A post from somewhere not so close to the edge.

            I have a job again.  Took up until now for them to get back to me, but I’m working again.  So once more I am selling books and brewing espresso.  I climb into the indie saddle and ride the caffeinated horse.  This time around I’m working at a different store.  Same chain, though.  I just don’t think I could deal with the management there.  The General Manager is just so… inept.  No more!  This new store is farther, but it seems more laid back and yet more organized.  I hope it’s worth the location.  Today, being my second day, was interesting.  I was in the café nearly the whole time and even had an hour all alone.  It’s been so long since I’ve been trained to professionally sling beans.  But I dealt and it went well.  Met some cool co-workers too, though it seems like everyone is leaving soon.  So, books and coffee.  Thanks for the degree, Pitt.

            In recreational news I’ve been reading a lot.  A book called The Intern Blues.  Most of my friends will already recognize the title from me talking about it.  It’s the diaries of 3 first year medical interns at a New York City hospital program.  And it’s incredible.  The lives these people lead are nuts.  The program is nuts.  The system for getting internships and the internships themselves are insane.  I recommend this even if you’re not into non-fiction.  Its narrative is strong enough to be read as a collection of stories.  But knowing that everything happened, it’s really mind-boggling. 

            I’ve also been watching a bunch of films from Netflix.  Finally got to Read or Die.  Not everything I expected but still well worth the time I spent watching it.  It’s about a nefarious plot to obtain rare Beethoven manuscripts by cloning obscure literary peoples, such as insect specialists and Zen monks, to do the villain's bidding.  The main agent fighting back has the ability to control paper. 

            Gossip?  Not much.  The lady and I have been to exhausted to fight or anything juicy like that.  And most friends are MIA, off schedule or working elsewhere so there hasn’t been much craziness.  Hence the reading and movie bonanza.  In fact, I’ve been getting most of my entertainment from a few select blogs.  And I’m not too ashamed to say that I revel at the fun some people I know are reporting and smirk at some of the problems I see other people causing for themselves.  And am I being blocked by a serial trouble-maker?  Oh, it’s so high-school I could plotz!

            Oh, and I nearly forgot.  I entered (by way of much parental prodding) a short fiction contest from Moment magazine.  If you don’t know the publication, ask your Jewish friends or their parents.  The results aren’t out until October so I will not be holding my breath until then.