this diary does not come up on casual Google searches, exposing my fragile nerves to all the potentially-hiring-me world.
It also also seems that I am currently checking my new email account approximately 15 times a minute, and drinking a lot of water to counteract my suddenly very dry mouth.