Well, I�ve been back at it for about a week, now (�it� being my life), and I�m not sure how I feel about everything. Perhaps you might call this my state of the existence address. Or perhaps you might not, because that title is stupid. Whatever.
Anyway, I once again don�t really have any sort of theme to tie together all the random things I�m thinking, but if the enduring popularity of other such past entries I�ve made (such as this one -- and I�m flattered, but still don�t really get why people seem to read that entry all the time) should teach me anything, it�s that people don�t mind when I switch gears. Repeatedly. Ergo�
So, on Friday, I had Sophie sign my timecard, which is something I�m still compelled to do as a temp (so I can, you know, get paid). But, as she did it, she gives me The Look and goes, "We need to set a meeting for next week, because we aren�t going to be doing this anymore." Which could mean a lot of things, although hopefully not that I�m going to get fired. I don�t think that�s what it means, though. She wasn�t giving me the Don�t Come Back look, just the You�ve Been Here Forever And It�s Stupid For Us To Keep Doing The Timecard Thing, Even Though I Don�t Think We�ll Be Actually Hiring You Anytime Soon Either look. Well, we can only hope.
I think I might be maybe getting kind of sick of working at Arts-Friendly Whatever. I mean, not like I got sick of working at Stupid Titanic Cruises (which, by the way, haunts me every single time I watch a show on FOX, as they film Arrested Development on and around the Stupid Titanic Cruises office, and I have to see it every time they show a promo), but sick in the sense that I think maybe I want to do something else with my life, and I feel like I�m now holding myself back by sticking around. In a correlation, the significance of which is not lost on me, this is pretty much what I started saying about Stupid Titanic Cruises after I�d been working there for about this same length of time (maybe you could call it the �seven month itch�?).
Anyway, due to me being a little sick of working here, I�m starting to get antsy. Like, I can�t sit still, because all I can think about is all the stuff I could be doing that isn�t �working at Arts-Friendly Blah-Blah�. It also makes this pile of crap on my desk I�m expected to slog through a little more daunting. Like, buzz off, annoying questions from irritating people! Of course, that could be my battle cry.
I love salad. I mean, I really love salad. Not enough to marry it, or make sweet love to it down by the fire, but enough that I pine for it when it�s not around. I recently discovered the salad bar at Whole Foods and I�ve never been the same. There�s actually a really good salad bar at Ralph�s, too! And it�s cheaper. So you can tell where I�ve been spending a lot of my time. And money. Ah, the money. Would that I had more of it. But we won�t go into that, because I�ll get depressed.
So anyway, this entry started out nowhere and pretty much stayed there, but I hope you enjoyed it. Tune in next time, when you�ll hear Nurse Piggy say, "Shut up, you assclown."
Someone Got Here By Searching For: Mr. Goodbars the candy And: parasurfing buy I�m Watching: Alias, and can I just say oh. My. Gaw. I�m Also Watching: Well, more Alias, because I�m still working through the Season 2 DVDs.