Ho! Ho! Ho! There must be some direct correlation between the lack of sunlight and the viciousness that is manifest in some people's personalities. Yesterday, I had a woman throw a tantrum because I could not put her payment on two seperate credit cards, another today sulk and demand a refund because the slippers she wanted were ringing up 81 cents more than advertised, and the topper: a man threatened me with my job because I asked him to wait while I put change in my drawer. There's plenty of other examples of rudeness and general nastiness that I could mention, but those are the ones that really stick out. The holiday spirit apparently does not extend to retail staff. Swift was right: "We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to love one another."
I haven't heard back from the library interview yet, so I'm assuming I didn't get it. That's too bad, 'cuz I think I would have done well there.
I hope I find a car soon, because this is getting ridiculous. This week, the crack in my windshield expanded. Also, it snowed tonight. You can tell where the suburbs end and the city begins, because the city streets are perfectly plowed and salted. Aldermen know that it takes somewhat more than graft and sweetheart deals to stay in office: if voters can't get out of their driveways to go to work, they sure as hell aren't going to get out to vote for you. Anyway, I cant park in front of my building because it's on a snow route, which means other people can't park there either, which means the side streets are incredibly crowded. They are also rather slick. The scariest part of the evening (including the guy who threatened to get a manager to fire me) was trying to find a parking space. It was Chicago Slip-n-Slide on the side streets. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better, in all respects.
Oh, yes, I figured out who Medbh McGuckian is. She's a poet out of Ireland, as I suspected. i also found a few of her poems on line. Her use of syntax and imagery is, well, interesting. I haven't been this baffled since Colin tried to get me interested in Tori Amos. I'm really more of an Ani DiFranco kind of girl: "If you're born a lion, don't bother trying to act tame." I should stop now. I have to get up in the morning and be led by the unknowing and do the impossible for the ungrateful.
I haven't heard back from the library interview yet, so I'm assuming I didn't get it. That's too bad, 'cuz I think I would have done well there.
I hope I find a car soon, because this is getting ridiculous. This week, the crack in my windshield expanded. Also, it snowed tonight. You can tell where the suburbs end and the city begins, because the city streets are perfectly plowed and salted. Aldermen know that it takes somewhat more than graft and sweetheart deals to stay in office: if voters can't get out of their driveways to go to work, they sure as hell aren't going to get out to vote for you. Anyway, I cant park in front of my building because it's on a snow route, which means other people can't park there either, which means the side streets are incredibly crowded. They are also rather slick. The scariest part of the evening (including the guy who threatened to get a manager to fire me) was trying to find a parking space. It was Chicago Slip-n-Slide on the side streets. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better, in all respects.
Oh, yes, I figured out who Medbh McGuckian is. She's a poet out of Ireland, as I suspected. i also found a few of her poems on line. Her use of syntax and imagery is, well, interesting. I haven't been this baffled since Colin tried to get me interested in Tori Amos. I'm really more of an Ani DiFranco kind of girl: "If you're born a lion, don't bother trying to act tame." I should stop now. I have to get up in the morning and be led by the unknowing and do the impossible for the ungrateful.
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