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!!

Happiest Birthday, Nora!

Jars, I love that you're getting married on Friday the 13th. A Very Buffista Wedding!

HAPPY NORA DAY! It's a glorious day that has you in it.

I was told by a temp agency that I went through that they don't tell you because they are afraid you'll steal or deface property or something, that it's the temp agency's job to tell you. I've never had the temp job not go permanent.

Aidan saw a firetruck parked in the grocery store parking lot. He's a happy boy this morning.

{{SA}}! Your story is happening now. That makes it a trump by default. BUT! It's an hour commute in Ireland! That can't be bad.

I LOVED doing temp work. I got along great with the gals in the temp office and would take some of the "junk jobs" no one else wanted. But those were the ones that usually ended up being the most fun. I think my favorite was working in the quality control group at the Cornuts factory. I learned how to test for flavor and freshness. I even learned how to coat the Cornuts in small batches. Then I had to take time off to get my wisdom teeth out and they replaced me.