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I just peeled off my monkey suit. That was the third interview for the third temp agency. Like the others, they were blown away by my skillzorz, and they gave me good tips for improving my Office Resume.
I must admit, I haven't paid much attention to that one, probably because I don't care. Office work is what I do when I need a job, pronto: Graphic Design is much closer to that nebulous confluence of "love", "Art", and "paycheck". When things calm down, maybe after I'm settled in my gig, maybe in the Fall, I'll give my online portfolio the revamping it desperately deserves. And then I can get up the guts to let Headhunters . . . and the professional face of spiritseeker . . . know I'm alive.
Right now, though, I totally want to celebrate. And I didn't exercise yesterday, so that'll be my form of celebration. Biking? I ought to wait a few hours for the sun to be less intense. Dancing? Can't stir up the dust, Coyote's been extra-sniffly. Roller-skating? Hmmm, that has possibilities, though I'd have to wait a few hours for my usual partner to get off of work. And I'd have to call around: most places are only open on limited nights.
I suppose I could do a short bike ride . . . I wouldn't want to do anything that might strain something, since I'm bidding my adieu to Man Ray tomorrow. Anyone want to come along? Anyone from CT or Boston want to meet me there? Otherwise, I'll go dancing by myself. I'm totally used to people not liking my tastes in outings, I've been taking myself out to dinner and to the movies and such since I was 12 or 13.
I want a job now now now. Because 311 are playing Great Woods soon soon soon, and I want tickets! I suppose I'd settle for the lawn, if I have to. I haven't seen them since they were touring for From Chaos. Years and years ago! (Well, two.)
Maybe I'll start celebrating on Roundabout. It's been too quiet for my liking, I want to start enough threads to wake my players up.
I must admit, I haven't paid much attention to that one, probably because I don't care. Office work is what I do when I need a job, pronto: Graphic Design is much closer to that nebulous confluence of "love", "Art", and "paycheck". When things calm down, maybe after I'm settled in my gig, maybe in the Fall, I'll give my online portfolio the revamping it desperately deserves. And then I can get up the guts to let Headhunters . . . and the professional face of spiritseeker . . . know I'm alive.
Right now, though, I totally want to celebrate. And I didn't exercise yesterday, so that'll be my form of celebration. Biking? I ought to wait a few hours for the sun to be less intense. Dancing? Can't stir up the dust, Coyote's been extra-sniffly. Roller-skating? Hmmm, that has possibilities, though I'd have to wait a few hours for my usual partner to get off of work. And I'd have to call around: most places are only open on limited nights.
I suppose I could do a short bike ride . . . I wouldn't want to do anything that might strain something, since I'm bidding my adieu to Man Ray tomorrow. Anyone want to come along? Anyone from CT or Boston want to meet me there? Otherwise, I'll go dancing by myself. I'm totally used to people not liking my tastes in outings, I've been taking myself out to dinner and to the movies and such since I was 12 or 13.
I want a job now now now. Because 311 are playing Great Woods soon soon soon, and I want tickets! I suppose I'd settle for the lawn, if I have to. I haven't seen them since they were touring for From Chaos. Years and years ago! (Well, two.)
Maybe I'll start celebrating on Roundabout. It's been too quiet for my liking, I want to start enough threads to wake my players up.