Back From Lower Broadway

Had my interview a half block from the Lafayette Grill. Note I do not say the Lafayette Grill and Bar, though neither interviewer mentioned the Code of Conduct policy against drinking. Or smoking. Or social dancing. (Nothing against unsocial dancing. Or watching others. Perhaps an oversight.)

I found the interviewers charming, though each rather inclined to give me Significant Glances whenever the other mentioned the college's Faith Commitment.

I have some hope of work here, adjunct for now, but who knows?

And thanks to one of you on this list, whose boss drove down from Rockland to interview me. I did see another list member there, teaching her music class, but I won't mention that, as she never seems to be on LJ any more.

In other news, back when I was in the hospital my last regular employer finally admitted that they owed me a small retirement fund. I have now opened an account with TIAA/CREF for them to roll it over into, from which I can withdraw or borrow enough to settle the landlord, who is getting rather difficult, and sent in the paperwork for the rollover to be executed. (I qualify for a TIAA account because Maya has her retirement with them.) I am looking into the Pax World Funds for a moneymarket account and any future IRA, but I needed somebody in town I could work with immediately and in person. Anyone who opens any account anywhere is under suspicion of being a terrorist moneylaunderer, but the man who walked me through the paperwork is one who notarized my signature when it was needed on Maya's account.

Srsti took us to a preview of the new Producers film, but I can't tell you about it, neener, neener, neener. At least until I see it again officially. Which I will, no doubt about it.

I mentioned it at church and got some typical responses. I didn't see the first one, said Edwin proudly. I did and it wasn't funny, said Barbara, prouder still. Nobody could replace Zero, said Marty the Tenor's wife. That's what I thought, I replied.

Must tutor math again tonight.

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Not. Just got a call. Neither of the two younger children has math homework tonight. So I tutor on Wednesday. And another call before that from the Bank of You Know What, who did receive my paperwork, but need three more forms, which I can send tomorrow, after both John and Jane (Hancock, that is) are notarized. After which it will take them -- Are you ready for this? I wasn't. -- six weeks to cut a check. Six weeks. Of course it took them fifteen months to acknowledge that they owed me anything at all. I'm telling you, from now on I will change my ten dollar bills into fives so I won't have to look the Founder in the face when I open my wallet.

Bites

The Kid called from the NYU dental clinic to report that her treatments will cost eight hundred and something dollars. At clinic prices. From our own (former) dentist it would be many thousands.

And she still hasn't finished her incompletes from Hunter.

Which means she is still a student.

And so the clinic tells her she qualifies for their student insurance plan at two hundred or so a year.

I am thinking of going back to school.

Cyril?

More than 300 entries have already been received from around the world including marsu (taken from marsupial), marla and wallagang (derived from the Aboriginal language), agaroo and the more unlikely Cyril, Skippy, yummy and roadkill.

"We need to come up with a catchier name for kangaroo meat."