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Ok, the insurance thing is...not fixed, but fixable. I just need to drop a check off at the agent's office and all will be well. (Didn't do it today because I forgot my checkbook when I went out.) So that's good.
Returned the cardkey to the temp agency; my rep was out of the office, so I didn't get any more details about what went down with my last job. I told them I was available for work and left.
Went to the bank, fighting depression, deposited my paycheck and decided to go to Half Price Books, just to check for a few things and maybe cheer myself up a bit. I made a deal with myself--I was looking for specific titles and would not even consider anything else unless it popped out at me. Something special. Well, I found one thing I was specifically looking for (Red Harvest by Dashiel Hammett) and then one thing that "popped" (Backwards, the third Red Dwarf novel by Rob Grant, which I'm pretty sure I haven't read). Picked them both up for $4 plus tax. I also saw an issue of Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine (as it was called then) from 1988 that I have very strong memories of reading/owning when it came out. I had a subscription to IASFM from about 1985-1991 or 1992; I dropped it once I was at college for a bit because I discovered the issues were piling up without getting read, but for those first five years or so I read each issue as it came in the mail from cover-to-cover. Seeing this random issue there made me remember having that big shelf full of great magazines, some stories read time after time after time. (As it turns out, the cover story of the issue I found was one of those, though it was alas the third story in a series.) I have no idea where the magazines are now. My memory is of coming home from college and finding them gone, though I suppose I could have packed them up and forgotten about it. It's still my hope that I'll find the box one day when I have time to poke around in my parents' basement. There were some fantastic stories in there, as well as great essays by Asimov and others.
Anyway, finding the magazine gave me a bittersweet feeling and didn't really help so much, but I guess I felt kind of better thinking and remembering, a bit.
So yeah. Still kind of depressed, but I'm surviving. We're hoping for a happy Thanksgiving, and then I start really looking again. More to say, probably, but this is already too long. And I still owe y'all a post on my reading over the past month or two. Maybe later.
Returned the cardkey to the temp agency; my rep was out of the office, so I didn't get any more details about what went down with my last job. I told them I was available for work and left.
Went to the bank, fighting depression, deposited my paycheck and decided to go to Half Price Books, just to check for a few things and maybe cheer myself up a bit. I made a deal with myself--I was looking for specific titles and would not even consider anything else unless it popped out at me. Something special. Well, I found one thing I was specifically looking for (Red Harvest by Dashiel Hammett) and then one thing that "popped" (Backwards, the third Red Dwarf novel by Rob Grant, which I'm pretty sure I haven't read). Picked them both up for $4 plus tax. I also saw an issue of Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine (as it was called then) from 1988 that I have very strong memories of reading/owning when it came out. I had a subscription to IASFM from about 1985-1991 or 1992; I dropped it once I was at college for a bit because I discovered the issues were piling up without getting read, but for those first five years or so I read each issue as it came in the mail from cover-to-cover. Seeing this random issue there made me remember having that big shelf full of great magazines, some stories read time after time after time. (As it turns out, the cover story of the issue I found was one of those, though it was alas the third story in a series.) I have no idea where the magazines are now. My memory is of coming home from college and finding them gone, though I suppose I could have packed them up and forgotten about it. It's still my hope that I'll find the box one day when I have time to poke around in my parents' basement. There were some fantastic stories in there, as well as great essays by Asimov and others.
Anyway, finding the magazine gave me a bittersweet feeling and didn't really help so much, but I guess I felt kind of better thinking and remembering, a bit.
So yeah. Still kind of depressed, but I'm surviving. We're hoping for a happy Thanksgiving, and then I start really looking again. More to say, probably, but this is already too long. And I still owe y'all a post on my reading over the past month or two. Maybe later.
