Today, at 4:00 PM, I have an interview. No, I'm not getting a job. I'm interviewing an editor for my school final project (in lieu of a final exam...I think I'd prefer the exam!). I was lucky to be the first to ask the editor who did a talk about fact-checking in our last class...otherwise, I'd have to try cold-calling someone from the newspaper or something. I'm glad I was able to avoid that. And now, since I've already met this editor and I know that she is friendly and nice and bubbly and talkative, I'm not as nervous as I would be otherwise.
I have to come up with some good questions, which have to be handed in with the profile I have to write. My instructor was going to email me some notes from her Magazine Writing course, but she hasn't. I'll just have to wing it with what I can find on the internet. I think I've come up with some decent ones.
Today is the deadline for the contract of the house we want to buy. I don't know what's going to happen, and frankly, I don't care.
Last night at supper, I was getting JK's highchair ready for her to sit in, when she reached up on the table and grabbed the handle of the roaster I had just taken out of the oven. I didn't think she'd be able to reach it. She has a little burn on her finger. It is a bit swollen today, but not blistered. Now she knows the meaning of "hot", which is one of her favourite words to say. It makes me sad.
Today, at 4:00 PM, I have an interview. No, I'm not getting a job. I'm interviewing an editor for my school final project (in lieu of a final exam...I think I'd prefer the exam!). I was lucky to be the first to ask the editor who did a talk about fact-checking in our last class...otherwise, I'd have to try cold-calling someone from the newspaper or something. I'm glad I was able to avoid that. And now, since I've already met this editor and I know that she is friendly and nice and bubbly and talkative, I'm not as nervous as I would be otherwise.
I have to come up with some good questions, which have to be handed in with the profile I have to write. My instructor was going to email me some notes from her Magazine Writing course, but she hasn't. I'll just have to wing it with what I can find on the internet. I think I've come up with some decent ones.
Today is the deadline for the contract of the house we want to buy. I don't know what's going to happen, and frankly, I don't care.
Last night at supper, I was getting JK's highchair ready for her to sit in, when she reached up on the table and grabbed the handle of the roaster I had just taken out of the oven. I didn't think she'd be able to reach it. She has a little burn on her finger. It is a bit swollen today, but not blistered. Now she knows the meaning of "hot", which is one of her favourite words to say. It makes me sad.
Poor JK! Give her lots of kisses for me! And poor mama, Tell K to give you a hug for me! I hope your interview went well.
ReplyDeleteLove ya sis!