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Go Mary Anne! Nice long journal from her, finally! Heh, I like to think I'm a good influence in *some* things.
Well, I had an on-the-spot interview today at Homefinders when I dropped off my resume. It sounds *very* promising, and I have an interview with the owners (sisters, how cool is that?) tomorrow. It's a small-but-busy business, and it sounds like it would be a lot of hard but very rewarding work. The interview was actually fun, as I got to talk about Doug and Noble Roman's and how cool that job was. I love privately owned businesses; there aren't enough of them these days. If I get this job (send good job-getting energy my way) I'll have a lot of room to move up in that place. It'd be nice to feel I'm actually contributing to something. It'd be nice to like my job again. The people there are so cool.
What
else? I need to write a story or two, maybe I can do that tomorrow.
Write Shel, who is unwired. She's been very good about writing cool
letters to me, and I feel I should encourage this correspondance (besides,
it's so cool to get letters rather than bills in the mail, n'est-ce pas?).
She's moving to Portland next month (so close! Road trip!) and I wonder
if she'll remain unwired on the West Coast.
Isn't that odd? I *do*
think there's a higher percentage of online folk in California and the
West Coast. Not surprising, what with Silicon Valley and all. But
there's definitely a "California lifestyle". Hot Tubbing is a good
example, but I think it all stems from (that Franklin College vision -
heh) diversity. You can't have this much to do if you've only got one
type of person living near you. Yeah, yeah, I over generalize, I admit.
I'm just loving it out here. I wish I could transplant my friends and
family from back home (I miss you, friend!); anyone have a spare
transporter?
Mary Anne is making Spaghetti Squash pizza for dinner. Yum. I think I'll go pester her in her kitchen.
2:10am - What AM I doing up so late? Transcribing.
Heh.
I just remembered what I had meant to put here earlier, which was
about a nice woman in the Middle Eastern Grocery Store in Berkeley today
who told me I had a sweet personality and it was refreshing after all the
college students and their acts. Huh. I told her, hey, I'm from the
Midwest, and folks are generally friendlier out there. I was also a
waitress in a small town, where you're chatty with everybody. But, still,
it's not uncommon for clerks to talk to you about your life when you're
buying toothpaste at the drug store. People talk to other people, it
makes their jobs more interesting. David and I have talked about this
before, usually whenever he comments on how *friendly* it is out here.
Now, David's from the East Coast, which is even less friendly than
out here. He gets weirded out by the chattier clerks and such out here;
I'd love to bring him to Franklin!! It'd be boss if someone actually said
to him, "Yer not from around here, are ya, boy?". Ignore that. I have
this tendancy to pretend the Midwest is more Southern than it actually is.
Still, I've yet to have a clerk out here ask me how many kids I have
(which happened more than once in Indiana). That always disturbed me. I
have no kids, thank you.
I'm beginning to wonder if I'm rambling with
any direction now. I should go to bed. Yup. Going to bed
now.
'Night
PS to David, if you can somehow read this: Check the dolphin