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You won't be the last beautiful girl.
Jun. 19th, 2003 11:38 amI have been such a huge slacker lately...in so many ways, but especially here. Now that even -Paul- is posting again, I guess I have to as well. Can't let him be cooler than me.
I'm unemployed again. Vera gave me this whole speech about how I think things through before I do them and how that's a bad thing, somehow. I also got "you realize you're the only one here with a 4 year degree, right? You're too good for this job." I reminded her that being without a job leaves me fucked sideways six ways from Tuesday, since I don't know anyone here or anywhere else than can help me, you know, not be on the streets. So she agreed to let me stay there part time until I find something else, which is so degrading. So I have an interview somewhere else here shortly, and another one tomorrow, and I'm really freaking tired of this whole situation.
Fortunately, the same day that happened we had the fotologger (and photologger) meetup. Since I needed to be around people that particular evening, it was a lucky break. And fun! We wandered up to Freeway Park. This is funny, because the only thing people have said about it since I moved here is "don't go up there or you'll be attacked by a rabid band of bums" or something to that effect. When I mentioned this to one of the other people there, he told me not to worry because I was with a group of people. Somehow, being with a group of photographers doesn't make me feel safer, although it is nice to know that my death would have been well-documented.
I should make some, um, friends here. Yeah. I'll get right on that.
Hay-den, I'm looking at you meanly, and you better know why. Also, every person who has visited my apartment so far stops at your self portrait and goes "hey, who's that? those are awful big glasses" and it makes me laugh.
I'm unemployed again. Vera gave me this whole speech about how I think things through before I do them and how that's a bad thing, somehow. I also got "you realize you're the only one here with a 4 year degree, right? You're too good for this job." I reminded her that being without a job leaves me fucked sideways six ways from Tuesday, since I don't know anyone here or anywhere else than can help me, you know, not be on the streets. So she agreed to let me stay there part time until I find something else, which is so degrading. So I have an interview somewhere else here shortly, and another one tomorrow, and I'm really freaking tired of this whole situation.
Fortunately, the same day that happened we had the fotologger (and photologger) meetup. Since I needed to be around people that particular evening, it was a lucky break. And fun! We wandered up to Freeway Park. This is funny, because the only thing people have said about it since I moved here is "don't go up there or you'll be attacked by a rabid band of bums" or something to that effect. When I mentioned this to one of the other people there, he told me not to worry because I was with a group of people. Somehow, being with a group of photographers doesn't make me feel safer, although it is nice to know that my death would have been well-documented.
I should make some, um, friends here. Yeah. I'll get right on that.
Hay-den, I'm looking at you meanly, and you better know why. Also, every person who has visited my apartment so far stops at your self portrait and goes "hey, who's that? those are awful big glasses" and it makes me laugh.
