Liz Swain 2:30 p.m., Feb. 28
- Community Blog
- I had two interviews
A great night of sleep, with an interview tomorrow at station pizza here in town.
How should I dress? How do I quell my neurotic trembling?
I know how to make pizzas, and sandwiches, but will I be the right candidate.
Suddenly there's a knock on my door, it's Kyle: "Trash day! get up, help!"
I stumble out in my thermals, look into the hall, see may, june and july wrapped in nylon, and Kyle consternated attempting to heave them up, begging "Grab a side dude! Come on, hear that!"
I listen and hear the chaos of the trash truck, like a, like a major operation, like we're going to the moon, everything ends up being a beatles tribute with Kyle.
I grab August and September, and we stuff it all out the door.
"Hey wait!" calls Kyle after the truck, miraculously the driver heard, pulls back, and in it all goes.