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My job interview at Calhoun is in an hour and a half. I'm drinking morning coffee now and will then pull myself together. I got my hair trimmed and shaped (collarbone length and layered razor cut) and my eyebrows waxed yesterday. My stylist at the Regis salon, Amy, was a very cool gal; we chatted about tattoos during my cut. Among others, she's got a tattoo of a striped barber's pole and razor on her forearm; nifty, huh? I have my interview clothes clean and ready. I looked at the campus map, so I know where I'm going. Don't want to jinx myself, but I've been feeling pretty darn good the last couple of days; wanna ride that wave.
Why I want this job: Full time, regular weekday schedule. Benefits (not having health insurance sucks). Decent salary. Could really make existence more stable. Academic library; would make me feel like I'm putting my education and experience to proper use, and I kind of miss the university vibe.
Took a nap yesterday afternoon; dropped right off into deep sleep, but had to struggle to wake up through a dream of panicky lethargy. That's what some part of my psyche is afraid death is like, not being able to ever wake up. But it's probably more like the sleep before the dream, just gone to rest.
Curled up on the couch and watched movies with Russ last night. Went retro dumb with The Nine Lives of Fritz the Cat, and then watched a good one, Across the Universe. We both enjoyed this film featuring Beatles songs as the soundtrack to life in the 1960's, and agreed the cinematography (and the male leads) were gorgeous.
Why I want this job: Full time, regular weekday schedule. Benefits (not having health insurance sucks). Decent salary. Could really make existence more stable. Academic library; would make me feel like I'm putting my education and experience to proper use, and I kind of miss the university vibe.
Took a nap yesterday afternoon; dropped right off into deep sleep, but had to struggle to wake up through a dream of panicky lethargy. That's what some part of my psyche is afraid death is like, not being able to ever wake up. But it's probably more like the sleep before the dream, just gone to rest.
Curled up on the couch and watched movies with Russ last night. Went retro dumb with The Nine Lives of Fritz the Cat, and then watched a good one, Across the Universe. We both enjoyed this film featuring Beatles songs as the soundtrack to life in the 1960's, and agreed the cinematography (and the male leads) were gorgeous.
