Here is the way I explain a flint lock to a less than interested group of students: A flint lock is an ollld type of gun. Think revolutionary war. The flint is on the cock (this is where the students laugh...)

Basically, when you pull the trigger, the cock flies forward and hits down really hard. The flint is a rock that makes a spark when this happens. Think boy scouts striking stones together to make a spark. Same principle. The spark is what ignites the gunpowder to go BOOM! So no flint, no spark, no boom.

Very old type of gun though.

Alrighty then -

I asked my boss about the facebook thing...because it's been a week and she hasn't said anything, but I didn't add her. Luckily, this was because she felt just as awkward, and she was hoping that I just wouldn't say anything. I laughed to myself. People are all sort of alike. I was nervous to ask her because she was my boss, and she was nervous to ask me because I'm an employee.

So I got forms from my job today...like thirty of them. To re-apply for the job that I already have. I would explain how that makes sense, but I don't want to lie.

Too long...

Being a tour guide during the winter sucks. I know I haven't been writing, but that's because there is no adoring public. The adoring public makes my life an interesting form of hell.

So several things have happened:

1. I had to give a photographer a tour on a windy day. I had to wear my uniform. As a result, my required hat flew away everywhere, to the point where I needed a golf cart to catch it.

2. My boss added me on facebook. It was awkward.

3. I've learned to take apart flintlocks, and I've also inhaled more rust remover and touched more lead than I'm comfortable with.

That's pretty much it. Most of my day consists of typing books into the computer so we can reference the computer instead of shuffling through a book. Apparently none of my bosses have heard of SCANNERS.

But it's ok - they're paying me to do it. And scanning the books page by page is probably just as much fun as typing them out.