Eww

It's just as well I'm not superstitious. I left work slightly early today, largely because I really couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, and decided to go home, to wait for the call (and to not concentrate on other things instead). Along the way I encountered a flock of geese. An especially mean flock of geese, including one particular goose who decided express it's general dissatisfaction with it's lot by choosing to shower me with poop. Goose poop, I discovered, is not a pleasant substance. It's viscous, brown, and runny, and it's unpleasantness exacerbated by the fact it was delivered in copious quantity. I have to admire this goose's aim. The streak started on my right shoulder, ran over my hair (ick, ick ick), across my left shoulder, before petering out down my left arm.

I got home and showered immediately. On the plus side it took my mind off my interview...