My driver's ed guy was a little different from yours, Suzi. I think he was from Mississippi. Not that that matters except for the accent I hear him in.  Direct quote relating to safe stopping distances: "Now, if I see a blind person in the intersection, I'm gonna give him some room. I don't know about no 
te-eeen
feet, though."
The section on long-distance driving began "Say you goin' down to Memphis for the dawg races."
	
 
		
		
He sounds like fun!  I had Mr. SillyName, who wore silly pants.  I know it's not kind to make fun of him, but boy he was... silly.
	
 
		
		
I just told two co-workers how I sing "Mama's little baby loves shortening shortening" to my kitten boy Caspie (he loves it, btw). I think I have to kill them now, eh?
	
 
		
		
What I remember of Mr. Schaeffer the driver ed teacher was him singing along with "Lucille" on the radio as a I drove.  
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille!"
	
 
		
		
Birthday happies to Kristin and Maria! 
	
 
		
		
Happiest of birthdays to two of my favorite women, Kristin and Maria!
And happy birthday to Charles Darwin. 
	
 
		
		
Is the recruiter on the East coast?
No idea --but it is not unusual for this to happen . I had a recruiter yell at me, because I  suggested that leaving a message on Matt's cell phone was more effective than leaving a message with me that he wasn't going to get for 6 to  8 hours. And then there are  the recruiters that Matt has 80% of  the experience  they are looking for -- and they keep trying to make him say that he knows the other 20%.  There  are some things you can't fake.  And then there are the ones that want him to give a bottom salary  number, push  him and when he gives a reason response - reason  and number range  -- they ask if it is negotiable -- meaning  only lower. 
there are some really  good recruiters out there-- but there are whole lotta  wannabes that don't have  the basic people skills or organizational skills to do  the job  well. ( know  the jobs , know the co, know  your  people and don't out  and out  lie) 
Opps, I  committed rant
	
 
		
		
This no voice crud is so done. I normally like the guys I work with, but they are enjoying laughing at my whispered conversations a bit too much. 
I want my voice back. 
	
 
		
		
Rubber  bands, paper clips, and germy  spitballs are perfect for office warfare.  I'm  just saying.  
	
 
		
		
Matt is on his phone interview  now.  I can't  quite  hear  the words, but I love listening to him talk when he really  know what he is saying .  Smooth, confident, and articulate.