Drink me!

So I have to think about this new job. Do I want to move to Jeff City is the question? Do I want to go for a job that I know I could do and I would be successful at or stay here and keep looking for something else? I like most of my life here. I have good friends and a basically functional relationship. Professionally this would be a perfect job for my culmination of professional experience. I would be appreciated (what a concept after the Collector's Office). This is truly a struggle. I wish I had a crystal ball to tell me which direction to go.

Anyway, I want to be a writer in the end so does it matter where I live?

Any thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated.

So I have three cats and they are remarkably restrained when if comes to my stash of yarn. However, one of the dogs got a cake of alpaca/silk blend yarn and dragged it around the house today. She unrolled it and left a puddle of yarn barf in my kitchen. It was very annoying. She is no longer allowed near my yarn (bad puppy!)

Who are you?

So when I grow up I want to be a famous author. One that people wait in line for the newest book. Until then I am the one forcing three staff members at Border's to rush around the store looking for the latest J.R. Ward Brotherhood of the Black Dagger series for me to buy. I felt pretty silly, but could not stop myself. The books aren't even that good, I just like the whole escapism of the concept. A secret vampire society separate from our own. I am a sucker for parallel universes.
Anyway, the trip to Jefferson City was enlightening. I discovered that treadmills are dangerous beasts. I also discovered that I can knit, watch TV, and ride a recumbent bike very easily. Exercise was never so much fun. But again I say treadmills are evil.
I went to the interview and so nailed it. The job is a really good fit for my background, but do I really want to move to Jeff. I am considering my options. Of course any opinions on taking out to mid-MO are appreciated.
Still working on the scarf. I am up to nine sections and I am thinking, I am only half way there. YIKES!!! I need to put that Black Dagger book down.

Who are your?

I am in Jefferson City. I feel kind of weird here, like I am some sort of stranger amongst strangers. I have mixed feelings about the job interview tomorrow, but I am trying to put my best (size 11) foot forward. It is like I am 11 all over again and have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Wish me luck!

(I finished Twilight last night, I am wondering when New Moon will come out in softback.)

I'm late

My whole week has felt surreal, like I am on acid or something. It is that anxious mixture of adrenaline and insecurity. So let me break down my week to illustrate.



The first two days of the week were crazy because I had jury duty. Note to anyone out there with listening, people DO NOT trust cops anymore so why do attorneys even ask. African Americans trust cops even less and who can blame them. The only group probably trusted less are attorneys. I spent two straight days setting in a court room being grilled like a criminal as to why I should or should not get put on the jury. I was, as usually, on the list of people they wanted on the jury and I of course had not desire to sit there and do it. I had just cause to say I was unfit being the victim of a similar crime. The judge tried to get me to recant I stuck to my guns and I was released. I think the weirdest thing of all sitting on a very hard wooden bench while the defendant got to sit on a cushion. Oh the inhumanity of it all. The other thing was I kept running into people I knew from silly hall, that made me sad.



The rest of the week was all new job stuff. It was nice, but scary as all new jobs are. You go there full of hope that you won't be instantly hated and considered incompetent and everyday you wait for the signs that you have proven you are unworthy. I know I can do this job, I just have to learn it. This will take time.



The secretary of state's office has also been calling me all week and I have an interview Monday morning. It is surreal that as soon as I take a job they call wanting to get to know me. Life is strange.



Finally, I have been reading Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. The story is compelling, but the writing needs more polish. I found myself wanting to re-write whole paragraphs. If the overall story was not so intriguing I would probably not even gotten past the first two chapters. I think the genre is most intriguing, teen paranormal romance. Crazy that.

How do you get to Wonderland?

Yesterday was actually in the category of surreal. I was exhausted from staying up too late knitting and watching Doctor Who. I really do like the new Who, it is a little edgier than the old Who. I am also relieved that Rose is gone, she really grated my nerves. Anyway, last night I stayed up and watched the new series Torchwood. Jury is out on that one, but I did like the overall look of the show. I also loved the whole possibility of the bi-sexual characters, I hope they stay with that aspect. Suffice it is to say I knitted a whole section of my scarf last night (7 more sections to go!)

Anyway, it was surreal to go to training for my job on a Saturday. We learned all about holds and internet searches. I mostly kept up. I think the holds part will be the most difficult of my job.

Today I am hoping to figure out how to finish knitting my sock. Wish me luck on that one.

Eat me

Last night was Amy/Jamie night. I live for Amy/Jamie night. My cousin and I go out to eat and then we go to Border's and have our 21st century version of a salon. Or that is how it seems, since sometimes I think the world revolves around me. Anyway, last night we ran into Rachel from Dyebolical Yarn and her crew (http://stlrachelknits.blogspot.com/ ) at Borders. We were also joined by Burning shoe and the lovely Lauren. Sonya the long suffering Borders employee came by and introduced Amy and I to the new cafe staff like we were rockstars. Needless to say all of that love went to my head.



I was pretty full of myself until the lovely Lauren pointed out that my green shirt with the palm tree on it was in fact the uniform for the night. A lady with greasy hair sitting just behind me had on the same exact shirt. I guess that is what you get for shopping the Wal-mart clearance rack.



Friday are always such a let down. 7 more days until Amy/Jamie night.

Off with her head

I have been in training for my new job as a Library Assistant. It has been so different from my previous job. Everyone is so nice and they keep saying "Welcome to the Library." I keep waiting for someone to blindside me when they say that. After what I have been through with city government, I keep expecting the Queen of Hearts to jump up and say, "Off with her head!"
So, I have one more day of training and then it is off to my branch. Wish me luck.

Last night was knit night, and I had such a nice time. It is hard to let knit nights end, I love my knit buddies. They all make me feel so welcomed. I am hoping with the new job that it won't be too bad with the schedule. We will see. Anyway, there were so many beautiful projects going I can't help, but wonder when I am going to even brush at that level of knitting. In the mean time it is all garter stitch for me.

Sept. 4, 2007



Does anyone celebrate half birthdays anymore? Because today I am nth and a half years old. I don't really expect presents or anything special, just maybe a little mad hatterish tea party. One with lots of crazy pottery and lots of crazy conversation punctuated by the phase, "Clean cup move down!"



I think who would I invite to such a party if I could invite anyone? I would definitely invite Alan Rickman as the voice of propriety, and Oscar Wilde to spice things up a bit, but who else? My cousin, she would have to be there to laugh with me that is for certain. Maybe, Oprah to keep us all real. How about, Anne Boleyn and Merriweather Lewis that would be interesting? Dorthy Parker too. I wouldn't invite the F. Scott and Zelda (too messy). I also could invite Emma Thompson, Rowan Atkinson, and Kate Winslet to join the party. Mark Twain would be nice addition as would any member of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood.



This party is getting to be a little excessive, but like I say, if it can be done, it can be overdone.



So at the party I would announce with much glee that I am to start a new job tomorrow. So sip up and enjoy the news that my unemployed period is over. I start tomorrow training to be an assistant librarian which is about as good a fit as it gets.