Hey, all of you people that say that SoCal is not so bad, yeah it gets hot, but it's a dry heat, and it's so much more bearable without the humidity? Yeah, to hell with you and the mirage you rode in on. Once it passes the 100 degree mark, it's just plain effing, miserably, ridiculously hot. And right now, it's 105 out there.
My sister Mango Lassi works at a health food store in New Jersey (I know, I know, we can't all be as cool as her) and informs me that people come into the store and ask her if she sells cigarettes. Are people that obtuse everywhere, or is that just a New Jersey thing? Or is it that New Jersey encourages the sale of cigarettes everywhere in an effort to shorten the lives their residents? Sort of a state-sanctioned euthanasia? Really. Cigarettes. At A HEALTH FOOD STORE. Get with it, people. Smoking is out, health food is in. They can't both be cool together.
I think my Hintbug list might be getting out of hand. I just added a 5-night stay at Sandals Royal Bahamian to the list. Well, it's fun to dream. Maybe I will scout out some Santorinian, Tahitian, and Italian resorts while I am at it. I have to do something to keep myself occupied until the job starts. Because, you know, the whole reading over the literature thing is really not working out:
Clearly Austen thinks I should not prep any more.
Clearly Austen has never endured one of my reference interviews.
Magdalene is still being a wretch. Half the time, I want to throttle her, but the other half of the time, I am too impressed to scold. Take this morning's incident, for example:
This morning, Pre-Havoc: I had a form in my in-box that I had yet to fill out.
Magdalene decided to take matters into her own paws, and took charge of the backlog.
She doesn't like it when I hover over her shoulder. She's a prefectionist, and the whole lack-of-thumbs thing can be frustrating when she's dealing with these complicated forms.
She works best in an unstructured environment. Don't pressure her!
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