April 24, 2004

• YES.

  
  

  My driving record has arrived at last after a two-week wait. The petition probably got hung up with some La-Z-Boy-modelling secretary who picked up the envelope, took a giggly personal call from a girl friend, dropped the envelope aside, went out to have a cigarette, came back in, struck up an idle conversation in the corridor, had a cup of coffee, made another laugh-parade personal call, looked down, saw the envelope lying there, and lazily fingerbrushed the peanut shells off of it before tossing it in the 'Pithy Third-Level Civil Servants' basket to collect dust for a few days. Ah, but what's to matter? The record is here, it is squeaky clean, and it is now safely ensconced with my job application, which I'm dropping off first thing Monday morning.

  
  

  Now all that's left is to hope and pray to the Man Upstairs that this job happens. Hell, as long as it goes through, I don't give a damn about finding lodging right away - if things work out as hoped, and I have roiling tidal waves of faith and confidence that they will, it won't be a problem during the summer and hopefully after.

  
  

  Another high-school classmate of mine is in the slammer. Charge is assault this time. After the armed robbers, the vandals, the countless DWIs and the double murderer, I guess it was only a matter of time. (Of course, those of you who are from stinkwell urban sprawls are probably asking now what's to tsk-tsk about...see the beauty of small-town America now? )

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