A co-worker said I looked "just like a college student" today. Huh. Well, I'm not wearing pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt so I'm not quite sure what she means. Though as a 33 year old woman I should probably keep that in mind next time I want to wear a short plaid skirt, tights, legwarmers and a wool sweater. I think it's the glasses that put the whole thing over the top.
The Simpsons Movie was a success. 79 people were in attendance and almost all the doughnuts were consumed. We let them eat as many as they wanted so I'm sure some parents were thrilled their children were stuffed full of sugar. The big news of the day: Molly is being heavily recruited by GRPL to be a branch manager at a really really awful branch on the West Side. I mean, so awful our friend Anjie who used to work there had to drive one of her pages a half a block home each night for safety reasons. I'm really torn. Obviously I don't want her to go. She is definitely the only one here who is relatively sane, but at the same time she really should get out there and get a librarian job. Ultimately I know she wants to come back here once the head of the childrens department retires, but she needs more experience and this would be helpful.
And, uh, yeah I'd totally apply for her job. 40 hours a week, a cushy side job a trained monkey could handle, and more time for programming. The only downside is the crazy lady I'd have to work with but I can handle crazy. Nod, smile, and pretend to listen to her while she drones on and on about how important she is. I can do that for a raise and more hours.
It's almost here! One of my most favorite things that happens every 4 years: primary season! I know, I know, I'm being completely disenfranchised here in Michigan and the whole party system is a mess and the candidates are all sort of lame and who really cares, but I can't help it. Iowa makes me hot. New Hampshire makes me hot. Super Tuesday makes me hot. I did hear Hillary has pulled ahead again in NH but I think it's fun Obama and Edwards and she are so close. I keep saying Clinton's got it all wrapped up, but wouldn't it be superfun if the black man and the woman get beat out by the rich white man? And the Republicans are just as entertaining. Between pro-choice, pro-gay Guiliani who doesn't think campaigning in Iowa is important (that could have been a fatal flaw) to Huckabee who doesn't believe in evolution. Can you believe it's possible the next President of the United States could be someone who doesn't believe in evolution?! Or it could be a man whose faith is based on the ravings of a lunatic who put on magic spectacles and looked into a bag of rocks?!? Now that's entertainment! It's a great way to pass a winter, I say.
Last night while watching Kentucky get the pants beat off them by Houston (I felt like I was watching a stupid NBA game as all they did was run down the court, shoot 3 feet from the 3 point line, miss, run down the court, watch Houston score, run back and repeat) I started talking about how I want to be an editor and how I have zero traditional experience and how I absolutely have no idea how to..well..do it. And though I do love the thought of owning and operating my own press and possibly starting an online journal and being the capital E kind of editor what I really like to do is edit from the beginning. I like writers to hand off something they think is finished and work with it. And I like doing it for everything: Molly's 140 word reviews for Library Journal, Peter's poetry, Fatty's novel...I just like it. And though I have no "training" (What does that even mean? I wasn't an English major? I don't have a Masters degree from some fancypants school? Big deal.) I know I'm good at it. I can see what works and what falls flat. It's intuitive. (This does not apply to my own work, unfortunately. I'm my own worst editor!) But I have no idea how to do it. It's frustrating. Peter suggested starting to write reviews for online journals which is probably a good idea to get my name out there. We'll see. Plus, you know, once he gets his book published and is all a famous poet (ha!--famous poet! that always cracks me up! name one living poet besides Billy Collins because everyone knows Billy Collins as he's a superstar!) and I am thanked profusely on the acknowledgement page for my essential work as his editor the offers will just start rolling in.
Sigh. It's a nice dream.
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