Mac People

Well today I am starting a new blog. This will be the place to generally journal about stuff that is important to me, musings about life, synchronicity and the the big beautiful universe.

I have been sick. 102 fever on Thursday and Friday. I stayed in bed and slept a lot. I think it was partially exhaustion related to finishing the masters and then doing the workshop with Mary. The workshop could not have gone better! We had the one bad evaluation to prove that all the other stellar ones weren't fakes. Really we shone! Thanks Mary! it was great.

I dragged myself out of bed on Thursday to get fingerprinted for the CTAP job. I had gone in earlier that week, but the guy that is trained to run the machine wasn't in, so I made an appointment. It was a funky place. The secretary had more tatoos than teeth, but a beautiful smile just the same. There was another woman working at a computer. The women were talking about their boyfriends...who were jerks, naturally. One of them had been arrested 3 times in the last month. The guy who did the actual scanning wore mirrored wrap-around shades and had a gun holster (loaded with gun) under his left armpit. There were boxes piled with papers everywhere, humorus posters of Barney Fife and diagrams of the parts of a pistol posted on the wall. The place was a "Security Guard Training Center" The scanning went well, and again, the machine wouldn't take my prints on the first try. The guy explained to me it was because I had worked hard and worn them away. Made sense to me. There was friendly chit-chat and joshing among the employees, and the scanner was on a pile of boxes in a corner of the open office, next to the woman working on the computer. Even tho the guy could have looked creepy or scarey, with his holster and his sunglasses, he had an open, friendly air about him that make him seem harmless. He told me that the set up cost $26,000! and they only took cash or credit cards for the service. I said, "No wonder you want cash!" When I paid for the service we talked about my job a bit. I commented on all the Macintosh computers, they had a Power PC, Fruit iMac, and G5 iMac. He said, "Yeah, we're Mac people here." I said, "Yeah, me too".

This went SO much better than the last time, where I had to go into a tiny booth with a creepy guy who kept on telling me how soft my hands were and asking me what crimes I would commit if I were so inclined.