Job Update
I hate waiting for the phone to ring. Yesterday, I actually took my mobile on the gym floor with me which I never do because I like to concentrate when I work out. Well at 11:55 the phone rings and I answer thinking it is this job-guy who I have been playing tag with for far too long. Well, it's not. It's Dude telling me when his surgery is and I have to act all concerned and stuff when I'm really annoyed because it's not job-guy and because this is really minor surgery.
Well, I get off the phone and guess what? Right. Job-guy called and left a VM while I was having this pointless convo with Dude. Why Cingular call-waiting does not work I will never know.
Anyway, the sheer ridiculousness of this enrages me. He has to call during the 30 seconds I am on the phone? Of course this is all a product of my having only one egg in one basket. But I still believe I am going to get this job and I do get kind of psychic sometimes. Like I began thinking last month about how Ellen Barkin has been married to Ron Perelman for a while and it seemed like it should have ended by now...and then it did. Weird. That kind of stuff happens to me a lot.
Well, job-guy said he would call back later but of course he did not. So I emailed him last night and then he emailed me back and said he would call Friday...So tedious. I'm at the point where I feel like saying, "uh, just hire me."
I am very punchy right now. I woke up at 4AM and took the subway at 5:15 AM to get to the hospital with Dude for his surgery. While he was under, I walked over to visit my parents. It's official. They are getting very old. Repeating themselves. Being very slow to comprehend. I guess it is inevitable. I fucking love them. Can't imagine my life and times without them.
I then went back to the hospital to pick up Dude who was jolly from drugs. He got a prescription for 50 EC Vico. Whoopee! My ship is in.
One thing about being in a hospital: they were all really nice and I am inspired to finally get my knee done. Been putting it off for a year. I haven't done kickboxing in forever and every time I run I feel like my kneecap is coming off. I have used the non-impact cardio as an excuse to do some heavy duty lifting and less cardio. Consequently I have added 3" to my chest and look like I can lift a small vehicle off the ground these days. That's not a bad thing, just different. I think for the summer I want to go back to Mr. Lean. We'll see. I enjoy experimenting with my body. Control issues. Very Ana of me to say I know except it's all about lifting and diet with me as opposed to starving and vomiting. Good night. And people need to stop telling me to see "Brokeback Mountain." That's so last month.
Well, I get off the phone and guess what? Right. Job-guy called and left a VM while I was having this pointless convo with Dude. Why Cingular call-waiting does not work I will never know.
Anyway, the sheer ridiculousness of this enrages me. He has to call during the 30 seconds I am on the phone? Of course this is all a product of my having only one egg in one basket. But I still believe I am going to get this job and I do get kind of psychic sometimes. Like I began thinking last month about how Ellen Barkin has been married to Ron Perelman for a while and it seemed like it should have ended by now...and then it did. Weird. That kind of stuff happens to me a lot.
Well, job-guy said he would call back later but of course he did not. So I emailed him last night and then he emailed me back and said he would call Friday...So tedious. I'm at the point where I feel like saying, "uh, just hire me."
I am very punchy right now. I woke up at 4AM and took the subway at 5:15 AM to get to the hospital with Dude for his surgery. While he was under, I walked over to visit my parents. It's official. They are getting very old. Repeating themselves. Being very slow to comprehend. I guess it is inevitable. I fucking love them. Can't imagine my life and times without them.
I then went back to the hospital to pick up Dude who was jolly from drugs. He got a prescription for 50 EC Vico. Whoopee! My ship is in.
One thing about being in a hospital: they were all really nice and I am inspired to finally get my knee done. Been putting it off for a year. I haven't done kickboxing in forever and every time I run I feel like my kneecap is coming off. I have used the non-impact cardio as an excuse to do some heavy duty lifting and less cardio. Consequently I have added 3" to my chest and look like I can lift a small vehicle off the ground these days. That's not a bad thing, just different. I think for the summer I want to go back to Mr. Lean. We'll see. I enjoy experimenting with my body. Control issues. Very Ana of me to say I know except it's all about lifting and diet with me as opposed to starving and vomiting. Good night. And people need to stop telling me to see "Brokeback Mountain." That's so last month.
posted by Bart at 12:08 AM
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