Killing time
Currently I am waiting in the computer area of a different Kinko's, just passing time so that I can attend a mandatory instructor led class on 'Direct Mail' which actually sounds just as exciting as it sounds.
My summer for the most part has been pleasant. The weather here has been overall sunny and nice. Shorts and T-shirt weather. Blue skies. Rolling clouds. Lia has been back in town and we've been spending most of our time in each other's company. I've given her a spare key to my apartment and she's over at my place all the time. We've been getting more and more close and guiltily I take her presence here as a given. I don't even want to face her imminent departure at the end of the month. I try to savor every hug and kiss, trying to force my mind to remember how she feels in my arms and her on my lips. How beautiful she really looks and how no photos do her justice. Harvesting these forced memories as some hopeful future dispensary in what will hopefully aid the guaranteed loneliness produced with long distance, poor phone reception, rain, overcast skies, and stoic urbanism that makes Seattle.
I still work at the same job. I still hate it. And I wonder sometimes that even if I changed occupations, would it do me any good? I find an intense displeasure in having to deal with a constant flux of people. I love individuals. I hate people. An IT job might be perfect if I had the technical know-how - great pay and not having to put up with too much stupid nonsense. Still, when I have the time, I pause and wonder what my calling is. I'm complacent with making shitty pay that is just enough to give me a little more than my rent. The complacency won't last though. I want more. I am greedy. I am human.
My summer for the most part has been pleasant. The weather here has been overall sunny and nice. Shorts and T-shirt weather. Blue skies. Rolling clouds. Lia has been back in town and we've been spending most of our time in each other's company. I've given her a spare key to my apartment and she's over at my place all the time. We've been getting more and more close and guiltily I take her presence here as a given. I don't even want to face her imminent departure at the end of the month. I try to savor every hug and kiss, trying to force my mind to remember how she feels in my arms and her on my lips. How beautiful she really looks and how no photos do her justice. Harvesting these forced memories as some hopeful future dispensary in what will hopefully aid the guaranteed loneliness produced with long distance, poor phone reception, rain, overcast skies, and stoic urbanism that makes Seattle.
I still work at the same job. I still hate it. And I wonder sometimes that even if I changed occupations, would it do me any good? I find an intense displeasure in having to deal with a constant flux of people. I love individuals. I hate people. An IT job might be perfect if I had the technical know-how - great pay and not having to put up with too much stupid nonsense. Still, when I have the time, I pause and wonder what my calling is. I'm complacent with making shitty pay that is just enough to give me a little more than my rent. The complacency won't last though. I want more. I am greedy. I am human.