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the sun is out!
i'm wearing a skirt!
and sandals!
So, I’m sitting here at my desk, eating the homemade biscotti that our office “mom” made (I, of course, am eating it all. It’s funny, or maybe not funny but stupid, actually, I have no shame some weeks and will put anything and everything that’s in front of me into my body, and then there are the weeks where I’m the complete opposite. It’s apparent what week it is right now.)
Anyway, the highlight of my morning so far, aside from perfect-temperature tea, the biscotti, and waking up to a real-life feeling dream that could never be real, has been getting a phone call from Lorraine, my favorite-love-to-hate caller from Vons. I hate her. Not as much as I hate Wally from Wendy’s, but I do not like her. She makes me laugh though, because she always tries to get me to see the importance or severity of the issue they need us to service-she told me this morning about how someone almost got run over by a truck; the first time she did this she told me that the night before someone got run over and was killed (this actually made me cry).
I’ve developed these quasi-relationships with the people I know only through phone calls and faxes-Lorraine, the death-woman, Wally, the asshole, Roy, who makes me laugh, Joel, who I have a secret crush on…. And then there are the actual people in the office. Milton, the preacher from Yucaipa who walks in this morning and asks if he looks thinner because he spent yesterday puking his toenails out; my boss, who says I’m at the “perfect age to be listening to Dr. Laura and to play with the stock market.” Bla bla, there are more, and they collectively think I’m weird because I read every day on my lunch, I don’t eat fast food, I have tattoos, I buy used clothes….
This is what I do everyday: I drink several cups of coffee or tea, punch in useless crap, strain my eyes, avoid working, go online, and daydream about my friends in Europe and in Whittier and my future and myself and everything. Stare out my window, make lists, draw, make the other girl up front laugh… wish I were somewhere else…
So I applied for a few jobs yesterday. I’m going to talk to my parents this week(end) about moving out, etc. I’m soooo ready to proceed with life.
i'm wearing a skirt!
and sandals!
So, I’m sitting here at my desk, eating the homemade biscotti that our office “mom” made (I, of course, am eating it all. It’s funny, or maybe not funny but stupid, actually, I have no shame some weeks and will put anything and everything that’s in front of me into my body, and then there are the weeks where I’m the complete opposite. It’s apparent what week it is right now.)
Anyway, the highlight of my morning so far, aside from perfect-temperature tea, the biscotti, and waking up to a real-life feeling dream that could never be real, has been getting a phone call from Lorraine, my favorite-love-to-hate caller from Vons. I hate her. Not as much as I hate Wally from Wendy’s, but I do not like her. She makes me laugh though, because she always tries to get me to see the importance or severity of the issue they need us to service-she told me this morning about how someone almost got run over by a truck; the first time she did this she told me that the night before someone got run over and was killed (this actually made me cry).
I’ve developed these quasi-relationships with the people I know only through phone calls and faxes-Lorraine, the death-woman, Wally, the asshole, Roy, who makes me laugh, Joel, who I have a secret crush on…. And then there are the actual people in the office. Milton, the preacher from Yucaipa who walks in this morning and asks if he looks thinner because he spent yesterday puking his toenails out; my boss, who says I’m at the “perfect age to be listening to Dr. Laura and to play with the stock market.” Bla bla, there are more, and they collectively think I’m weird because I read every day on my lunch, I don’t eat fast food, I have tattoos, I buy used clothes….
This is what I do everyday: I drink several cups of coffee or tea, punch in useless crap, strain my eyes, avoid working, go online, and daydream about my friends in Europe and in Whittier and my future and myself and everything. Stare out my window, make lists, draw, make the other girl up front laugh… wish I were somewhere else…
So I applied for a few jobs yesterday. I’m going to talk to my parents this week(end) about moving out, etc. I’m soooo ready to proceed with life.