today was like most days, surprises, aggravation, confrontation, disappointment and some fun.
I've had an offer to take the exam to become a train conductor. This sounds so weird to me but more than mildly interesting. They'll test 30 but with the admonition; "We take a drug test at the site. It's a hair test that tells whether you've done drugs in the last 6 months. If you can't pass it don't show up." Made me smile and then get resentful.
Last month I wrote a mini-bio of Lewis Carroll. Carroll is important in my life. In any event Blogcritics.org quoted heavily from it in their review of a definitive book. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Not angry or flattered, then I realized I was embarrassed. If I knew anyone was going to read the thing I'd have spent some time on it.
A package from a friend didn't arrive, which was sad for me but Ethel, who it is really for, was only concerned that we had enough kibble and Frosty Paws to last until my next paycheck. She's looking for a job although I have no idea as to being what.
Then since there were no calls I went to work. I had to see the senior partner when I was there. He tried to lecture me but I wasn't interested until I realized I finished the week with seven whole dollars left. If I'd gotten this full paycheck I'd have started to get ahead a little bit, as it is I won't have enough money for food for myself. Then I thought about all the people working here with families and children. Like puppies children don't understand going hungry, and I got angry and spoke my mind.
Surprisingly he didn't fire me. He sputtered something about me being articulate and then asked why was I doing this sort of work.
I told him that any job was worthwhile so long as it was honest. What I did for money was not important nor was it a defining principal as to what a person is. I resisted, with difficulty, saying that I've known guys who slop out stables who I found more worthwhile than most, not all, attorneys.
He stood still for that too.
Got through work with no incidence except being sleepy. Got home and my dogs woke me up. Fat Yellow Dog told me he loved me, but in such a way that let me know that he would love anyone who carried Frosty Paws. Chow echoed his sentiments.
I also got email griping about me not answering my phone (no money, see?) but mainly bitching at me for not putting up a new section of Hachiko's story. I didn't think anyone was much interested in a kid's story about a Japanese White Akita.
Below is part 5 of Hachiko's life. And I put them all up on the Wiki.