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I wanted to write more about my trip, but I am not in the right mood. In fact, I am in a bad mood, and it’s all the Crazy Dog Lady’s fault. Most days, I find her antics amusing. But today I have the remnants of a horrible cold, I have a wicked painful sunburn on my legs, and I’m trying to adjust to something Matt said that has thrown me for a loop. So I’m not in the mood for the Crazy Dog Lady and her bullshit. Not today. We’ve got a new system here at work. As part of this system, the CDL gives me all of her files and I verify her page count. ("She says she typed three pages. One, two, three. Okay! Three pages!") It’s an asinine, kindergarten system, but whatever. Only 52 more days to go. This morning, while counting, I noticed that her pages had approximtely a three inch margin on the bottom. Since we charge companies per page, we’re not allowed to pad our margins like that. It just looks bad. So I left a little note with the correction for her, after clearing it with Joan. Hello, shit. May I introduce you to the fan? “Oh! Oh. Oh! I didn’t think we were doing CORRECTIONS. I thought we were just counting pages. Oh!” I left her alone to have her little tizzy. Not in the mood, as I said. I went back to work. One of our other co-workers came over to CDL’s desk. The CDL starts in. “Oh, we’re not supposed to be doing CORRECTIONS on each other’s pages, right?” “No,” the co-worker agreed. “Dave does that.” “Yes,” CDL said smugly. “That’s what I THOUGHT.” I ignored her some more. Five minutes later, CDL high tailed it into Maritza’s office for a 20 minute meeting. Twenty minutes of, I assure you, freaking out about the fact that I made this correction. Jesus Christ, I want to go back to bed.
Let me also share what Matt said to me that threw me for a loop. We were talking about Tyler, the gay boy who is planning to move into our apartment. We have to decide quickly whether Tyler is going to have a place to live or not, come June. “No matter what you decide to do about school,” Matt said, “I really need to live by myself or just with a regular roommate for a while.” Um, okay. On the one hand, it makes good logical sense. All the reasons why our separation would be a good growth experience still exist. My intellectual side fully comprehends this, and is proud of him for wanting to stand on his own two feet for a while. My emotional side feels like shit. I guess the reasons for that are pretty self evident. He doesn’t think I should stay here and in fact, doesn’t want me to. He wants me to, one way or the other, move out. I feel like I’m being broken up with in a way. Isn’t that stupid.
As for school, I have not made any decisions about that yet. I guess time will tell where I end up, and with who. Living situation, work situation… all up in the air. I guess I should take a jaunt up to San Francisco and take Gaston up on his offer to show me around. I need to find somewhere to live, damnit. And I also need to complete my application to Antioch (there’s no deadline) so I can know my options. I am also considering quitting my job in late July rather than August, and going to New York for yet another vacation. My sister is going to be there from the 17th through the 25th, staying with her sugar mamma. The sugar mamma also wants me to come down so Abby has someone to hang out with while she is at work. Maybe I’ll spend a few days hanging out with Abby and then a few days visiting with all the journalers who live out there that I’m positively dying to meet. Of course, this assumes that I can afford to do this. Damn, I really wish I was rich.
On the positive side of things, I may have a job prospect. It’s a writing job for a large Sacramento based company, actually the web branch of an established “real life” company. I sent over some writing samples yesterday (including a couple of journal entries just for kicks) and the human resources guy seemed to like them. I am not sure if this is a relocation kind of job or a telecommuting job. It would be great to have a job that I could do from anywhere, but if it’s a relocation job, maybe they’ll give me some relocation money. Well, a girl
can dream, can’t she?
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Wicked.  fehJournal Quote of the Day: “He could have been playing the drums on my vagina and I would not have noticed, I didn't care about anything else at that moment... ”Random Tidbit: Oh, sweet child of mine.Work Days Left: 52Days Left Including Weekends: 73 |
