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Why I'm awake, I dunno. It's 2:17pm on a hot Monday afternoon, and by all rights, I should be asleep. But I came home from work, went to the cardiologist, got a new blood pressure medication to try out tomorrow... and now I'm awake. Some guy from Child Haven called me for an interview for an entirely different position, this one w/the reception desk. Their current receptionists are pretty clueless. I've already interviewed once for this position at some point last year.
Nora's back from her Hawaiian escapade. She's very red, her hands are all torn up from snorkeling, and she bought a miniature pot-belly pig while she was over there. She says it's costing more than the pig to get him shipped stateside. Apparently, because of Hawaii's stringency on livestock & produce, it's easier to get things imported here than to send things there. She's still so sad from her mom's death, and her husband's still torn up, too. I keep telling her it's just gonna take time. Eventually the hurt will ease, but in the meantime it's ok for her to grieve - no one's going to get mad at her for crying.
Jeff dragged me outside for 'fresh air' - there was a drunken guy just sleeping it off on our steps, and another guy staggers up to us to bum a cigarette & directions, then staggers over to the unconscious drunk & pukes between his legs... I was like, "Thanks for the fresh air, Jeff, I really needed this." I swear tho, if one more British person had asked me for directions over the weekend, I was going to declare a personal war. I mean, you'd think that natives of a country that once ruled half the known world, with the world's premier Navy, would be able to find their way around a bloody casino. One walked up to me & asked me where he could score a pack of fags - luckily my internal translating device kicked in before my mouth could fully engage.
Ah well, 5 more months til my next vacation.
Nora's back from her Hawaiian escapade. She's very red, her hands are all torn up from snorkeling, and she bought a miniature pot-belly pig while she was over there. She says it's costing more than the pig to get him shipped stateside. Apparently, because of Hawaii's stringency on livestock & produce, it's easier to get things imported here than to send things there. She's still so sad from her mom's death, and her husband's still torn up, too. I keep telling her it's just gonna take time. Eventually the hurt will ease, but in the meantime it's ok for her to grieve - no one's going to get mad at her for crying.
Jeff dragged me outside for 'fresh air' - there was a drunken guy just sleeping it off on our steps, and another guy staggers up to us to bum a cigarette & directions, then staggers over to the unconscious drunk & pukes between his legs... I was like, "Thanks for the fresh air, Jeff, I really needed this." I swear tho, if one more British person had asked me for directions over the weekend, I was going to declare a personal war. I mean, you'd think that natives of a country that once ruled half the known world, with the world's premier Navy, would be able to find their way around a bloody casino. One walked up to me & asked me where he could score a pack of fags - luckily my internal translating device kicked in before my mouth could fully engage.
Ah well, 5 more months til my next vacation.
