Went to bed at 10 but an overheated mind kept me tossing. Woke at 6:30, bounding into the day. With Jusin's Sexy Back in my ears, I bounced the 5 blocks from the busstop to the temp agency. At 8, by fateful chance, the elevator doors opened to reveal Temp Lady and the Other Temp Lady (OTL is the one I was to speak with.) I accepted the ( Read more... )

I've just returned from an "informational interview" -- those are those lovely occassions where you interview with someone without the pesky prospect of employment. You're just there for information.

This one didn't go so well.

It mainly served to demonstrate (to myself and the interviewer) how dreadfully unfocused I am. Okay, here I go. ( Read more... )

Once again I show no stomach. No gusto. I stayed hidden today, turning no the AC occassionally and playing too much computer game. To no avail, I might add. I'm supposed to be saving some kid, but he keeps dying. Loser ( Read more... )

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Finally. An unlikely (but extremely welcome) source has a casual connection to an Augsburg person of note! Grad Student Matt knows the Auggie GLBT Student Services guy, and will call him tomorrow to put in a good word! And, today, I finally turned in the application. I bused over there (a measly 10 minute ride!) and biked up to the building. I ( Read more... )

I was worried that I was neglecting you. I'm not. Whew.

The summer of lazitude has begun! I'm limiting myself to less than 9 hours of sleep per day, though I still have little ugly marks under my eyes. Today was a pleasant, lazy bike ride through the city. First, to drop off the nearly late "SLC Punk" (still a good film), then across the river ( Read more... )

I don't know how to shop without phramok. I keep buying meats (family-sized sets of chicken breasts, pork, etc) while meat from last week still waits for me. Last night, I ate at a friend's. Tonight I ate at the HRC meeting. I'm stocking, acquisitively and worriedly, and for no reason. Maybe I'm worried that I'll have no job and no money for food. ( Read more... )

Why can't I write about myself? I can wax lyric about ants, but I can't string together two worthwhile words to save myself from poverty. W. T. F. ??

Wait. I just did. That wasn't really so bad. Just difficult to start. Sweet Jebus, I'm glad phramok was online to coax me out of my pouty-funk.

I'm reading Michener's Texas now. He's a nice ( Read more... )

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Mad props to the single mothers out there. Not that there would be (m)any reading my livejournal, but still. With phramok gone, all the household chores fall on my little shoulders -- it's hard just taking care of myself! I can only imagine how freakin hard it must be to take care of one (or more!!) infants. Just... crazy. I've always said that ( Read more... )