Interacting with Humans

1. Our local community police officer came to visit this morning. Steve invited him because Steve is the police liason for our residents' assocation and because we wanted to complain to someone with a gun about how we can't stand our neighbor in hopes that he might decide that he also can't stand our neighbor and would like to shoot him in the kneecap a little bit to teach him to keep his music down. The neighbor has another annoying habit of parking on the sidewalk directly in front of the gate entrance into our complex, causing our friend Linda to have to push her grandson in his wheelchair out into the street to get around our rude neighbor's car. We mentioned this to the police officer, but even with our emphasis on grannies and disabled children he didn't promise to throw our neighbor in jail, just to investigate giving him a ticket. I would like to see the neighbor receive a ticket. To jail.

2. I hung out with a group of teenage girls Tuesday night. We danced. I did a lot of literal hip shaking and one of the girls unsuccessfully tried to teach me how to do a body roll. I remembered that while I have experience working with teenagers, I really do better with 3-year-olds. When I wasn't promising to import Mike & Ike's from America and shaking what my mama gave me, I was thinking that they are all really going to regret wearing those leggings in a few years.

3. In addition to my bookstore job, which I haven't started yet, I have a part-time Internet research job which I do from home. It's tedious and intellectually unfulfilling but I can do it in my pajamas while I talk to Pinchy on the phone, so that's good. It's a job that limits my human interaction and sometimes keeps me in the house all day. Maybe that's for the best, though, because when I interact with humans I promise them Mike and Ike's and try to get people thrown in jail.