No, not so much.

I guess I completely missed what you meant from the post where you said, "Short version: it's miraculous what a person can ignore," on, then. Sorry.

I guess I completely missed what you meant from the post where you said, "Short version: it's miraculous what a person can ignore,"

You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.

I worked for Kelly in California. I wonder whatever happened to my green plastic Kelly timecard wallet? I'm sure I tossed it years ago. They weren't made to last.

Honestly, I sometimes have to convince Matt that driving into the city is not a good idea. he shares that craziness with your DH.

Teh only regert that I have is not thinking about grad school sooner. I really don't want to go into debt for what the ass't. director at my library calls "the most expensive union card you can buy " ( an MLS for those that don't know) however, I got a lot of valuble life stuff from working in restaurants and retail -- the meaner side of public ( customer service) service. Really, I am better at my job now because I got used to dealing with overly angry people. Even my worst day at the library is better than an ok day in retail.

Summer jobs in college -- factory work through places like Kelly. I think it upped my tolerence for dull work that was at least clean and unlikely to cause injury

You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.

It's like a hampster exercise ball for life!

On the other hand, the physical size of one's personal bubble is bigger than, say, a soap bubble...even if it's a Zubbles bubble...

My journal's publishing a paper with an author whose first name is Hellmuth. Naturally I'm reading it as "Hellmouth" every time. The source of all evil is publishing environmental health materials! (And neo-cons the world over nod knowingly.)

You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.

Oh, that's what happened. I was thinking thick-big, and didn't even notice your use of "little". I wasn't intentionally contradicting. Again, sorry about that. I was riffing on Spike's "It's a big rock," is all.

I temped out of the Cambridge office of Kelly Girl

Hey, Hec. I was a Kelly Girl myself.

I was, too. For the first 9 months out of college.

And in a confluence of topics, I was just bitching to my co-workers about people who misuse commas and how I must kick their asses. Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!

I haven't finished college yet. But when I left college, I was already married. Took a job at a local newspaper, as staff writer, and then had a baby not long after.

Somehow I ended up working in publishing thereafter, with two more babies coming, and now I'm writing. And, you know, being a mom. If I had it to over again, DH and I would have had some more time for ourselves before becoming parents, ideally with travel involved. But I like my life very much, even if I still want to finish school someday.

Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!

It's fate!