This day is killing me. I am all dressed up cute today and I am just sitting here, staring at my Gmail inbox ticker- waiting for it to say "5". It has been on 4 all morning, I rec'd an e-mail from a local business about an event this Saturday but I deleted in right away. I am saving the 5 spot for a really good one!
The 4 unread emails are YouTube music links, which I cant play at work.
Oh! The sort of cute hippie guy who works at the mountain travel place next door just walked by! He is taking his lunch pretty early.
If I get a 5th email while I am writing this, I will report it. If I get a text, I will report that as well.
I spent all morning cruising craigslist for work, what a horrid woeful gut wringing activity that is!!!!! I applied for one: a substitute teachers aid in Orinda, for special needs kids. Thinking Big!
Being self depreciating and sarcastic is sooooo 90's. I just don't know what to replace it with. Brutal Honesty? Confidence!? I hear the kids these days ( the ones in their 20's), are brimming with clickety clackety confidence. You know all that self help crap we heard in the 90's: "Don't take no for answer", "Think outside the box", "Act now and think later!", and on and on. . . well THEY are embodying those mantras like it were as natural as eating grapes! Doggone it.
The guy from next door walked by again, he is not really my type.
I am so brain dead here that when the phone rings I have to pause with the headset at my ear as I stare off into space and try to recall the name of the company. I totally know it, but when I pick up the phone I go blank for a moment. Hopefully the people on the other end of the line just think the phone has to travel a long way from the cradle to the side of my head.
This business guy from the other office next door just walked by and said into his bluetooth" I have a raging headache today". It was funny. Raging. I get migraines and regular old headaches from time to time and I don't think I have never called them raging.
Or killer.
Or pounding.
It's 12:09, and I should try and put off taking my lunch break for as long as possible.
I just deleted like 6 really lame sentences. Guess I am done.
In case I reread this and come to the conclusion that I am a whiner with no ability to "make things happen!", I will add one thing.
You are the cutest, nicest, most interesting, most honest and most awesome person in the world!
* And just for the record, I am aware that we are in the middle of an "Economic Crisis the Likes of The Great Depression", and that a " Historical Presidential Election" is taking place.
No 5th email. whatever.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Advertising in Action
I decided to blog again today, even though I swore it off yesterday-after my first post. There is so much to learn, ugh, and I have decided that while no one will read this it is still something.
Plus, there is not much to do at most temp jobs besides cruise the Internet and that starts to erode my soul after the fifth hour.
And, I need writing practice. I have always been a lazy writer and a so so at best typist. Being out of work is painful on many levels, but the battering that my self esteem takes is the worst of it. Maybe this will help.
OK, so now that I have rationalized why I think it is OK for me to do this, I will get on with it.
I am temping in Emeryville today (E-Ville as they say here in the office) and I decided that I would take an extra 10 minutes for my lunch break. I told my supervisor that I had an errand to run, and that I would make up the extra 10 minutes. You betcha I would! The thing about being a temp is that you have to be scratchy clean. All the time.
Wandering around during your lunch break at a temp job can be like wandering around in a really boring foreign country that you are visiting for the first time.
I went to the Goodwill and it was starting to depress me in that way that only a thrift store outing can. The store was too cold and the light was hitting it with such a glare that everything looked dusty and bright. ick.
I finally found an old dress from Neimen Marcus, and even though it was too small I bought it anyway. It's really cute! I told myself what I always tell myself, " I will alter it, I will learn how to alter things, and I will alter it". I will probably just end up keeping it unbuttoned and wearing a tank under it, it may work.
I crossed the street and saw a big sign advertising McDonald's Iced Coffee. It looked delicious! I vaguely recalled some notion that people felt they could count on McDonald's for a decent cup of coffee so I walked right in. I felt that familiar buttery warmth that I sometimes feel when I am at a fast food place, like everything will be alright because they are so consistent and they know how to take care of you. It only lasts a second.
I ordered a large coffee and asked if they put sugar in it. The guy said yes, 4 pumps. Knowing most people's tolerance for sweet drinks is way higher than mine, I asked for 1.
It was so huge, my iced coffee. It was bigger than my head, it was totally disproportionate to my body. When I got back to my job, I was thankful that I sat up front so no one would see me traipse through the office holding this huge McDonald's iced coffee.
And it was gross too, not even in a guilty pleasure way like cheap frozen burritos or ding dongs.
I couldn't even drink it.
McDonald's-I will NEVER order an iced coffee from you again!
Plus, there is not much to do at most temp jobs besides cruise the Internet and that starts to erode my soul after the fifth hour.
And, I need writing practice. I have always been a lazy writer and a so so at best typist. Being out of work is painful on many levels, but the battering that my self esteem takes is the worst of it. Maybe this will help.
OK, so now that I have rationalized why I think it is OK for me to do this, I will get on with it.
I am temping in Emeryville today (E-Ville as they say here in the office) and I decided that I would take an extra 10 minutes for my lunch break. I told my supervisor that I had an errand to run, and that I would make up the extra 10 minutes. You betcha I would! The thing about being a temp is that you have to be scratchy clean. All the time.
Wandering around during your lunch break at a temp job can be like wandering around in a really boring foreign country that you are visiting for the first time.
I went to the Goodwill and it was starting to depress me in that way that only a thrift store outing can. The store was too cold and the light was hitting it with such a glare that everything looked dusty and bright. ick.
I finally found an old dress from Neimen Marcus, and even though it was too small I bought it anyway. It's really cute! I told myself what I always tell myself, " I will alter it, I will learn how to alter things, and I will alter it". I will probably just end up keeping it unbuttoned and wearing a tank under it, it may work.
I crossed the street and saw a big sign advertising McDonald's Iced Coffee. It looked delicious! I vaguely recalled some notion that people felt they could count on McDonald's for a decent cup of coffee so I walked right in. I felt that familiar buttery warmth that I sometimes feel when I am at a fast food place, like everything will be alright because they are so consistent and they know how to take care of you. It only lasts a second.
I ordered a large coffee and asked if they put sugar in it. The guy said yes, 4 pumps. Knowing most people's tolerance for sweet drinks is way higher than mine, I asked for 1.
It was so huge, my iced coffee. It was bigger than my head, it was totally disproportionate to my body. When I got back to my job, I was thankful that I sat up front so no one would see me traipse through the office holding this huge McDonald's iced coffee.
And it was gross too, not even in a guilty pleasure way like cheap frozen burritos or ding dongs.
I couldn't even drink it.
McDonald's-I will NEVER order an iced coffee from you again!
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