Let’s see. Taken from an LJ meme: Jobs I’ve had, as delineated by the summers I did the jobs until I started working year-round instead of just summers. :) public library volunteer, age 9 & 10 babysitter, age 12 & 13 cannery worker, ages 14-17 grocery store bagger, age 15 fast food worker, age 18 deli worker archives assistant* interlibrary loan assistant data entry drone secretary/phone information/internet signup tech support web designer technical writer web designer author* *an awesome job. I’d love to do it again. Wow, that’s quite a…
jobses we’ve hadses
Let’s see. Taken from and others. Jobs I’ve had, as delineated by the summers I did the jobs until I started working year-round instead of just summers. :) public library volunteer, age 9 & 10 babysitter, age 12 & 13 cannery worker, ages 14-17 grocery store bagger, age 15 fast food worker, age 18 deli worker archives assistant* interlibrary loan assistant data entry drone secretary/phone information/internet signup tech support web designer technical writer web designer author *an awesome job. I’d love to do it again. Wow, that’s quite a lot…
continuing family things
So — did I say this? Friday, Ted and I successfully had lunch with Anna and Dara, which was not only lots of fun but also very cool, simply because I hadn’t seen them since, er, 1997. Ye gods. We talked for an hour, before Anna had to go back to work, and then trundled on home where we got to pack everything up and go to the new not-ground-floor-really condo. By that time, my back was in full-on spasm mode, which, y’know, sucked. I think we did the family…
a hundred trillion
There are about a hundred trillion Christmas photos here. If you just want to go for the cute, the pictures of Breic start on this page. Because I can, now I will post some of my faaaaaavorites. Breic Hugh: Deirdre, Grandma and Catie watch Ted lift Breic WAY UP HIGH!
now that I think about it
Now that I think about it, there were more comedy of error things than I reported in my oh-so-succinct writeup earlier. :) First off, the plane managed to leave more or less on time, which was nice, and we got into Seattle fine, and rented a couple of cars, then drove to the place we were staying, which was supposed to be a ground-floor 3 bedroom unit. Well, it /was/ a 3-bedroom unit, but it was on the 3rd floor. Have I mentioned that I’m afraid of heights? And that…