_________________ 11 57 am pdt [ compositing ]
I took these pictures before going to bed last night. I miss my camera oodles, and am excited to be getting it back this weekend. Matthew is coming down to LA and we will be going to his sister's graduation together. I was going to make some goofy hairdo (pigtails perhaps) but my hair had these incredible curls in it from being in a bun for so long. It's rather silly that my hair is so long, but I wear it up so much of the time. Oh well.
I have a job interview tomorrow. I would get to learn and try to break a new piece of compositing software, which is a job I would be drooling over if the pay was better. I was also asked to teach computers at an elementary school, which I would enjoy, but that's part time and the pay is also lousy. Anyway, I am excited about going in and talking to them and trying to negotiate. 4 55 pm pdt [ compositing II ] My tire has been flat, so I pumped it up by hand yesterday, and then ended up not going out. So today, I pumped it again. Then I got in the car and the battery was dead. Not a little dead, but completely dead. I'd never jumped a car before and I'd bet even money mother hadn't either, but together we figured it out. "Woo hoo!" my mom yelled when we finally got my car running. "We're like Thelma and Louise." I laughed. So I headed to the tire place to have them patch it. I was too scared of turning the gas off to stop and get gas, though I sorely needed it. The radio had gone into some anti-theft mode from the dead battery, so it didn't work at all. As usual, the heat would not shut off, so I rolled down the windows and sang to myself. I curled up with my Asimov book in the waiting room at the tire place after turning off DuckTails, which was playing loudly on the big screen tv. The hum of the vending machine added an otherworldly aura to my sci-fi stories. They managed to make the car work to pull it in, fix it, and park it back outside, but when I went to leave, the battery was dead again. They brought out some machine and said the battery had 9 volts left in it -- completely dead. The jumped me and I drove to the battery place, certain I was going to run out of gas. The battery place confirmed that the battery was dead and installed a new one in record time. I bugged the guy asking him about different cleaners and machines. If you have to go to a car place, you might as well learn something, right? After that (and we are talking about several hours after I intended to set out this morning) I went in rush hour traffic and filled up the gas tank. Needless to say, the car should be in perfect working order for my interview tomorrow. The job sounds absolutely fantastic but pays so poorly that I am embarrassed to write the figure here. I have no idea what I am going to do if they offer me the job but say the price is fixed. Ha. I just wrote price instead of pay. I'm going to leave it. Chalk one up to Freudian slips. I have no shoes to wear tomorrow. My entire shoe selection consists of a single pair of New Balance sneakers and my dancing shoes. I was going to stop by Payless today, but ended up dealing with the car all day. Now I'm going to go excavate my closet and see if any reasonable shoes remain from high school. * * * two years ago today: "I like this ability to document life as it happens and I hope to exploit it further when I acquire my digital camera." one year ago today: "work . . . work . . . work . . ." |
May 1998 |
