I think I"m going to wear my Dansko Mary Janes...just to be safe.

Yeah, cute as they are, I don't think those sandals make the office-sandal cut.

Library scuttlebutt tells me that one of my librarians will be resigning, probably today. This is a good thing, and I hope it happens soon because I've now got a bunch of stuff backed up in my to-do box waiting to hear when she'll actually be starting her new duties.

Vortex, this is not good news for you, because if scuttlebutt is correct, she's taking the job for which you applied. Boo!

The student stories make me laugh (and then cry, because these students will someday be in my classes).

Hmm, I discovered the cause of all my whites being gnarled up from the washing machine- it was not the result of bad colorfast, but instead due to a build up of salt, soap, and rust gunk. Any thoughts how to get this out now that the problem has been solved?

An empty hot cycle with a shitton of OxyClean or CLR?

Tips from CLR: WASHING MACHINES: Run empty machine without detergent up to main wash cycle. Stop machine and add one-half cup CLR. Finish cycle. Run one additional full cycle (wash and rinse) with water only to rinse machine fully.

vw, as someone who works in a decently creative field, I would look askance at anyone who showed up for an interview in sandals. Overdressed is always better than underdressed.

That said, I'm wearing jeans and open-toed slides today. But our August is casual, and I know that. Any potential interviewee wouldn't.

I had a dream last night that I adopted a whole bunch of kids, and then they slowly turned into dolls. Like, at first, I was noticing that one kid seemed more giggly than the others, and another seemed more serious, and by the end of the dream, I realized that that was just the way their faces were sewn on.

Shape up, brain!

Seriously, Emily's brain! You can do so much better.

Incidentally, you and your brains were last night under the subject heading: Missing Emily and Her Brains.

Argh. There is this recurring 5AM conference call (8AM on the East Coast) that I do not attend. Because, duh, 5AM. But they were all "everyone should really attend this one it's important there are deadlines coming up blah blah blah". So I hauled my ass out of bed (after waking up twice in the middle of the night with scary shit going on--fire alarm at 1AM, nightmare at 3AM...)...and it SO wasn't important at all.

And then of course, the doctor called at 8AM. And a wrong number called at 9AM. And so on and so forth. Hrmph.

Wow. I have really no idea how that interview went. I usually have a pretty good sense, but NO sense on that. Also, I won't know anything until after September 15, which makes me consider backing out, since that will be too late to be able to add a class and get school credit for the internship.

Also, it sucked the life out of me. I'm completely exhausted.

Casper update (that is what we've been calling new kitten): Vet appointment went well though little C was not pleased to be there at all. He weighs 11 oz. They dewormed him, gave him some Advantage for his many flea friends (ew), and put him on antibiotics and eye meds. So he is on the mend but let's us know frequently that we are VERY BAD MEANIES for pulling him off the street and poking him in the mouth with meds. VERY BAD! Too bad he's all tiny and helpless - doesn't help much with the ferocious kitty act. We're hoping he'll start mellowing out in the next couple of days once his eyes, cold, and flea problem start getting sorted out. Poor little guy.