Everyone in the world was at Target today. At 3:30 on a Monday! Well, ok, it was more like the entire incoming freshman class of the UW was there, rolling their eyes as their parents trailed them with carts saying things like, "Shower gel! Do you need some shower gel? HOW CAN YOU NOT NEED SHOWER GEL?"
I believe that one of these eighteen year-olds would have paid me to have his or her mother follow me around instead and shout out items from my list at me, which frankly would have been quite helpful. Thank goodness I did not require any assistance from Target personnel because there was just no way of telling who worked there, what with every other person wearing a red Wisconsin t-shirt.
If I had been thinking, I might have avoided all of this by making a pilgrimage to the Madison area's, nay Wisconsin's, very first SuperTarget! I haven't been there yet, but I'm pretty sure that it's going to be SuperAwesome.
Hey, did you know that I moved again? I'm all unpacked and I've even hung a few things on the walls. I have yet to check out the attic storage situation, so there is still a pile o' boxes and rubbermaids obstrucing my lake view. (You have to stand at the right diagonal from one end of the window and look in the far corner, but you can indeed see the lake.) I'd love to show you a picture of my new marble fireplace with its EIGHT FOOT LONG mantle (it's a foot and a half deep - I'm going to need way bigger tchotchkes) but alas, I have no camera. It turns out that the hardwood floors aren't so much "new" as "what must have been under the carpet", but they're plenty nice. Except in the bedroom where they are brand new but fakety wood laminate. Fakey, yes, but also nice and slidey in these here socks.
Sadly, the cell phone reception is, if possible, even worse here than in my old apartment. I pretty much have to stand directly next to the front window in my bedroom. Which is why I have observed the giant mutant racoon-bears that inhabit my neighborhood. Also why I spent the full hour of my phone call with Microsoft customer support last Tuesday with one foot on my bed and my computer balanced on my knee. That counts as pilates or something, right?
And in work-related news, I received an acrostic poem of my name from one of my students. It reads:
Rockin & Rolling!
Is nice & caring!
Awww. And also HA! Overacheiver, right there in multi-colored crayon! Who can argue with that?
Ok, probably lots of you. In my student's defense, she didn't have a lot of O words to work with. Organized? Nope. On top of things? Rarely. Ostentatious? I think not. Ornery? Well...getting warmer, but this student is a well-behaved little girl so she hasn't seen that side of Miss Lori. Obstinate? There you have it.
And finally, on the Oh My God, My Job Ends This Friday and I Don't Have Another Job Yet front: on-line applications. Why? Why do I need to type out all of my previous jobs and what I did there? This is why I have a resume. Perhaps I could attach it? No? Really, the filling in the form? Sigh. (Please hire me.)