Friday, June 27, 2003

I just have to say that any day that starts out with one being able to sing along to ALL of "American Pie" on the way to work has no option but to be a good day.

The fact that I know all the words? Pathetic. But that's another story.

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

OK, yes, I'm officially glad I'm not going to be working at The Business Journal anymore. And this is why: They've just posted a new sign on the front door that says, "The Business Journal bans guns in these premises."

In these premises? IN these premises? It should say "ON these premises."

Jesus. Get me out of here. I'll do data entry. I'll flip burgers. (OK, I won't flip burgers.)

But you get the idea.

I found out last week that my interim job will be ending officially on July 3, and will NOT become permanent. Eeeehhhh (as my 2-year-old son would say). I can only hope that the shortsighted people who made the decision will live to regret it. I feel certain that they will. When it comes right down to it, I really don't want to work for a company that would NOT hire me permanently (if that makes the slightest amount of sense).

So I'm job hunting. Again. Seems like I've spent most of the last 10 years looking for a job. So if anyone out there needs a skilled (some might say anal-retentive) editor and/or writer, look me up.

We had some wild-ass weather last night. Andrew slept peacefully through it all, but we had some loud thunderclaps that woke me from an extremely dead sleep. At one point the electricity clicked off for about 30 seconds -- just long enough to wake me up and to screw up most of the digital clocks in the house (with the exception of the coffeemaker, which apparently is jaded enough to realize that it's not being turned off permanently, so it will just go with the flow). And this morning we had a small amount of water in the basement, just minor puddles, which are easily mopped up with towels. Thank goodness it wasn't worse -- apparently they had 70 mph winds at the airport (which is just a few miles away) and more than 8 inches of rain in some parts of the northern Twin Cities.

Kip and Eric and Tim and I went to our local Barnes and Noble last Friday night to wait for the Harry Potter release at midnight. It was a zoo. Kip and I got some Italian sodas and parked ourselves on the floor in front of the collectible-coin section, figuring that we'd be in a low-traffic area. Wrong: Turned out we were just around the corner from the restrooms, and we had hopelessly unattractive adolescents and prepubescents trudging past us in a constant parade. My lord, those people are wholesale ugly.

Anyway, we came home with three copies of the book -- one each for Eric and Tim and one for Kip and me. Neither one of us has started reading it yet. As usual, we both have an embarrassment of riches when it comes to books in the to-read stacks and on the to-read shelves. But I predict I'll be diving into it this weekend. Some of my online Maud list friends have already finished it and are starting it over again. Much more ambitious than I.

Here are a few more items for my list (at this rate, I won't reach No. 100 until I turn 100):

28. I hate camping. I don't do it. I see no point in sleeping on the hard ground when there is an available bed and indoor plumbing anywhere within a 20-mile radius.

29. When I was a sophomore in college (at Moorhead State University), I got blood poisoning. I had a new pair of (inexpensive) clogs that rubbed against the top of my bare foot, and the dye got into my bloodstream.

30. The only bone I've ever broken is my next-to-little toe, and I did it by walking across the room and bashing it against a table leg.

Wow. Only 70 to go. I'm not sure I'm that interesting. :-P


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