It’s been back to the usual grind after that brief excitement over the job with Holland America. I applied for two librarian-ish jobs with Harvard University (one of which I already got a rejection email for), and two more in the publishing industry. I’ll keep searching for both library and publishing jobs, as well as administrative-type things just in case. I’m also planning to try Barnes & Noble one more time – it turns out one of the managers who left my current workplace a few months ago is now in a management position at one of the local B&Ns. That could possibly give me a teensy-weensy little edge, and it’d get me working with books.
In other news, the Apocalypse is supposedly coming up this Saturday. I heard about this a couple months ago because a proponent of the theory came through my line at the store. She was wearing a pin, and she handed me pamphlets when I asked her about it. I didn’t read the stuff because I don’t generally go in for these Chicken Little theories. If the sky’s gonna fall, fine – I just don’t want to get intos ome sort of religious discussion about the implications. Either I’m gonna get munched down by the nasty omnivorous centauroid reptiles from outer space (thanks for that vision of the future, John Ringo), or I’ll just disappear into whatever afterlife or lack thereof that’s waiting for me. As The Bard said, ”To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream – aye, there’s the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil …”
