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May. 3rd, 2004 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseAnd...the Friends House called me back.
I of course hadn't switched the phone back from the 'vibrate' alert mode that it had been on in case of phone calls while I was in the library (it's not completely silent, as I usually get startled and squeak and drop things when the phone rings, but at least this way the squeaking and dropping things aren't accompanied by an odd little tune at the same time (and it freaks me out because other people have my same cellphone, so some times someone else's phone will ring and I will try to answer mine.)). But I was reading at the time they called, and the reason it plays an annoying little tune in general is that I read with all my attention, and only annoying loud tunes are enough to remind me to pick up the phone.
Anyways, they were calling to set up an appointment for the interview. I don't know if some of my references were like, lightning quick, or if they just like my application that much or what. (Possibly, going to meeting yesterday was a useful thing. We will pretend it was, to distract us from that which makes us grumpy.) But of course they're gone now, too late to call, so I left a message, and will call back in the morning. Bah. Anyways, assuming the time they offered is still free, I will be meeting with them next thursday at 5:30 and staying for dinner with the house. I'm excited, yet scared.
At the Library, I took out a book by James Schmitz called Eternal Frontiers. I was all excited because I love his stuff, and I never manage to read enough of it, and there was a whole book I hadn't read yet. And it is fabulous--it's short stories, and he's a weird sort of pulp/space opera/fantasy that I just adore, so the stories are very good and I'm enjoying the book. But, and I shouldn't need to tell you how wrong this is, this is the only book by him that the *entire system* has. Now, this guy wrote the Witches of Karres, possibly my favorite novel ever (even though adult guys and teen girls kinda squicks me, at least these girls are explained as not being normal teen girls, and also being older than they look), and which is available for library use only there. He also wrote several novels about, what did the book call them...Homo Excelsior--psy type characters. And I've got all them, though i haven't started them, and a collection called Agent of Vega, and one called the Hub. These are all Baen re-releases, out over the last few years, and they're new and shiny and of the 6 or so books out there, the library has one, and it's not even his novel. THey have copies of a few of his stuff, but not anywhere people can take them out of the library. Bah.
I of course hadn't switched the phone back from the 'vibrate' alert mode that it had been on in case of phone calls while I was in the library (it's not completely silent, as I usually get startled and squeak and drop things when the phone rings, but at least this way the squeaking and dropping things aren't accompanied by an odd little tune at the same time (and it freaks me out because other people have my same cellphone, so some times someone else's phone will ring and I will try to answer mine.)). But I was reading at the time they called, and the reason it plays an annoying little tune in general is that I read with all my attention, and only annoying loud tunes are enough to remind me to pick up the phone.
Anyways, they were calling to set up an appointment for the interview. I don't know if some of my references were like, lightning quick, or if they just like my application that much or what. (Possibly, going to meeting yesterday was a useful thing. We will pretend it was, to distract us from that which makes us grumpy.) But of course they're gone now, too late to call, so I left a message, and will call back in the morning. Bah. Anyways, assuming the time they offered is still free, I will be meeting with them next thursday at 5:30 and staying for dinner with the house. I'm excited, yet scared.
At the Library, I took out a book by James Schmitz called Eternal Frontiers. I was all excited because I love his stuff, and I never manage to read enough of it, and there was a whole book I hadn't read yet. And it is fabulous--it's short stories, and he's a weird sort of pulp/space opera/fantasy that I just adore, so the stories are very good and I'm enjoying the book. But, and I shouldn't need to tell you how wrong this is, this is the only book by him that the *entire system* has. Now, this guy wrote the Witches of Karres, possibly my favorite novel ever (even though adult guys and teen girls kinda squicks me, at least these girls are explained as not being normal teen girls, and also being older than they look), and which is available for library use only there. He also wrote several novels about, what did the book call them...Homo Excelsior--psy type characters. And I've got all them, though i haven't started them, and a collection called Agent of Vega, and one called the Hub. These are all Baen re-releases, out over the last few years, and they're new and shiny and of the 6 or so books out there, the library has one, and it's not even his novel. THey have copies of a few of his stuff, but not anywhere people can take them out of the library. Bah.
