*So far,* in the giant leaf bags on their way to Goodwill or in the trash, the best things I have found and thrown away:
1. An "I Met Dempster Rabbit" button, acquired circa age 6.
2. Modrobes. Finally parted with the bright red pants from the company with the clever slogan "I want you in my pants." *sniffle* But really, I only wore them once this year, and that is a very good thing as I am now definitely old enough to know better.
3. CDs I Haven't Touched Since Leaving For College and That is my Only Saving Grace: including an old 'Nsync album and something by a band called "Soul Decision" that I don't recollect *at all*, but which seems, from the bored-yet-"hot" poses of the semi-attractive men on the cover to be another boy band thing. God, did I *ever* listen to that stuff voluntarily? edit: Oh, wow, I think I remember what that Soul Decision thing was! cat_b, was that the band that June's son managed or did something with?
4. Cassettes IHTSLFCaTimOSG: No Mercy. Also, a Bryan Adams tape. I hereby disown myself. And about forty "mix tapes" taped off the radio between 1995 and 1997.
I also found, but haven't yet turfed because I think that King House might find a good use for this: the "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus BOARD GAME!" Someone gave that to me as a Christmas present a few years ago because, clearly, that's what every 18 year old college Freshman really wants. It's no Go Goddess Girl!, but I think with enough Cap'n & Coke it could be entertaining.
As far as my job interview today goes... it all depends on whether the great bureaucratic monster will allow me to work for less than 24 hours a week (I'm pretty... well, sort of sure I can work two four-hour shifts a week without dying or falling asleep behind the register). I'm hoping they'll allow me to be a per-diem person and cover other people's shifts when they're sick or request days off, because that would allow me to decide on a day-to-day basis whether I feel up to working. Captain Elizabeth, the fellow geek-in-arms shop manager who adores me for letting her get away with saying things like "Ensign Sachi, the bridge is yours" when she leaves for the day, wants me to come in and volunteer... which I might do, but I'd rather hold out to see if I can at least get some babysitting money here.
I also pimped the heck out of mystic_isles000. Well, at the very least I told Raya, the staff manager you'll be interviewing with, who you are and that you're good. She lived at Summit Station, but never connected that the Gira calling her on the phone and speaking in complete sentences was the same Gira from 18 years ago :)
-- Little Red, giddy with the weight of all the things she will no longer own come trash day!