Wednesday, August 30, 2006
A strange day. Left home a bit before noon because I'm taking a French class before work on Wednesdays--there was a cop in the yard a couple doors down just standing there. I waved at him, he didn't respond, then as I approached the staircase to York Road I said "How's it going?" and he started gesturing with his right arm for me to move quickly. Then I noticed he had his gun out. At the bottom of the steps were two more cops with hands on their guns, and a third was leashing a dog to get him out of a parked van. Then I heard the 'copter over head and figured somebody had escaped the Baltimore County Detention Center--somehow they always end up hiding in our neighborhood.
French class was surreal. After a summer of neglect I had to start thinking and communicating in a different language again. This should be the last undergraduate French class I need for my second BA. Who knows what's next?
I was joking with Eskimo today that I was sure nobody had volunteered for the new Liberry Director's committees, and that somebody would get volunteered for those open slots. Sure enough, I was roped into the Marketing Committee by my bossnot ten minutes later. Awful. The new Director said last week she wants to 'brand' the Liberry, and such talk makes me vomit. Next she'll tell us to "get our team together, think outside the box, and come up with some proactive solutions." Ugh.