Eastbound Jonny?

MINE!!!
...quoth I, upon finding the following job advert.

I have just over a week to get my resume in order. Here's hoping (and praying) that something might come of it.



Title:
- Promotions/Events Manager

Employer:
-Cavendish Beach & The Dune Shores Tourism Association

Location:
- Cavendish, Prince Edward Island

Education:
- Completion of college/university

Experience:
- 1 - 2 years

Languages:
- English

Work Setting:
- Tourism services, Not-for-profit organization

Software:
- Windows
- Office
- Email
- Web-site creation and management software

Staff Responsibility:
- 1 - 20

Specific Skills:
- Plan, develop and implement communications strategies
- Establish distribution networks for products and services
- Plan and direct events for fund raising campaigns
- Prepare reports
- Generate ideas for products / services development
- Develop promotional materials
- Deliver presentations on products / services
- Participate in trade shows
- Write Request for Proposals (RFP's)

Additional Skills:
- Plan and control budget and expenditures

Ability to Supervise:
- 1 - 2 people

Other Information:
- At least 1 year experience coordinating special events.

Others

I wonder how my actions will affect those around me. This isn't a Christian idea, this isn't a religious idea, this isn't even an elective-moral idea; This is the basis of civilized society. I've been called out in the past for expecting people to live up to standards that are just not applicable to their lives; This is not one of those things!

Had a discussion with Cyler the other day about drunkenness. He made the valid point that since I've never been drunk, there is no way for me to understand how some people enjoy it. I'm not a teetotalar, I like alcoholic drinks, but I am actually quite afraid of getting drunk. I've seen how it affects those around me; Some people fall asleep, some people gain a remarkable ability to dance, and some turn in to complete and utter jackasses.

I hate the way I behave sometimes. I shudder when I recall the depths to which my mind has slipped on occasion. I am loath to think about the people that I've hurt in the past (accidentally or maliciously). All of this in my most sober moments.

What would I be like if I were drunk? Would I be a fun, carefree guy? Would I fall asleep? Or would I find within me a "Mr. Hyde" of sorts, the man whose very nature I have hated and forcefully suppressed throughout my life?

I won't judge you for drinking. I won't judge you for getting drunk. But I reserve the right to be disappointed should your behaviour (drunk or not) hurt me or those I love.

This was a disappointing Christmas day.