The one annoying thing about all this is that I had to re-enter all my prior employment information. I'm not sure why they wanted that. But, WTF, it's a job, and what's more it's a technical job--something I was certain I'd never get again--so I'm not complaining.
I can't see them getting the background check and everything else done such that I could start before the 27th. Especially with the holiday being next week. I don't think it'll be December before I start work, but you never know. Starting Dec 4 would give me some time to get the house stuff dealt with, but really, I'm fine with however it shakes out.
Speaking of the house stuff, asbestos guys are scheduled for Tuesday. That gives me a scant three days to get the junk out of the living room, so there's a place to put the dining room junk while the floor is being asbestos-abated. Thrills! Chills! A never-ending, pulse-pounding adventure!
*sigh* It's actually plenty of time.
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Meanwhile, on Faceboob, I saw a blurb over in the right column about Dolly Parton's fans being "outraged" at what her net worth is.
Seriously, Dolly Parton has been a superstar since time immemorial. You don't have a career as a successful entertainer that spans decades, uninterrupted, and not end up being worth a shitton of money--unless you throw it around like you're the government.
You can tell the smart ones, because they don't end up spiraling down the "high life" drain, ending up broke and washed-up; and they frequently end up being worth hundreds of millions if not billions. Robin Williams--more than a decade ago I was surprised to learn his net worth was over $100 million. Until I thought about it, that is, and realized it made sense.
So, why be "outraged" that Dolly Parton is rich? Why wouldn't she be? I mean, people buy her records and go to her concerts and visit her theme park, and I'm certain there are other investments she has that make her money--and if you like her work, why be angry that it's made her rich?
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Last night I tried watching Hinterland, which is another British murder drama series, this time about a Londoner who's a Detective Inspector in Wales. Predictably the name of the town is a consonantal gargle: Aberystwyth. (I think they pronounce it A-berst-with.)
The tone of the series is a bit on the bleak side, but it's good--at least, after two eps. The first ep, dang was there a plot twist at the end of it.
Not sure Netflix shows it in Welsh--probably just the English version--but watching it in Welsh with English subtitles would probably be pretty f-in' cool.
...but because of that, I didn't get to bed until after 4 AM. I certainly won't be doing that kind of thing much longer.
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Cold and gloomy day today. Well, it's November; that's to be expected.