This job actually looks interesting. It probably pays crap, though. Well, hopefully, by the time I'm looking for another job, I'll either have a roommate or freelance work or both, so taking a job that pays slightly less than I'm making now might be feasible. We'll see.
Bus was late, so was standing outside in the cold longer than usual. Then there were delays on the Orange Line, so I ended up getting on the third train that came by at Sullivan. Cold standing out there, too.
I thought looking at these 2nd pages would be easy. However, I found out that, for a few of the lessons, they weren't seeing my edits, so they made the edits that I'd already made, so I have to check a lot more stuff. They eventually found out what they were doing wrong (I remember this from a while back), so it won't be a problem anymore, but I'll still have to deal with it for these files.
Meeting today at 10:30. Let's hope I don't forget.
Last night was a lot of fun. There were five of us for the story reading. magid read a wonderful book called The Very Persistent Gappers of Frip. Really excellent. Then majes read the first chapter of something he wrote, and it was excellent. I've known that majes is a wonderful storyteller, and it's nice to see that this translates to prose as well. Then geeyodi read a couple of essays and a poem that she had written a while ago. Very nice imagery, especially with the chocolate mousse. And she said that she'd probably write some new stuff for next time! It feels really good to be motivating people to write stuff. Then theora read a portion of The Princess Bride, where Inigo and Fessik (I haven't read the book, so I really have no idea how to spell their names) went down through the Zoo of Death. I was the only one there who hadn't read the book before, so I probably got the most enjoyment out of it. Then I read a short story called "Empowered", in which a superhero has to deal with the realities of our litigious society. Then I read a letter that my mom had written for the evening, in place of a piece of prose that she had tried to write. It was very nice, and there were not a few wet eyes at the end of it. Yesterday was my brother's birthday, so, of course, the letter touched on that. That reminds me: I need to send her an email. Then magid read a short story by Ursula K. LeGuinn (is that how you spell her name? I'm too lazy to look it up) about disappearing time. Very silly.
A very good time was had by all, I think, and I'm looking forward to the next one. I think the next one will be on a Thursday. For anyone interested in coming, are there any particular Thursdays in February that are better or worse than others?