Let the new week begin!
Yesterday was so, so busy at the store. Because of call-offs, though, I spent the last 3 hours of my shift as a cashier. Thanks to my previous stints in management and HR, they paid dearly for that 180 minutes. Not that I minded. Thirteen years ago, as International Paper was on the verge of shutting down xpedx, its distributary branch, I began my career with the orange, home improvement retailer as a part-time cashier.
When I checked my email this morning, there was a notice from Dell that my Alienware computer, due to arrive on May 12, was shipping early. The new arrival date is this Friday, April 15. Now, isn't it a good thing I'm scheduled off? Usually I end up going into work late, or calling off when ever a big ticket item is getting delivered.
And even though the editing is going full steam on The Body in Repose, I'm also working on The Body Under Ice. There are a number of lyrics used in The Body in Repose because there were numerous situations where they fit in. Such frequent occasions don't arise in the new book, though I'm fairly certain there's going to be a karaoke night at Hennepin's. Now, if you've read some of my work, you probably know Max Sullivan can not dance. He doesn't even come close to having a sense of rhythm. But can he sing? You'll have to wait until karaoke night at Hennepin's to find out. And what might he happen to sing? How about this little ditty?