Saturday, October 25, 2008

The joys of inanities

The Reuters interview was a small success, although it wasn't the one I had mentioned before. I sent the editor a thank you note the following day and she immediately responded that it had been a pleasure to meet me and that I should be expecting a call from her very soon. Good sign?

Hopefully ... a great sign.

If all goes well, I'll be working as an online editor for the company, handling the news for Canada, the US, and the UK. What a treat and a dream.

My mom's been fantastic, of course. She said that if I get the job, great. If not, she's taking me to the Bahamas. Now if that's not a sign of low expectations, then I don't know what is.


My sister and I were supposed to go jogging today. Instead, we ran around the kid's playground, pretending to be ninjas, airplanes, and spinning tops.

I also mistook a garbage can for a homeless man.


My mom tends to print out employee paycheck receipts on scrap paper. The other day, I turned one over and a penis stared back at me. "Vas deferens," I read aloud. Yup, definitely a drooper. I showed my mom. "Do you know April's receipt has a ... male organ behind it?"

"What you say?"

"Ma! You printed it on a diagram of a penis!"

"Ooooh. Cut off, please!"

She had taken my brother's health ed. activity sheet and used it, absent-mindedly, for work. Luckily for everyone else, the others only contained a hint of scrotum.