2000-04-28

Journal by Sil

28 April 2000

7:00 p.m. The sun is shining in the north-west window, kinda getting in my eyes, but it certainly indicates that spring marches on apace! A couple days ago, the almanac indicated that sunup to sundown is now over 14 hours here. HERE is just below the 45th parallel of north latitude, the "shoulder" of Earth.

Sure do love these long mellow evenings. I remember once, when I was young and foolish, playing volleyball until nearly 10 p.m. the evening of the summer solstice. We played until we couldn't see well enough to aim shots right. Funny how perspective just flattens out within a few minutes at a certain stage of dusk. Is that what they mean by "roaming in the gloaming?" It's a sort of magical effect, as if anything could happen,... Puck could come popping out of nowhere.

An awful lot has happened since I last set down the events of my life. I got fired from my job at the newspaper a week ago. I just wasn't as good a bookkeeper as they needed. They're going to have a hard time finding a good one who will commit to 30 hours/week x $7.50/hr., no matter how long it takes to get the work done.

When they told me, they gave me a check for the past two weeks plus 2 weeks instead of notice. I gathered up my lunch (I ate at my desk and kept working during lunch hour on Fridays) and most of my other stuff, as they wanted me to decamp right away. Drove over to the temp service where I worked last year, and renewed my association with them.

Well, to make a long story short, Betty called yesterday and wants me to take a 40 hour/week job doing clerical work for $8/hr. That means roughly 40% more per week than I was making, even with the extra taxes. The job lasts for 5 weeks, building up to a conference that the organization is putting on. Betty warned me that it's quite a formal office, so I went out and spent $50 on shoes, "nylons," and "underpinnings." Got to downplay the "rustic look"... :-) Probably should get my hair cut, too. I'm getting to the Shetland pony stage,... bangs down over my eyes.

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