The Georgia State library had its share of homeless and unemployed guys, at least back when I was spending time there. There was one older man who spent every day in the reference room, either reading or dozing.

Apparently the library is the only place in the city that does them, for some reason, so they do it all day long and everyone on the team is deputized to be able to do it.

That's so weird -- doesn't that happen at the post office?

Good luck getting jobs you want, you guys!!

In Athens we had a few homeless regulars in the library, and Ort (legendary music and beer enthusiast and raconteur), and pairs of Mormon missionaries. But it's a small enough town that you get to know your homeless pretty fast.

Everyone who doesn't like the cold spring weather can send it to me, where I will gladly enjoy it into July if possible. I sleep better when it's cold out, and am getting more wear out of my winter wardrobe in March than I did in December.

I keep having to deal with one particularly troublesome writer, and I just made a noise that, I swear, sounded like Lurch. (Without meaning to!)

Job~ma, flea and Scrappy!

A1A just makes me think of Vanilla Ice.

THANK YOU!!

Timelies all!

My commute is about 9 miles each way.

Going to my MIL's for first Seder tonight.

THANK YOU!!

Of course!

I just got some new comfort sandals in the mail, and man -- I don't like the way they look at all, but damn, are they comfortable! And cheap, because I had a million discounts. Sold!

A1A just makes me think of Vanilla Ice.

Me three.

I am training for my new project (where, as I mentioned on Facebook, this morning's weekly teleconference agenda was written in COMIC SANS). And OMG I had forgotten how boring this shit is. I mean, training in general. Reading long long documents, many of which reiterate the same information, but then at the end of them you still don't REALLY know what you're doing.

I was talking to a coworker about my highschool years, which got me nostalgic, so I began looking some people up, and came up with a whole lot of nada. And then I came across the town minutes on our graduation, and the two guys I liked best didn't seem to have graduated at all, which made me super sad, but also fit with their personalities of being smart enough to do so, but being offended by societies desire for them to do so. Which is also part of their personalities that put me off them. I'm sorry getting a HS diploma is so uncool.

Or maybe I'm being a prig and am too used to working at high-profile places where the staff is highlighted and promoted. I once ran into one of the non-HS graduates and he made me feel like shit for taking a "safe" course through life and careers (I'd joined the military, went to college, got a steady job with benefits in an area I love that I can support myself with). I expect I'll finally read about him when he dies from being eaten by wolves or polar bears. This is probably touching too close to the discussion that took over the movie thread. But, seriously, my class was 60 people, are they all still stuck in NH, possibly living with their moms, or else their greatest claim to fame is being the treasurer of a condo community? /Prig