Chrisonomicon

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Every time I open my Inbox nowadays, I blush. Spammers have no shame, I tell you.

In lieu of my usual, pre-packaged dinner consisting of Ramen, tuna, and a bagel, I spent yesterday evening entertaining Brandie's two-year-old, Caitlin, at Zio's where we dined on shrimp and angel-hair pasta over brown-paper table coverings, much to the fortune and foresight of the restaraunteurs. She asked whether I'd ever want kids and, looking at the greasy mess Caitlin had made of herself and the paper tablecloth, I shook my head adminantly and replied, "Not until they figure out a way to Scotchguard them."

Afterwards, I started training for my new part-time job last night where I will be moonlighting as a sales rep for a recreational equipment retailer. The staff is very friendly and laid back, and the other new-hires are diverse and eager to start. There's a kind of quiet, contagious excitement that spreads with a smile or a glance or a nod, and it all confirms my decision to pick up the work as an easy way to wind down on the weekends and make a few friends and extra cash at the same time.

Yesterday's six inches of snow is completely melted under the ever-approaching, spring sun. I feel equally uncovered today.