My companion called me this morning from the Eastside Evil Empire where he is currently employed (I don’t hate the player, or the game, because it’s keeping us in Pop Tarts and colostomy bags).

“Well, I’m off to another interview,” he said glibly.

“Try to be nice to them,” I said. “You can’t blame them for being dumb and not hiring you. They clearly can’t help it.” This is his fifteenth (or sixteenth?) interview with Giant County Library System in one year.

“I wish I could blame them,” he said, as he stifled another yawn. “Man, I can’t stop yawning.”

“Maybe adrenaline will stop you. Or have you been on so many of these interviews that you don’t get adrenaline anymore?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty relaxed. I didn’t even shave against the grain. It’s not worth getting ingrown whiskers for those people again.”

Taking a little break from babytown…thanks for all your nice comments.