Alone in the office again. So far, the UPS guy came in to drop off a package and a lost guy looking for the dermatologist’s office stopped by. I don’t really like to admit this, but I really hate being alone here with strange people coming in. Being afraid of people seems kind of wimpy to me.

I went out to dinner with trivia Linda, her husband, daughter and grandson and then just Linda and I went to trivia. I was disappointed that Tom didn’t come, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared it would be. Linda’s grandson is hilarious. He’s 2 ½ and very social. He told me that my eyes were pretty and then he told me that his eyes were pretty. He also gave some pretty impressive imitations of elk noises. The family actually didn’t argue much at all—I was shocked. They all seemed happy for once and I was glad to see it. We sucked at trivia and toward the end of the game these two couples came and sat in the booth behind us and the guys were smoking cigars. I thought I could stand it for what was left of the game, but I started coughing and getting a headache—so we picked up and moved to another table. They thought it was pretty funny. I glared over at them as much as I could, but there was a cute guy between us and them and I didn’t want him to think I was glaring at him.

Linda works on the mental health unit at the local hospital. I talked to her about the possibility of working part-time at the hospital. I’m not certain that I want to do this. I’m not excited about giving up any free time. On the other hand, I could use some more money and I don’t have any experience in the hospital setting. Another reference and the assessment and crisis training could also prove valuable I suppose. I guess I will send my resume in and see where the chips fall. I would like to be more of a let’s-see-where-the-chips-fall kind of woman. This is as good a way to do that as any.

Between dinner and trivia, I stopped at Sheetz, but as I entered the lot, I forgot why I was there. I started heading toward the gas pumps and then suddenly remembered that I wanted to go in and buy a powerball ticket so I confused the crap out of the guy behind me by basically doing a u-turn back to the parking spaces. When I got out of the car, I was faced with an old man with summer teeth (some ‘er there, some ain’t) who expressed his confusion. I explained in classic scatterbrained terms that I simply forgot why I was going there. He was proud of himself for being alert enough to prevent an accident. I just let him think that I hadn’t been paying attention and was lucky that he had been watching out because it cost me nothing. When I went in and asked for a powerball ticket, he mocked some moral reproach as he asked “Oh, so you came in here to gamble?” I flashed an innocent look and gave an emphatic “YEAH!” Then I heard him ask for Copenhagen and thought I should have asked him the same question.

I guess that is all I have to report right now.

Love to all.