the price of "fame"

or is it "infamy?"

I find myself somewhat reticent about writing lately.

A recent article published in the Tallahassee Democrat, our local newspaper, has not only generated a lot of hits on this website, but it has also alerted quite a few people - people I know and have to live with - of my blog's existence.

Some of these people (for example my parents) may not want to read what I have to say about certain things. It was so much easier to write when I didn't know who, if anybody, would actually read my work.

But, as they say, "the show must go on".

Last Friday I had a new job through day labor, and it is supposed to continue through this entire week. I am working at Anderson News, a distributor of books and magazines. It is an assembly line job; I am filling plastic bins with magazines for delivery to various outlets - Wal-Mart, Publix, convenience stores, etc.

I am enjoying it. There is a bit of pressure to get the job done quickly, because people after me on the line need to add to most of the orders I work on. There is a need to concentrate; every order is different regarding which periodicals are sent, and how many of each are to be packed. So far I'm doing very well. I've only made a couple of errors. Other guys - who have been working there much longer than I - have made more errors than I have on a daily basis.

It would be nice if a permanent position is offered.