Rain, rain....
This weather is crazy. It is absolutely crazy. I am lucky because I am one of those people who really enjoys a good thunderstorm. Jonathan and I stood out on the fire escape and watched the lightning bounce off of the backs of buildings and make the leaves look very obvious. They were obvious leaves, I swear. We had a cigarette (two separate ones), and then we proceeded to clean the apartment. A good storm cleaning. The only thing left to do is laundry, and it has to be done soon, because we are both running out of underwear and that cannot be good.
Today work was really awesome, and we made a lot of money and didn't do very much actual work. I was pleased to help Long Island moms buy cookware and look at knives. I talked about my aunts. Pretty much all gaggles of Italian/Jewish women in their early 50s-late 40s remind me of my aunts. All of my aunts are actually staying with my parents right now, and it is only at times like these, when my family is all together, that I wish I didn't have to work and could just pick up and go visit the shore and see everyone. Also: I really like the shore.
On Friday Jonathan and I played some tennis and we fell in love with a dog. Maybe the dog fell in love with us. I'm not really sure, but there was love exchanged and it was nice. The dog's name is Sasha, he's ten years old, and he weighs 14lbs. He's up for adoption and we are very sincerely considering getting him. He is a poodle type thing, but we are not sure if he is well, and I don't want a terribly sick little puppy to worry over, although I'm sure that adopting him would be an act of tikkun olam. I don't know -- I would really like a pet, though.
Last night we went to La Superior and had so many delicious things to eat. We also realized that we could both probably live on their tacos. The tacos are that good. Perfectly seasoned and awesome. Then we went to see Scary Mansion perform with imochan and they were really quite good. It started to rain, so we went home. It was a good night.
I don't really have much else to say. I am amazed by how rapid and strange my moods are. I swear, I was a wreck last week. I cried on just about everything. Could barely keep my shit together at work. Hid in a corner next to some filing cabinets and cried it out. Bad news, kids. Terrible news.... This weeks at Jewish Job is going to suck, though, despite my improved mood. Everyone is away except for me and creepy office manager, who is so creepy and can barely make eye contact and says very strange things. He's also nearly fifty, and frequently tells creepy stories about hitting on young girls. Plus, he has this totally strange, breathy, weasel laugh. This is a recent conversation:
Office Manager: Do you use a Mac at home?
Me: Yes, we have two.
OM: So, you're a Mac person (weasel laugh)?
Me: Yup, me and my boyfriend.
OM: Oh, you have a boyfriend.
Me: Yup.
OM: I didn't know you had a boyfriend. Good for you (weasel laugh, extended).
Me: ...thanks?
I guess my point is that I'm not looking forward to spending two weeks alone with him in the office. Plus, as an intern, I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing all by myself for that much time. Usually, people just give me whatever they don't want to do, and without people I'm going to be at something of a loss. I'll keep you updated.