Finger Printed, Sniffed, and Sworn In

That was my day -- Finger printed, sniffed, and sworn in.  They say you have to live an interesting life to write interesting works of art.  I'd say today was pretty interesting.

If a creative mind, not in the habit of punching someone else's clock, must take one for the team, then I believe I found the right gig (although I already have 2 extremely important jobs plus 2 careers I pursue).  I woke early, got to the place where the training was scheduled, and outside of learning that I could have slept another half hour (my administrator had given me and several others 8AM vice 8:30), I was going to keep an open mind.  I was only 15 minutes away from my home so if I chose, I could slip out if things got to bad.  

Things didn't get bad.  All was well -- even the finger printing (especially when the woman standng in line behind me told me that it reminded her of times gone by when she and her parents where finger printed because they fought for civil rights), and then she sniffed me (siting that I smelled good).  The swearing in actually took place before anything else because we couldn't do anything until we were sworn in.  Strange day?  Maybe...

Good Day?  Yes...

God placed me once again exactly where He needed me to be to receive a blessing. During a detailed conversation, debate, conspiracy theory banter, I was given information about the Santa Clarita Small Business Development Center, a place as I was told that can guide me with pretty much everything I need to get L'amore Intimo up and running.  Way cool!

Ciao Y'all

ps -- In case you are wondering, I checked in with the 2010 census bureau today.  I had to tell my Mom that out of the over 8000 candidates who tested for a position with the census bureau, I was one of the 160 chosen for the So Cal area.