dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- just typing Another half day at work with a full day's pay. Not so bad. There are so many good things about this job I can overlook the fact that I'm producing something that goes against everything I believe. It's always about the compromises. I write a newsletter about the fucking stock market for fuck's sake. What I do has nothing to do with what anyone else is doing there. Then again there are people I work with who are funny and smart and have already invited me out to drink drinks and play trivia. There are dogs sleeping under desks and sometimes people come to work wearing pajama bottoms. The boss sends funny and bitchy emails to people organizations who have threatened to sue. The only people nobody likes are the ones that sell. Nobody ever likes them. **** I'm watching Vertigo while the cats sleep in the bottom dresser drawer that I left open. The kid is outside playing and later on we will get out for some more porch sitting. It's been too long. My feet are cold and my bra is uncomfortable and I'm wishing for something beautiful to happen to me. I had dreams last night about people I have never met and woke up far too early in one of those dreamy mindsets where I couldn't figure out if what had happened was real or not. My sleeping bag still smells like woodsmoke and dirt. I want to bottle that scent and give it to people when they look like they need an escape. I'm hoping the next place I live has a fireplace. Enough of this. I'm going to go read about language and silly pop culture. 3:27 p.m. - May 30, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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