I had to make some copies yesterday, my first time using the copier here. I was very pleased to see the "paper trolls" Dilbert taped up to the wall next to the copier.
I think the "book the conference room for every day of the year" Dilbert that I taped to the conference-room door at my former place of work is still there.
Had my first copyediting class last night. The instructor has been in publishing for a long time and currently works as a freelance copyeditor. It looks like it's going to be a good class, and I think the instructor will be a good source of information about the business. I'm not sure how exciting the bits will be where she goes over grammar and punctuation, since I feel that I already have a decent grasp of those. I imagine she will be able to give some pointers on common pitfalls, though, so that might be useful.
I had found out that someone I know only in online form has a Thursday class at the same place starting 15 minutes after my class ends. Her email suggested that we might see each other there sometime. I suggested that we could meet just outside the building or posisbly for a quick cup of hot chocolate next door. I didn't hear back, but I figured I could stand around for 15 minutes just in case.
So I stood there under my umbrella after my class for 15 minutes, watching the people come in for classes. Every female that walked by, I asked myself "Could that be her?" I got looked at by just about every one of those females, so there were about 10 times that I was thinking it was her. And every time I was trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't soundy creepy or stalkerish. Anyway, no one stopped and said "Kevin?" to me.
I think I could make a good creepy stalker, if I were inclined that way. But, really, I'm not.
Through no hard work on my part, the new Grade 6 Student Edition has been sent to the printers. In celebration of this, I'm invited to go to lunch at Bertucci's on Tuesday. I only have to let them know if I'm not going. Well, twist my arm and make me eat free pizza. I guess I got on the invite list because I'm technically in Math Editorial. So, hey, who am I to argue with free food. Well, okay, my stomach will argue, but I won't.