"yes, there's something alien, demonic and enchanting in her," kitty said to herself

I remember the first time I looked through a telescope at the moon. Though I had spent many an hour in cornfields "looking at the stars," astronomy became decidedly unsexy when I realized just how much math was involved. The first time I looked through the lens I was underwhelmed. "Yeah. The moon. Cool." I think was what I said. My friend forced me to look again and I was blown away. "Oh my God! Are those mountains?! Am I seriously looking at mountains on the moon?!?! Did you know you can SEE the MOUNTAINS on the MOON?!?!"

I sense it's time for me to see the mountains on the moon.

Yesterday's in-service t'weren't so bad. I did score a Zingerman's chocolate which was pretty good though I'm definitely not a nougat kinda gal. The hardest thing about discussing customer service is how intuitive and common sense it should all be and yet clearly there are some who just don't get it. We did manage to come up with 4 steps to great customer service my favorite being #4: Have a positive ending. This prompted those of us immature youngsters to spend the afternoon talking about how our goal was to make sure I gave every patron a happy ending. No one over the age of 40 got it.

I was supposed to spend this extra hour at work (I'm not working. I just came in an hour early so I didn't have to trudge through the insane amount of snow that fell last night) filling out my job bid form. I hate filling these things out: Education, Employment, Other skills or training pertinent to this position, Reasons for applying for this position. The opportunity to be inauthentic is glaringly obvious and yet I'm stupid enough to really care about the position. I have a week to do it and I'm confident I can dance the very fine line between give them what they want and be true to my strong belief I'm the most qualified for the job.

Speaking of work, it looks like I'll be spending the next 5 weeks or so playing grownup by working 40 hours a week. It means working 2 nights a week which doesn't really thrill me but it also means I'll be forced to prioritize my life which I'm desperately needing. I have a running schedule, a quilt to start, letters to write, bread to bake, a house to keep clean, and a life to figure out.

Not having so much time on my hands is probably a good thing.