Jami Gets a J-O-B

You read it right, Jami is back in the work force. I am officially a Data Collection Analyst. I know, impressive right? Ah, sigh, it's not nearly as exciting as it sounds. Basically it involves using a handheld scanner thingy and going to various stores and scanning things. I am legally not allowed to tell you anymore. Yup, that's right. If I tell you, I have to kill you. Which is all kinds of crazy paperwork, so I'd rather not. It's really flexible time-wise, decent pay and according to the people who interviewed me mind-numbingly boring, but hey, a paycheck is a paycheck. My new boss seems to be a real peach and says she adores me, I have to add. Not only have I apparently demonstrated a higher IQ than their normal new recruit (which, apparently means I have no obvious signs of severe brain injury) but I also fixed a problem on my own scanning thingy, rocketing me into genius territory (for now; we all know better). So that's good. She seems to be the kind of boss who won't flip out if I mess up, and she even told me that except for not showing up, there's not much I can do to get fired. Good to know, but I think I'll not test that out. On to more important matters, this week's Word Game Winner, the inimitable PW who used the Word of the Week (furbelow). Lori also had an excellent entry, but PW's beloved Loki definitely better fit the feel of "furbelow" in my estimation and that's the one that counts. To play this week's game, check out the rules here. The word for this week is . . . mephitic - adj- [muh-fit-ik] 1. offensive to the smell. 2. noxious; pestilential; poisonous. Today, my grandmother changed Eddie's mephitic diaper. Perhaps you can use it to insult someone without their knowing it. Always fun.