Where the lonesome cattle feed on the lowly gypsum weed
And on to happy, exciting business: I got the paperwork for my teaching position! And a contract on top of that. So, I used the day off work that I'd taken for my birthday to fill out all the documentation, which compared fairly with the amount of paperwork needed for my Singapore position, including in the count of items which had to be notarized, and took it all down to the school to meet the human relations department. They had notaries there.
Remarkably and despite the checklist they provided for documents, I managed an oversight anyway. For setting up the direct deposit they want a voided check from my account. I somehow didn't realize this and thought they wanted a voided copy of the first check they sent me, which doesn't make any sense but then what does? I remembered my bank's routing number and checking account number, naturally --- I got very familiar with it when I was doing money transfers from Singapore --- but they weren't sure what to do with the numbers but no actual check. I promised to find my checkbook (it must be around somewhere) and get them a voided check as soon as possible.
I think the absurdest thing, and the one which needed a notary, was the signed oath of office, in which I promised to uphold the constitution and laws of the United States and the State of New Jersey in my position as Adjunct Instructor II. I am deeply amused by the idea that the position of Adjunct Instructor could have anything to do with either Constitution, although since I understand what's expected of the oath (a pretext to fire me if I'm found to be insufficiently right-wing) I did sign, when the notary --- who didn't seem very interested in actually witnessing me signing --- got back. Come to think of it, the notary didn't actually notarize it while I was watching, or show any evidence of having a stamp or anything. I wonder how I could know it was legitimately notarized.
Trivia: In 1948, hikers at the Calico Silver Mine in the Mojave Desert found a pair of Levi's 501 from 1890. With a little stitching they were still suitable to wear, until they were sold back to Levi Strauss for $25. Source: Big Cotton: How A Humble Fiber Created Fortunes, Wrecked Civilizations, And Put America On The Map, Stephen Yafa.
Currently Reading: Destiny Of The Republic: A Tale Of Madness, Medicine, And The Murder Of A President, Candice Millard. It's about James Garfield, Charles Guiteau, and the unfortunate existence of doctors circa 1881. And very interesting too.