The Fisherman Piping
What a day! This morning I was woken up (at the ungodly hour of noon!) by a phone call from this place I applied to back in October. The hell? So she asked me to come in for an interview today, and it went pretty well. I begin training on Thursday. It's a phone answering service of some sort. Looks promising. And it's only a block from when I live. Yay! And you know what that means. I quit Papa Johns today as well. WOO! I also completed and turned in all the paper work for my internship. Just waiting on a call from the man to start doing that. Looks like I'm going to have to become a daytime person now. Oh well!
I've also got some pictures to share. Crystal rocks, and she got me out and about to take pictures this afternoon. We went to Myers Brothers Scrap Metal near Cotton Mill Square. It was kind of neat. 0000000000000000000000111111111 (zeeem) The only weird thing was that there was this barrel in back of the first building that someone had been burning stuff in, and it was still warm when we got there. I hope we didn't scare off some bum. Or if we did, I'm glad he didn't hang around for us to find him.
I guess that's all for now.
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A Fisherman skilled in music took his flute and his nets to the seashore. Standing on a projecting rock, he played several tunes in the hope that the fish, attracted by his melody, would of their own accord dance into his net, which he had placed below. At last, having long waited in vain, he laid aside his flute, and casting his net into the sea, made an excellent haul of fish. When he saw them leaping about in the net upon the rock he said: "O you most perverse creatures, when I piped you would not dance, but now that I have ceased you do so merrily."
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The moral? Um.. fish don't like flutes. Or fishermen can't play flutes very well.
I've also got some pictures to share. Crystal rocks, and she got me out and about to take pictures this afternoon. We went to Myers Brothers Scrap Metal near Cotton Mill Square. It was kind of neat. 0000000000000000000000111111111 (zeeem) The only weird thing was that there was this barrel in back of the first building that someone had been burning stuff in, and it was still warm when we got there. I hope we didn't scare off some bum. Or if we did, I'm glad he didn't hang around for us to find him.
I guess that's all for now.
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A Fisherman skilled in music took his flute and his nets to the seashore. Standing on a projecting rock, he played several tunes in the hope that the fish, attracted by his melody, would of their own accord dance into his net, which he had placed below. At last, having long waited in vain, he laid aside his flute, and casting his net into the sea, made an excellent haul of fish. When he saw them leaping about in the net upon the rock he said: "O you most perverse creatures, when I piped you would not dance, but now that I have ceased you do so merrily."
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The moral? Um.. fish don't like flutes. Or fishermen can't play flutes very well.