Greetings, groovers and shakers! I trust you are well on this most marvelous of Mondays.
It's time for my rather splendid announcement. Brace yourself for a stunning revelation of epic and monumental proportions!!!! Or something...
Drum roll, please!
Ok, so you have to imagine the drum roll. Got it? Good.
My announcement is....
I have been officially offered a casual library job AND, I commence on Tuesday, January 12 for induction and training!
If you are reading this on Monday Jan 11 that means tomorrow! YAY!!!!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Also...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!
I'm scited. That's totally a word. It means scared and excited all at the same time. Mostly excited. But kinda sorta scared.
I looked up words that mean nervous excitement and there are many. Such as:
- Agitation
- Antsiness
- Clamour
- Flurry
- Fluster
- Perplexity
- Tizzy
- Transience
- Tumult
I really thought flurry meant something else. A maccas sundae, maybe? Um, no. That's a McFlurry. My mistake. Ahem.
Another interesting tidbit (speaking of great words...) is another word for nervous is the term screaming meemies.
I thought a screaming meemie was something like this:
Since we are making announcements I should also declare that I purchased a dress with POCKETS. Now that truly is a big statement. Almost bigger than the job thing. Well, do you know how a rare an occurrence it is to find such a thing?! It deserves a drum roll AND a trumpet call. Again, your imagination is key here.
In other news, we were thinking of getting away for a few days next week, but you know, there's this pesky little global pandemic thing. Sigh. We shall see what happens. We have not been away since 2016. This is not ideal, but what can you do.
I've completed a tremendous amount of paperwork in order to commence this casual position. I'm starting to understand why people never leave council or government jobs. There's so much red tape!
On Saturday, I went with Mickey Blue Eyes to check out where the library branch is. It's right near a favourite old cake shop I haven't been to in DECADES. We had a pleasant little stroll down memory lane recalling the time we got sausage rolls and I accidentally squirted one of those little squeezey tomato sauce sachets all over my front. As we were dressed up and on our way somewhere (can't recall where), it was most inconvenient. Thinking about it now is curious because I'm not even particularly keen on ingesting tomato sauce let alone wearing it. Weird.
Oh yes, there's also an op shop in the same street. Could be dangerous. Or delightful! Cakies and books FTW!
Anyway, wish me luck! I may need it. As we were heading back to the carpark a black cat sauntered directly across our path. Good thing I'm not superstitious. Not AT ALL. Nope. No way. Not me. Well, not really. Gulp. Shudder.
See you on the flipside!
Until next time,
Ness
PS. On Sunday we were in a different carpark and another car reversed out straight into the back passenger side of our car. Nothing to do with the black cat thing, right? Superstitions are all complete nonsense, RIGHT? Good. Therefore crappy things can't happen in threes... I hope. Fingers crossed!
