No long entries tonight. The interview this morning was a ten-minute affair, mostly to let the interviewer refresh his memory of me and what we’d talked about last time. I did get a clue to what happened with the man who got fired—apparently he had issues with getting to work on time and putting in a full forty each week. I can’t think of any other reason I would be asked specifically about my time-and-attendance record in an interview. There are more people yet to interview, again, but he said I should know something by Tueday or thereabout.
TxAnne came over to sit with M, on no notice, so I could go to the interview. Afterward, I had to run out and buy L a breast pump because she thought she’d lost hers (it turned out to be in the basket of her bicycle). Once I was back from that adventure, I invited TxAnne to lunch at Mother’s Cafe, where we had a long and amusing conversation while we ate. I’m going to miss her a great deal once she finishes her dissertation and has to move somewhere else to get a teaching position (she says she can’t imagine being able to stay in Texas and teach, with a doctorate in medieval French; I can’t imagine it either).
T went off to a movie with her friend Amanda tonight, so L and I went to dinner at La Madeleine, which we hadn’t done in forever. The after-effects of the butter and cheese in dinner are kicking in now and combining with my lack of sleep for the week to put me nose-down into the keyboard. Instead of that, I’m going to go off to bed with my new book of Thea Gouverneur charts, from the Crafter’s Choice book club.
The home of a trusted friend houses the maniacal 911 French file. Fnord.
