Blogger moved me to the New Blogger, for "an improved web experience".
Uh-huh.
I'll give it a try, and if it's as bad as it was when I tried it a month ago, I'll consider moving to Word Press.
Meanwhile, I'm applying for a job in Duluth!
Zenith Bookstore is hiring--I was just there this Monday.
And (t)here I am in 2018:
(OK, it's easy to size uploaded photos now. That's good.)
I love Duluth and have long thought I'd maybe like to live there.
But I think I might be crazy to trade in such a meaningful job for a less meaningful one. I mean, yeah, bookstores are meaningful in themselves, and this one does carry used books.
But...
There'd be no Mr Linens, who last week shared with me a bag of squashed Skittles (we get such damaged goods from our reject-food warehouse) and a canister of pepper spray.
"Take it home and practice with it," he said of the spray. "And if you need, USE IT! Be safe out there."
Yeah. Probably don't want to move.
BUT... I like the reflection that comes with job hunting, so I'm going to apply. It's like joining the dating sites: Welp, don't want that.
(Or, do want that.)
The best thing I got from the dating sites (which I'm entirely off now) was a sense of the Wider World.
There are lots of people out there.
The world is convulsing---it always is, but during Covid and the uprising for Black Lives, it's more obviously doing so right under my feet.
How do I keep my balance?
How do I help others?
How do I help myself?
I'm always pointing to this scene in Toy Story 3.
In hell? HOLD HANDS!!!
