{{{-t}}}, who is very pretty. Good thing your friends the Bitches are right about eviction proceedings. Sadly, I have been there, but it all worked out before the Law was summoned. Go forth and creep him out complaining of thy Woman Troubles and move away happily. I hereby smite this crappy landlord with the curse of inconvenient paperwork snafus forevermore.

Had my second panel-style interview in a week. I don't know why, but these are occasions when I suddenly become aware of my own voice sounding funny and it becomes difficult to speak, clearly or otherwise. It surely would be nice to get a job before my unemployment runs out all too soon. I can always go back to temping, but... that solution really stinks.

Now I am going to climb up on my roof and spread some acrylic sealant around. The courageous unemployed people have saved a bundle of $$$ doing this job themselves, but then they went and frittered away bunches of $ getting the 30K service on the new van. Clearly I am insane doing both these things on Friday the 13th. Perhaps I should consider running foolishly around the back yard in my underwear hoping for a movie-monster style of disaster instead.

Don't forget to carry some scissors!

Raquel, sure, babe... It's only true. But I put my foot down, because the last one was "Are you Expressive?" and, well, yeah. The quiz thought so too, so of course, I was thinking "idiot...you knew that much!"

I just caught up enough to see Betsy's job news. That seems very not right.

And that's the best cautionary tale about camisols every, Lyra Jane.

Go you with the roofing, Katie B! I hope all of your interviews are going great! You're voice doesn't sound funny at all, it is lovely and mellifluous, even when saying "Stupid Monkey".

Lyra Jane popping out of her shirt made me laugh.

~job ma for KB

Today is the last day of finals, and the library is empty. I want to go turn cartwheels in the Reading Room to celebrate the end of the semester.

Oh, and !yay! I've learned about the proofreading mark for the en dash. It's always so edumacational around here.

Really, putting on work clothes... NOW. Bye!

that's the best cautionary tale about camisols every, Lyra Jane.

It is! I have no idea what I would have done if I hadn't been wearing one. Showed off my bra, I guess. (The shirt is satin, so it's slippery. It has five buttons, but I only had the bottom three done to begin with.)

The guy was Italian, so no doubt he's used to American women flinging themselves at his accent. It was just not my intention right then.

He completely ignored the whole drama, incidentally, which was the best possible response.

most men cower in the face of Woman Things.

Very true, in my experience. Joe and I bought our last car when I was pregnant (2 years ago) and I miscarried before everything on it was fixed (as promised by the dealer). Then Joe went to Iraq and the dealer was hassling me. Without meaning to, I burst into tears in their showroom and my mom went ballistic. (Very impressive maternal response on her part, considering I was 28 at the time.) By the end, everything we needed was fixed.

Anyway, -t, I'm sorry you have to deal with such a jerk. He may be able to evict you in 10 days, but I doubt he can do it for not cleaning your apartment.

Be careful on the roof, Katie B. I love your voice. I'd hire you for your voice alone.

I'm sorry your landlord's a jerk, -t.

Heather, is Cyn the one who works at the silversmiths? Because while I am hoping to not need help finding a place to live, I do have some silver that needs repair - my mom just gave me some of her old stuff.

That would be the one. In fact, I happen to know that she's working today because she called me this morning to find out when I'm coming down there.