Today was my first day of work at the Harvard Club.

I've been getting ready for a couple days now.

I shaved. I have no beard. This is the bit which I most dislike about the job, especially since the dress code DOES allow beards, but the beverage manager was being extra-careful because he's new and unsure of himself, so he just decided to ask me to be clean-shaven. So I am. It looks bad, and my face hurts, because the reason I wear a beard is because shaving hurts and leaves my face raw.

But that's the only downside. And, since the dress code does allow beards, maybe, after I'm settled, we'll see if something can't be done. Dunno.
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Phone conversation with my father

[ring ring]

Ian: Ian here.
Father: Hiya kiddo, how are you, haven't talked in a while.
Ian: Hiya, Father! Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!
Father: What?
Ian: Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!
Father: That's today? Wow. Seems like just a couple months ago we had the first one. Arrrr! Avast!

[ we went on to chat about work and working on the house and stuff. But I just thought I'd blog that bit.]

Answering machine message from my mother

"Arr! And this is your mother, Matey, and I'm finding it really hard to talk like a pirate because I don't know what else to say, so can I be the pirate's parrot -- SQUAWK SQUAWK Polly wanna cracker, Polly wanna cracker!"