Thursday, August 17, 2006
Yes, it's true--I got the phone call this morning!!
When I moved down here I made a list of places where I most wanted to work. There was one boldly labeled, First Choice, at the very tip top of the page. From there the list extended into a series of possibilities.
Well, I'm excited to say that the pants worked: I got #1!
I'll work somewhere with a door within a door--where there's a purple little person door inside of a big person door. I'll work somewhere that is filled with words and art and kids and 6 cats (one, who I met, is named Lemony Snicket), 2 chickens who run around underfoot, 2 rats who live in the floorboards of the scary book section, a bunch of fish who live in the bathroom mirror (that you can only see when the lights are turned off!), a tarantula, doves, and an assortment of who-knows-what-sorts-of-mysteries-I'll-find, but am sure to meet soon.
I'm going to work somewhere that magic exists. I'll get to read stories to kids, meet authors, and write book reviews. I get to work somewhere that words and art happily co-exist. Oh joy! Oh joy! And to make it even better, they asked me if I'd be willing to do the in-store and front window art (well, uh, sure!!)--which, according to them, attracts enough attention to make me both nervous and excited!
Sound too good to be true? Well, the fact that I'll be working well below the poverty line is keeping me grounded. I'll need another job. But I can't complain. This is what I've been hoping for: a chance for language to come alive again...something to get my head out of its grad school funk.
Thank you Pants! I have a feeling that there will be much more good to come out of this than I even realize. Just a feeling, but....