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I’ve got a huge list of things to do, but I can never remember them all when I have some time to do them. So I’ll post something.

The job search has got me down. Adecco (a staffing agency) called me last week right before we left for Richmond to say they had an opening I might be interested in. It pays about what I want, and it’s doing something that doesn’t sound hard. The only thing is that it’s for “a couple of months,” though the recruiter I talked to said the last time this particular company hired people to do this task, the project lasted two years. It’s temping, so there aren’t any benefits, but that’s okay.

But Adecco only processes and tests people Mon. thru Thurs. from 8 to 1. Which means I’d have to take off work to go jump through some hoops for a job that I may or may not get and which only may last for a couple of months. Berck doesn’t think I should ask for time off, though I wonder how much of his view comes from his experience with Adecco jerking him around when he worked for Verizon.

But will I ever get another job if I never take time off from the warehouse to interview and such? I don’t know.

I’m discouraged.

Anyone out there want g-mail invites? We have bunches between us now.

This may be the weirdest thing I’ve happened upon in quite some time. The following is an excerpt from a recent Amazon.com spam that made it’s way into my inbox:

Dear Amazon.com Customer,

Is “Anna Karenina” one the best novels ever written? Decide for yourself by diving into Tolstoy’s classic tale of doomed love, newly anointed as the latest selection in Oprah’s Book Club. Set against the cultural landscape of 19th-century Russian high society, it’s the book Nabokov called “one of the greatest love stories in world literature.” You can order your copy of “Anna Karenina” at a savings of 40% by following the link below.

I’m not sure if Oprah just acquired taste, or what. What’s even even more baffling is the edition she’s chosen is the recent translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky who just might be the best translators of Russian Lit ever.

I have the choice (presented by Berck) of journaling or cleaning the kitchen.

Berck is making sweet tea and possibly dinner. The tea is imperative for the caffeine… to crowd out the sleepy chemicals in our brains. We didn’t get much sleep the night before (having to get up early for the pre-memorial service breakfast at some kind Richmonders’ house… delicious, far better than the complementary hotel food) since Berck couldn’t sleep and kept me awake half the night talking. When he’s like that, he’ll wake me up several times after I’ve finally drifted off to tell me how much he loves me… sort of verbal white elephants; the gesture is appreciated, just not the timing.

Then, of course, we went to bed rather late last night and had to get up rather early this morning. Berck slept quite a bit on our double flights back home to Oklahoma, jerking awake everysooften to elbow and apologize to the guy sitting on the aisle. I love flying with Berck because he lets me sit by the window, so I don’t have to sit next to a stranger. Berck sleeping on airplanes is better than Berck awake, because he doesn’t bother me as much as I’m trying to read. He doesn’t like to read in the air for some reason, and the only other way to distract him is to give him a pair of headphones, though he pokes me every so often to make me to listen to some particular country song.

So we came home this afternoon and took a long nap. Berck woke me up around five, wisely deciding we wouldn’t sleep at all tonight if we didn’t get up then. Getting up out of bed proved to be too difficult right away, so we took turns drifting off and reawakening the other.

I think I’ll post this and start on another exciting installment of Berck and Joanna’s sleeping habits.

I’m not really sure that it’s of any great benefit, since the number of people waiting for connections in RIC is pretty small. But it’s a nice idea, free wireless. It does mean that in the few minutes we have before our zone gets called, that I get to post about RIC having wireless.

We’re very tired. It’s entirely too early to be conscious. Jonah’s Dad was able to change our ticket to this flight because it was later. Only 45 minutes later, but I suppose it’s worth something.

Jonah’s eyes are glazed over. Zones 1-4 are welcome to board.

I think I’m going to let Jonah journal about the rest of the weekend. It’s her job, really.