179: Cruelty, thy name is unemployment

This was my facial expression at lunchtime today.

Rather unexpectedly, the higher-ups decided the project I was working on at my temp job (which was going along in fits and starts from the get-go) was over, and most of us who had been working on it were thanked for our time and sent home at lunchtime with a full day's pay as severance.  So...I guess I've got a lot more free time now.  On the bright side, I'm reasonably certain that if I still don't have a full-time job or am not in some kind of academic program, I'll be invited back next spring.  Until then, it's time to get my ass in gear and update my Etsy shop.

Temping, she is a fickle bitch.

130: Stormy

West of Minneapolis, 2011.

 Weird, weird clouds during the first of two hailstorms we had tonight.  Click to enlarge.  Bizarre.

076: Luck of the Irish

This morning, I woke up to the sound of sirens wailing as a fire truck sped down the county road; it turns out there was a fire around the corner from my dentist's office.  Then I sat down to breakfast around 9:00 and turned on the TV to find that there was a natural gas explosion and massive fire in South Minneapolis.  The Star Tribune's photo gallery from the latter is impressive; it gives a pretty good idea of how huge that fire was -- and yet, even through two explosions and heat so intense it melted cars in a nearby parking lot and the sign on the Cub Foods building, no one was seriously injured.  Crazy, crazy morning.

(In other news, happy St. Paddy's Day!)

Luck of the Irish, indeed.

068: So say we all

So I got an email from Twitter this morning:

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...which was cool.  I'm sure he just reciprocates any follows that aren't bots, but still, it was pretty fun to see that in my inbox this morning.