And My New Life as a Jersey Girl
Over the last two weeks or so Dan and I have been moving to New Jersey. Because that’s where the jobs are? Well, his anyway. I will continue to flounder like a moron and blame it on the economy or something. The sad thing about school jobs (besides the fact that they are school jobs) is that they don’t usually come up after the school year starts. So I get to fish secondhand gossip out of him as to who is hateful or hated and what that means for the chances of an opening I’m qualified to fill.
In the meantime I’ve made it my job to get the apartment settled, which you can see is going quite well by the fact that I have secured us the near-slowest DSL connection in the first world – because that is Your Option here in communist Jersey. (Actually, it’s not that bad, unless you’d like to play intense Flash games for an hour. And I shouldn’t, so thanks DSL!) I have also stopped consuming soda on the increasingly regular basis I had been in Syracuse, as that seems to have contributed to my recent severe dehydration / hospital visit for angry gallbladder full of stones with nowhere to put them. So, maybe the internet really is slow, I’ve just stopped moving at a rate where I’d be able to notice it. Convenient.
Within tolerable driving distance from our teeny township is a pretty great comic shop, which makes us both very happy. On our scouting mission I grabbed Faith Erin Hick’s Friends With Boys, and devoured it in two days. Part of my pretense was that I was checking its relevancy for the high school’s library – but mostly it was beautiful and I wanted it.
I will admit that I didn’t know anything about the ghostly aspect of the book – a story about a lone sister among brothers, all who have been homeschooled until they start high school, who is now the last of the siblings entering the hellhole that is public education. I liked the story already, but when I read the inside flap and saw the ghost thing, I’ll admit my first reaction was “Wait, didn’t I already read Anya’s Ghost?”
Never fear, dear reader, the similarities end at “ghost”. Okay, and at “teen girl uncomfortable in high school.” But so many of our own lives fit those descriptions, right? No? Oh. Anyway, it was a great story about the shitty things we do to each other in high school (cliche and otherwise), and how we might be okay and get through if we can connect with a friend or a sibling. And the character of Lucy reminds me a lot of Gaiman’s Delirium, which may be totally unintentional, but I like it.
The rest of my day is going to be spent on Figuring My Shit Out. Where does an artsy-fartsy tech-savvy sorta-blind librarian go on this internet to get a job, anyway? Yikes!