(I'll get on about the postmortem to the job interview and to the other dinner I just went to tonight later.) Another touch of trivia that came up from dinner with my brother and his wife: he's been in touch with the people I'm working with. (He had known them before, and worked for them briefly, which is why it was relatively easy to set me up with a position there.) Apparently I've made quite an impression on my co-workers, who find me a quite nice and easy to get along with, and who feel that I'm doing a good job. I know that I give a good impression, since I try to avoid being trouble and to be polite, and to listen attentively to people who are talking. Add to that that I'm easily identifiable and it's natural for people to have vague positive associations of me. I don't get how they can possibly feel that I'm ``doing a good job'', given that I haven't yet done anything that's actual work except wearing uncomfortable clothing. Managers are hard to figure out. So are coworkers. (My manager said Monday that he hopes to give me some small projects -- not the one I was originally hired for -- later this week, but they weren't quite ready for it Monday.)
Around the middle of the meal a cute girl something like four years old came up to the table, smiled, waved, and said goodbye. As I'd do when kids in Singapore took an apparent interest in me I smiled and nodded and said goodbye to her too. My brother and his wife, and my sister and her boyfriend, similarly waved and thanked her, and she turned around and ran off to another table which was lost in the blanket-like dark of the room.
I turned to my brother and asked, ``You do know her, don't you?''
It turned out she did; actually, she's the daughter of a guy my brother used to work with, and with whom he'd lost touch over the past year. He'd been thinking of the guy as he was driving in, and was considering calling or e-mailing to touch base, and discovered that he happened to be there, just a few tables over. The guy and his wife came back to say their greetings to everyone, and they had the daughter say goodbye to everyone all over again. My sister-in-law says coincidences like that happen a lot more to her now that she's married into this family.
Trivia: United States whiskey distillers at the start of the country's joining World War II were supposed to lay in a five-year stock before converting to war production. The stock was exhausted in early 1944. Source: Don't You Know There's A War On?, Richard Lingeman.
Currently Reading: Life in a Medieval City, Joseph and Frances Gies.