His life, his interests, his sometimes quirky frame of mind in words and pictures. A flyover of my life.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Tuesday, February 11, 1992
A partial morning off. I have an 11 o'clock appointment with Pat to have my hair cut. My free time is spent at the computer, inputting calendar squares from early 1987. JoAnna's pregnant; I'm bored. I still miss the freedom of Oshkosh, the exhilarating bike rides, the crazy Tuesday night, the late-night solitary highs.
Deb is today's interview candidate. Considering the fact that she's already been offered two jobs this year, both Liz and I are expecting a big-gun showing. It doesn't happen. Deb is so overcome with a case of nerves that she can manage only the briefest of answers to our questions. She doesn't put the slightest dent into Eve's or Diane's chances.
The board meeting is a very useful and productive 2-hour session. Sandy Allen appears to be very supportive of the library's needs, specifically in the areas of staffing and materials. Now I have mixed feelings about John Schaffer's candidacy. I think I'd rather have Sandy go to the mat against Julie and Don.
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