Hippo birdies Nora!

He said it was for the Rockettes, so I guess I can sort of see where a show would have to advertise this far ahead of time, but Christmas?

Extremely wrong. Even though Radio City Music Hall puts on a great Christmas show.

Happy, happy birthday, Nora! Wishing you cake and lots of happy today.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORA!!!

Go Nora! It's your birthday! Or words to that effect. Yay and hurray!

Vibing for good folks at the hospital, SA. An hour's commute isn't great,but it will allow for lots of reading and music, and the people-watching should be fantastic.

Now I'm missing my best temp job ever, three months working for the head offices of the California Christmas Tree Growers Association, which turned out to be a smallish two-woman office on a tree-lined street next door to a 7-11 whose manager was a huge coffee hound and made a point of keeping it fresh and tasty and not all burnt-out.

And the general manager had just had a baby and brought him in with her. He was one of those horribly perfect babies that never cries, just sleeps and stares all goggle-eyed, and it was unbearably cool to look up from preparing a stack of mailings or whatnot and see him looking around, every day just a little less bleary and a little more aware and "Holy shit! I have hands! I have feet! There's a bright light overhead! And there's all this stuff out there that's NOT ME. Some of it is humans! When they make noises at me, I can make noises back! Amazing!" Which is how my fascination with teh small humans and watching the wheels behind their eyes turn as they suss out the whole universe began.

Happy Birthday, Nora!!!

Cindy, why the grim tagline?

I meant you Teppy.

Daisy Jane, just e-mail me at my profile addy.

Happy Birthday, Nora!!

Actually, they haven't really told me yet--I overheard that she was starting on Monday when the HR person was introducing her to everyone.

I had one temp job where I showed up on a Monday and they said, "oh, didn't anyone tell you Friday that we didn't need you to come back?" Bleh. Some temp jobs can suck.

"oh, didn't anyone tell you Friday that we didn't need you to come back?"

That happened to me once. Except my manager at that job was out of the office for a few days (which is why no one told me). I actually had to wait around (getting paid, doing nothing) for a few hours until they could find a manager with the authority to tell me I wasn't needed anymore.

I'm sure ya'lls temping stories will beat mine by a mile. But I was having fun with these folks. Oh, well.

I just went to open a bank account here, and oh my dear god, this is the most cracked out banking system *ever.* I have no idea what just happened, but I have a little card with an account number on it and instructions to come back to pick up my bank card. Which is actually kind of a hot mess, since this bank is near the job that I thought I was going to be in for the next two weeks, and is nowhere near the new job I will be taking, which means I will somehow have to come back here during business hours to pick the damned thing up. Argh.

Happy birthday to Nora!!