I wish I had some good news on the job front, but I don't. I was again denied gainful library employment because of the great experience cunundrum. I was not hired because I didn't have experience that I needed. How does one get said experience if one doesn't get hired? So, that search continues. I will, for the foreseeable future push books and contiue to apply for gainful library employment.

In Which Your Faithful Narrator Muses About...

My father's headstone is being placed this weekend. So, he is no longer in an unmarked grave. Hopefully, my mom and I will be able to get to Accident, MD in the very near future to see it and plant/lay flowers.

I have had too much coffee today. I'm a little jittery and a bit jumpy. I asked for the wrong sized coffee at the BN Starbuck's cafe. I wanted a grande, but I asked for a venti. That's a bad idea. So now I have a venti sized coffee coursing through my veins and my brain is wired. I'm a bit a jittery. Its okay, though, because I'm doing my little weekly shift in the Law Library and it can pretty quiet here, particularly now. All the wanna be lawyers are studying their collective brains out, its finals time. Good for them. Better them than me.

Its a beautiful day here in Indiana. One of those days that one wishes for in the middle of December or January when its been gray for six weeks and the ground is not only frozen solid, but covered with a thick layer of iced over snow. Yes, this is one of those days that gets we who dwell above the Mason-Dixon Line cherish above all others. This is the kind of day that makes those cold, dreary days of winter worth it.

I walked around today in shorts and sandals for the first part of the day. I went to Lowes with my mother to get gardening things (mulch and topsoil and a few plants, a new rake and shovel). That will be the task for Monday, hopefully it won't too much this weekend.

Your Narrator Smiles & Claps for Joy

I have always contended that there is no such thing as "six degrees of seperation" in the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod. No, its more like three degrees of seperation. Case in point: Rev. Lehmann: I don't know him personally, not yet at least, but I know who he is. And he is the new pastor at the church my father served at from 1986-1995, in Accident, Maryland.

I grew up in Accident. I went from middle school through sophomore year of college in Garrett County. A case can be made that Accident is what made me who I am today.

I look forward to meeting Rev. Lehmann face to face in the very near future, most likely at his installation service.

It is with much prayer and joyful tidings that I welcome Rev. Lehmann to my childhood church.

I have learned on unadulterated truth when it comes to libraries. They are glacially slow in their hiring. I had my second interview with the library Thursday last. I was hoping they'd let me know yay or nay by today, but alas, it was not to be. So, I sit and wait. I checked the website today and the job is still posted, that gives me hope that it hasn't yet been filled and when it is filled it will be yours truly that fills it.

We had an earthquake here in in Indy today. Supposedly we could feel the earthquake that occurred somewhere near Evansville. It was, again, supposedly, 5pointsomething on the Richter Scale, but I didn't feel a thing. I was driving at the time. By the time I got to work everything had settled down. I was asked "did you feel the earthquake?" My first thought was "too much crack in the morning is a bad thing." However, it turns out we did in fact have an earthquake. We had some shakin and rattelin and rollin goin on. And, for all intense and purposes missed the big event.

In Which Your Narrator Bites His Cyber Fingernails

I had my second interview yesterday for the the Adult Services Librarian position. I think it went well, but I'm never really sure when it comes to interviews. It felt good and I think I answered the questions they asked me alright, but still, there's this little nagging feeling going on inside that scares me. Now, its a waiting game. I'll find out sometime next week if I get the job or not. I'm praying, but I'm trying to make sure I pray "Your will be done," not "my will be done."

I've been doing mental pro/con lists about the job. And the pros outweigh the cons significantly. There really aren't any cons. In the pro column is: four miles from home, paycheck would be much, much better than I'm getting now, its in my "field," I'm ready for something new. Those certainly outweigh the only con I can think of: "I enjoy bookselling." Yeah, I do, but that's not something I can live on.

So, I pray and hope. I have my fingers crossed and my hands folded, maybe it should be the other way around. I'm nervous.

Your Faithful Narrator Gets a Bit Punchy

I'm tired today. I worked early at the bookstore and now I'm working late at the law library. I did this yesterday, too. I'm tired. I get to work early tomorrow at the bookstore, but no law library. That's fine by me. I'll sleep a bit tomorrow afternoon, maybe. That'll be nice. Maybe I'll read a book, that will certainly put me to sleep, not because the book is boring, but because reading relaxes me and I'm pretty close to being exhausted. Just a little push here or there and I'm out like a light.

Mom and I are going to the Ft. on Monday. We're up to the seminary to donate clothes and vestments. I want to roam around the campus a little, check out the library (of course) and stop by admissions. I'm not sure why, but I want to. I still have that subtle knock. I have to take oh such baby steps in that direction. Don't hold your breath.

When I drove to work this morning I couldn't see where I was going. The fog was thick. I had to use neon signs as my guide. At least once I was afraid I'd gotten turned around and was heading in the wrong direction. I wasn't and I didn't, but it was a bit uncomfortable for a moment or two.

I have a second interview this Thursday for a position in one of the local libraries. My world seems to be staccato right now. It is good to rest.