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Next Heather Shaw I've never been so glad to quit a job. I can hardly
believe I only worked there 3 days - it felt like months of torture. I
realized that one of the things I really like about temping is that seldom
is it so stressful that you end up taking it home with you. Not this job,
of course: Ms. X wasn't even concerned when I told her I was waking up in
the middle of the night, grinding my teeth over the job. She does it
every night, you see, and I think she considered it a good
sign. Denise (my temp agent) told me that that's the way it is in
NYC: you work like a dog for no pay and you consider yourself lucky while
you worry constantlly about your job. Ugh! I am so pleased to be living
on the laid-back West Coast. Grrr. I have
been disconnected
three times in the past 6 minutes, and I'm getting mighty sick of waiting
to reconnect each time. Todd tells me this is a phone line issue, rather
than an ISP issue, so I am forced to blame Goliath instead of David. It's
like trying to approach Zeus (switching religions here, stay with me),
Zeus who is far too big, powerful and concerned with his own petty
interests to care whether my service is good or not. I know, I should pop
for DSL. I'm living in the dark ages (she exclaimed while typing into her
laptop from
her ergonomic setup)! Sorry, I just had to vent about that for a
minute. Anyway, I now have a glorious three-day weekend ahead of
me. Friday night I'm going out to Treasure Island (which is in the middle
of the Bay Bridge between SF and Oakland, for those non-locals) for a
party at Justin's house. Justin is one of my sister's copious
ex-boyfriends from years back, with the advantage of being one that I not
only remember well but genuinely liked (we seldom approve of the men each
other dates; Mom is following in our footsteps on this one, making it a
true family trait to have higher standards for our loved ones than
ourselves or something like that). Anyway, Justin moved out here 3 months
ago, and when he called home for Holly, she gave him my number. We
haven't met up out here yet, and this party will be the first time I've
seen him in 5+ years. The last time I saw him, he was a BroadRipple
punk/goth with a melancholy tendancy to pierce his cheek with a safety pin
for fun (ok, so that only happened once, but it's such a great
visual). Holly says he can morph into different people easily, and she
called him currently a "computer geek", which would seem to jive with my
somewhat awkward conversations with him on the phone. But when I asked
him what kind of party it was going to be, (that is, what should I
wear?) he told me that anything from the Raver Kid scene would work.
See,
computer geeks out here are not generally fat, anti-social men with
pocket-protectors - usually they belong to some sub-genre of the Bay Area
that has it's own brand of coolness. The ones I can think of off the top
of my head are: Of course, I don't
really want to invest in leather pants until I hit my goal of being
totally buff, but I have until age 30 (2 more years) to reach that
goal. Can I wait so long? Anyway, I think I've rambled on here long
enough. Hopefully the party will be fun and I will tell you all about it
this weekend. Have a good weekend yourselves!
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch by Phillip K. Dick
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Watcher's Guide by Christopher
Golden and Nancy Holder
The Writer - Janurary 2001 (magazine)
Still reading, off and on:
Woman: An Intimate
Geography by Natalie Angier
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Thursday, January 4th, 2001 -
The West Coast Way
My new PO Box is:
P.O. Box
13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
I skipped and sang all the way home from work today. It was my last day,
see. I went in and told Ms. X first thing that I hated the job, and that
she should look for someone else ASAP. I was honest, and told her that
while I would work Friday, I didn't want to. She opted to let me go at
the end of the day.
Anyway, I'm beside myself wondering what to wear to this party. I'm
trying to get up the guts to call Todd and ask for Ellen's phone number so
I can embarrass myself by asking her for some wardrobe tips. I used to be
much more versatile in my wardrobe, and I still have a variety of things,
but lately I can never pick the right outfit for the occasion, especially
these private parties. You know what I need? A pair of nice black
leather pants and some ankle boots. Leather pants are universal. And
they make you seem like you have a great attitude.Exercise
log:
Lifted weights tonight: back and biceps. Did my 150 situps and 25 minutes
on a brand-new precor machine and hardly broke a sweat. Felt very tight
and shaky while stretching; obviously the days when simply walking 40
minutes a day counted as exercise are long over for me; my body demands an
increasingly harder workout and won't stand for long lulls. Great.
Writing log:
Have been thinking much about my new story; decided I hate it but there
might be salvagable bits (such as the characters); I need to get in a
writing class so I won't have the luxury of chucking things before I
finish them.
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