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Aug. 3rd, 2004 10:44 amI just applied for a part-time position being an office manager for an attorney. WTF? I'm addicted. I mean, I don't need to be reminded about how I felt when I left my last job. But the thing is, I was spending most of the 40 hours sitting around. This is somewhat similar work, but a different area of law, flexible hours, only 15 or so of them a week, and it would basically just be me working for this guy alone in an office (he wouldn't even be around half the time). Plus, I figured, why not apply? It's not like sending a resume means I'm automatically entering into a contract for indentured servitude. If I interview and my skin crawls at the idea of being at a desk again, even part-time, I can always say no. Then again, I need some steady income and the idea of doing office work in this situation is way more appealing than just straight up temp agency work, which is the next step.
I've had way too much coffee this morning -- two of the BIG mugs. I keep catching myself pacing around the apartment. I don't even remember starting it. It's like I'm in the middle of some thought or project and then suddenly I realized I'm going back and forth in the kitchen and hallway. In this state, the idea of settling down and reading (which I have a lot of) is not terribly appealing. This is probably a good time to lift some weights.
Last night while sitting around naked except for my bright red superhero briefs, I had to laugh about the lovely downtime Lowenstein and I were having, reconnecting after having a night apart. We were playing scrabble and watching a PBS special called "History Detectives" that had four segments where people researched the meaning and explanation for various historical sites or artifacts (e.g. the apartment building where Lincoln's assasination attempt was supposedly brainstormed, a cannon that started the american revolutionary war). Not exactly a wild and crazy night (at least not until we got into bed). In fact, activities that some might construe as extremely boring. But even highly social partying kinky people need to relax. And also, at heart, these kinky people are also big nerds who need to nurture various sides of our personality. Who knows what we'll be up to tonight.
Though if I don't calm down and get some work done today, I know exactly what I'll be doing -- sitting on the couch in front of the fan with multiple books.
I've had way too much coffee this morning -- two of the BIG mugs. I keep catching myself pacing around the apartment. I don't even remember starting it. It's like I'm in the middle of some thought or project and then suddenly I realized I'm going back and forth in the kitchen and hallway. In this state, the idea of settling down and reading (which I have a lot of) is not terribly appealing. This is probably a good time to lift some weights.
Last night while sitting around naked except for my bright red superhero briefs, I had to laugh about the lovely downtime Lowenstein and I were having, reconnecting after having a night apart. We were playing scrabble and watching a PBS special called "History Detectives" that had four segments where people researched the meaning and explanation for various historical sites or artifacts (e.g. the apartment building where Lincoln's assasination attempt was supposedly brainstormed, a cannon that started the american revolutionary war). Not exactly a wild and crazy night (at least not until we got into bed). In fact, activities that some might construe as extremely boring. But even highly social partying kinky people need to relax. And also, at heart, these kinky people are also big nerds who need to nurture various sides of our personality. Who knows what we'll be up to tonight.
Though if I don't calm down and get some work done today, I know exactly what I'll be doing -- sitting on the couch in front of the fan with multiple books.
