3 38 pm pst   [ flawless ]

Can I share a great quote I just happened upon while poking around diary-x and found myself on a random diary entry:

I know that at 21, the last thing I should be worried about is finding the person I want to marry, why tie myself down so early in life? Why not enjoy the things that I have yet to experience? Be someone extraordinaire. Get in the news. Make people proud. Not worry about who is going to be laying in bed next to me ten years in the future.

On the other hand, I shouldn't even be worrying about what I'll be doing at 21, why when I'm still only 15. I guess I still have time to grab teenage life by the neck and strangle it as hard as I want before taking off my rave bracelets and throwing out the Nintendo 64.

It's that last sentence I like so much. The whole age perspective thing amuses me because I will be 23 in exactly one week. Of all of the ages I will ever be, 23 will be the most important. At 16 you can drive, at 18 you can vote, at 21 you can drink, but I spend my whole childhood believing that everything would be swell for me when I was 23. I knew I'd turn 23 in the year 2000. I wasn't sure if I'd be married by then, but I was damn sure I'd be beautiful. I was convinced with full ertainty that I wouldn't have wrinkles or cellulite. I was going to magically flawless when I turned 23. I'm still waiting to see if it will happen.

 

 

8 41 pm pst   [ exit interview ]

I had my exit interview at work today.

In other news, my monthly celebrity sighting was Michael Keaton at the Starbucks on Montana & 15th last week when I was out with Matthew and Alexandra.

[I'm sorry, but I've just taken a little break in my entry writing to watch the West Wing. I adore the writing and pace of the show. It ended with a wonderfully poingient scene where CJ (press secretary) advised the president that telling school children that he sometimes messed up would encourage them to go to the black board and raise their hard. I liked that very much.]

So I had my exit interview today...

They asked me what I'd wanted from the job and if I'd gotten that. They asked me what I was doing now. I t caught me all by surprise. I said it plain: "Those are big questions to ask me on the spot." It's a mood thing. If they had asked me on certain days I would have launched into a tirade about how degrading me job. Today I just said they didn't keep me busy enough for my tastes and I ended every statement on a positive note.

Remember the tv pilot I made graphics for, and then ended up doing voice over for? Well, it got sold at twelve episodes, and the director wants me back, so I may not be looking for a new job. It just depends on the pay, since I know I have that job. That really pleases me. I loved doing graphics. I'd love to do it full time.

So the big tada news is that my last day of work is Friday, 15 December 2000. Tada!

 

 

3 years ago today: My parents decided that Thanksgiving would be a great time to criticize me.

2 years ago today: I feel vindicated for her unsupportiveness...

1 year ago today: And now to report on one of the most idiotic things I have done in ages.