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Shobhit worked 5-9 last night, just as he will again tonight—and, both nights are movie-going nights for me. Last night was a solo outing: I went straight from work, first catching a bus that caught up with me on 3rd Avenue to finally return my last library book, then I walked back the few blocks to Pacific Place for a 5:15 showing of
One Life. It stars Anthony Hopkins as the elder Nicholas Winton, who was a British man who managed to get 669 children, mostly Jewish, out of Czechoslovakia by train just before the Nazis arrived in 1939. I quite liked the movie, which I went in feeling it would be merely fine, but I found myself really taken in by it.
I got out of Pacific Place at 7:18, and had three minutes to get over to Pike Street and catch a #11 the rest of the way up the hill to home. I could have walked, but I liked the idea of saving a few minutes so I could have my review written comfortably before Shobhit got home from work.
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Shobhit got a couple of shot glasses of whiskey from work because we are out of whiskey at home, and he wanted to have hot toddies, which I put together for us. We drank them together in the living room, until we got into a big fight over something unbelievably stupid. I'm not even going to get into it, even though I might see this again years from now and wonder what the hell it was about. It doesn't matter. Everythin we get in a huge fight over is something stupid.
My day then did not start on the brightest note this morning either. The weather has been so nice the past few days, I decided I would ride my bike to work, for the first time this year. I figured the tires would be fine, maybe slightly deflated from lack of use since September or October, whenever I last rode. I took the pump down with me, but the last time I got the tire replaced, the spout thing the pump attaches to was different, and I guess I did not attach the pump right—the piece on the tire just snapped right off, leaving a hole through which the tire's air immediately escaped. So, so much for riding to work. Sometime this week now I need to take my bike back to the shop for a replacement tube. Wonderful.
We had a prep meeting this morning at work, led by Justine and also including Noah and Steven—this is the panel I'll be a part of for the interviews for a new Grocery Merchandiser. We have three interviews scheduled for tomorrow, and we revised and rearranged questions that had been used for when Shelley was hired. The first two interviews are in person, both in the morning; the third will be hybrid because the person currently lives out of state, in the afternoon. I also have a team meeting in the afternoon right after lunch with Gabby and Amy, so I have
four meetings tomorrow—three an hour long, one half an hour. So my Wednesday is pretty much already gone and it's only Tuesday.
—Oops! I spoke too soon: just after I finished writing the above, Justine sent out
another calendar event, this one a half-hour "post interview debrief." Preumably that's when we'll come to a concensus on who we like best. So, I have four solid hours of meetings tomorrow.
But it's okay! It'll be a new experience for me and I'll learn something, I'm sure.
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[posted 12:34 pm]
