_________________ 1 26 pm pdt [ bonsai! ] Yesterday was interesting, and today has been absolutely crazy, though I am only part way through it. After the ruckus with the car yesterday, I came home to find a package marked live plant. Sam sent me a stunning bonsai Bougainvillea. It absolutely brightened my day (as did getting a free repair at the tire place!). Someone e-mailed me asking me what I had done about Bryan, and since I had done nothing, I called him and left the following message: Hi Bryan. You left your number on my car, and no, I have no idea who you are. But if you are interested in taking me out to dinner tonight, give me a call at xxx-xxxx. I did this (A) because it amused me and (B) because I though it sounded exceedingly snotty and therefore would give him ample opportunity to decide not to call me back without feeling rejected. (C) In a worse case scenario, I would get a free dinner. Only he did call me, too late for dinner. He is indeed my neighbor across the street, and he plays golf for a living. By the end of the conversation I had talked him into teaching me to play and I was refering to him as my own personal golf pro. And now for today: I woke up much too early, no doubt worried I was going to oversleep. Needless to say, I wasn't well rested. I got dressed early, and in the great tradition of Rachel interviews, I bough shoes at Payless on my way to the interview. I also hit unexpected traffic and managed to be at least fifteen minutes late (I have no idea how late I was, because the clock died when the battery did and the radio is still not working, so I had no way to check. Despite being late, the interview went smashingly well. The interviewer (who did an excellent job of putting me at ease) said, "Without wanting to commit myself too much, you are exactly what I am looking for." He also said that one could make more money working as a manager at McDonald's. So the question is, do I take a job I will sure love, if it pays a crappy amount and means that I have to continue living with my parents? 3 41 pm pdt [ whirlwind ] Here I am trying to explain how the goddess of sloth suddenly has a whirlwind life, and I just forgot half of what I wanted to say. So, post-interview, I had a phone meeting with one of my web clients, which went splendidly well. Then my boss for my job writing for the tv pilot called and asked me to go travellign with her and the crew for the interviews. She also wants me to do back up shooting. Then she said they are leaving at four in the morning tomorrow morning for Sedona. Of course, I can't make that, because tomorrow is Matthew's sister's graduation. But I was planning on flying up the Berkeley next week, and she wants me to go to Sacramento instead, catch a few interview there and then attend and film Wesak along with 3000 other people. Then I would catch Matthew's graduation and then pop down here in time to start this job if I take it (it they offer it). * * * two years ago today: "I often wonder if I am only bad at memorization because I think I am. Ah, a good old psychosematic disablilty..." one year ago today: "I feel so guilty I can't breathe." |
May 1998 |