Tom is Away

deep into job hunting, I now realize I have absolutely no idea how to effectively search for a job.

ripping up a fence. hoping it’s easier than it sounds.

luggag received. outrage at courier dissipates when it’s revealed that he’s a barely mobile, half-dead old man, who is also either courier-ing a dying woman, or is carting his half-dead wife around with him on this job that, presumably, he’s doing because he had all of his savings stolen by unscrupulous investment scumbags (i’m guessing on the last part).

now, out to dinner with mom.

hey, luggage courier– “after lunch” definitely does not mean “before dinner.”

Barrelhouse updated

luggage recovered. Waiting on luggage delivery. Firmly entrenched in the 4-6 hour time range for delivery.

receiving late assignments from a student, despite the fact that our course ended a week ago and I already turned in final grades.

Kevin Turner fighting for his life

two days, no luggage. getting concerned.

waiting to hear from airport re: lost luggage.

(also– home).

preparing for return to real life.

Drinkin wine, spodeodee

Drinkin wine, spodeodee

scrambling to finish summer grading before super-fancy dinner.

ORCAS!

Trying to figure out what young people do on vacation, because everywhere we go, its a bunch of old people and us.

Turns out a key part of seeing whales is sitting on a motionless boat for a long time while listening (but never partaking) to inane small talk

Up before 6 am. Gotta go catch some whales

Panhandler’s sign: “too ugly to prostitute. I likke pot and fat chicks.”

Biggest disappointment so far- not meeting Frasier yet.