Reverse Bad Luck

Guess who has a phone interview with a librarian search committee at a Pac-10 school on Friday, Oct. 13?

Dream or Nightmare?

Guess what retail cashiers dream about at night?

Yup--neverending lines of customers, all waiting to check out at your register. And the scary thing is, the line doesn't dissipate when you wake up!

Word of the Day

bench scraper n. 1. tool used by bakers to manipulate dough and to clean surfaces on which dough has been worked. It is generally a small sheet of stainless steel with a handle of wood or plastic along one of the long sides.

(definition from Answers.com)

Still Here

I'm still here, though you may not know it by reading my blog. Last Friday, my first day of real "work" at Target, I decided I was going to be too depressed to ever blog again. A week later, I don't feel that way anymore, but Target has apparently robbed me of what little creativity I ever had. As Anne would say, there just isn't much "scope for imagination" at Target. I can't think of anything to blog about except Target, and to tell the truth, I'm kind of tired of thinking about Target.

As for the job, the work itself is fine, though physically tiring and often very slow in passing. Today I "amused" myself while waiting for guests by figuring out how many hours I would need to work in a month in order to pay for health insurance. Answer: Too many. In case you're wondering, I had to agree to work some Sundays in order to be hired. My first Sunday shift is this weekend. Can't you see the big smile on my face?

Turning to other news, Tuesday I took a quick trip south to visit Curly and her parents. Nothing eventful to report, but I believe a good time was had by all. I can attest that Curly has her body parts and animal sounds down pat. She's also fond of avocados. Hmm--obviously doesn't take after her father in the food department!

Intervention

Dear E.,

I can't tell you how much sorrow I felt when I saw you the other day with a tube of Vaseline Lip Therapy in your hand. I felt even worse when you said that you carry it everywhere and use it constantly. And of course, the final blow was when you said that I influenced you to start using.

I am so deeply entwined in Vaseline's devilish snares that it is too late for me to escape. I have hope for you, since you didn't exhibit too many overt signs of addiction. Nonetheless, I sense that you are standing on the slippery edge of a dangerous precipice.

I urge you to confront your problem and seek help immediately before, like me, you are in too deep to save yourself. Many others have conquered their addiction, and I know you can also.

Lovingly,

Auntie K.