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Stumpage Reports
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Thursday, March 27, 2003 :::
Hello, My Name is Billy Bob and I Don't Give A Damn
We had an exam tonight in my Preservation class. I spent a lot of time this afternoon at work shooting the bull and studying with UVA Debutant Girl and UVA Married Guy. Girl is in the class, Guy has already taken it. We are all graduating in about five weeks and it is hard to tell who is more tired and unmotivated about school. I love school, I love reading, writing, and studying history but I'm tired. I am ready for a break. We all agreed there should be a class the last semester called "Career Strategies" where you make a resume and show it to your advisor and spend your time applying for jobs. I had two job applications to fill out this afternoon but needed to study for the darn test.
One of the job applications is for a position as one of the sun-shunning moles in the technical services department at the university library. Its nothing to do with my major and I'm overqualified for it but its a full-time state job with decent pay and you don't have to wait on the public. One of the spaces on the job application was for your "career goals." I wanted to put in there, "Get back at the government trough, give me enough work to keep me busy, and leave me the hell alone." Instead I put something in there about pursuing a career at an academic library.
Honesty Pays
The school library is having their annual book sale this week and I must say it sure sucks compared to last year. I got three volumes from this children's history series called The American Heritage Junior Library. I have 95% of the set but I keep buying them when I see them in nice shape, taking a chance I'm getting one I don't already have. My brother enjoys them too so I give my doubles to him. These things were in the regular non-fiction section of the book sale. As I stood in line I saw much to my chagrin the prices were $4 for a hardcover. I wondered about spending $12 on some books I might already have and briefly considered trying to pass them off as children's books which were only $2 each. When I got the register the lady said "Were these in the children's books section?" I briefly thought about saying yes, but then told her they were in the adult section. She looked at them and said "They look like children's books." I answered, "They do say 'junior' on them." She said "You're right, $6." So I got them cheaper without the associated guilt.
Dead Milkmen Lyrics can be found here.
Quote of the Day:
I never saw my mother, to know her as such, more than four or five times in my life; and each of these times was very short in duration, and at night. She was hired by a Mr. Stewart, who lived about twelve miles from my home. She made her journeys to see me in the night, travelling the whole distance on foot, after the performance of her day's work. She was a field hand, and a whipping is the penalty of not being in the field at sunrise, unless a slave has special permission from his or her master to the contrary--a permission which they seldom get, and one that gives to him that gives it the proud name of being a kind master. I do not recollect of ever seeing my mother by the light of day.
--- Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. Written by Himself, 1845.
::: posted by tom at 11:54 PM
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