OK - I know money isn’t everything. I’m told there are jobs that pay well and are enjoyable. But consider me a little surprised when I found this note in my adjunct email account for a neighboring educational institution (emphasis added by me):
Executive Assistant to VP Institutional Advancement - $30,000+ DOE - Associates degree or combination of education and experience; bachelors degree preferred.
I got around to watching the premiere episode of In Plain Sight last night, USA's newest summer filler show. As you're aware, I’mahugePsychfan, and they’ve been promoting it pretty hard during Psych episodes for almost a year. I thought I’d give it a shot.
The story centers around a US Marshall that works with people in the Witness Protection Program. Just keep that detail in mind for a second.
Overall impression of the pilot? Meh. Or a happier spin: there’s a lot or room to improve. It wasn’t so bad that I won’t give it another shot, but they won’t get too many more. As one IMDB reviewer put it, “this show is disjointed and the plot was confusing. […] Still, there is something to this show with an original idea and will, IMHO, develop into a decent show.”
But a TV reviewer I am not. I give you all this preamble about the show because despite a somewhat shaky foundation, there was one great quote I wish to share:
We all live in hiding. And one way or another each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it. Others because they don’t like being seen. And then there are the special cases—the ones that hide because —because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.
Picture a pair of Kerouacs armed with Sharpies and erasers and righteous indignation—holding back a flood of mixed metaphors and spelling mistakes and extraneous punctuation so commonplace we rarely notice it anymore. But they are 28 and idealistic. Graduates of Dartmouth College, they are old friends with a schoolmarm’s irritation at conspicuous errors, and despite their mild and somewhat nerdy exteriors, they have serious nerve. Deck lives outside Boston; Herson lives outside Washington. And together, they are TEAL—the Typo Eradication Advancement League—and they are between jobs.
The link above is to a newspaper article about them. Here’s their site with map and examples of typos fixed (like this one of Missoula).
As stated earlier, the roof of the building where I work is now my favorite place there. Some roof-related randomness:
I’m terrified of heights, but I love me a good roof or balcony to perch upon.
Despite the fact that just yesterday the side of our building blew down into the street due to high winds, I found myself on top of the same old decrepit building. More than once I thought that this wasn’t a terribly smart thing to do.
Climbing ladders always makes my feet cramp. And by cramp, I mean my feet try to fold themselves in half against my will. Just with ladders. That’s odd, right?
I panic when it comes to getting back on the top of a ladder to get back down.
A roof without lawn furniture is a bit like a big bald guy without a tattoo. (hrm - maybe that one needs some work)
I’ve got two free tickets for this Saturday mornings (24th) 9:00 a.m. showing of the new Indiana Jones flick. One ticket is mine; the other could be yours.
The movie is showing at the Stadium 8 at Sunset Corner here in St. George. The show and tickets are being sponsored by SunFirst Bank, so if you’d like to use my extra ticket, it’s advisable that you don’t harbor any nasty feelings towards the bank or its employees.
Note that I didn’t say you had to like me. I mean, you can sit where ever you want. But I’ll still call it a date.1 Fine - a man date, if you must.
So - wanna be my date? Drop me a comment.
1 I’m a crappy dater. Sure, I might pick you up. But I’m not buying dinner (brunch?) and I don’t put out.