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Go out tonight & meet the dawn again
Jun. 30th, 2006 07:13 amMy guts are a little messed up, in a literal, intestinal problem way. I'm sure part of this is psychosomatic. I'm sure more of it is that in stressful times, my eating habits are the first thing to get unbalanced. Last night I stood at the bus stop at Foster and Western at 9:30 eating a snack in lieu of dinner that consisted of a slurpee, string cheese, and large pepperoni slim jim stick. Is there a non-obscene way to eat a 2 foot long meat stick? I don't think so. The guy waiting with me at the stop seemed visibly uncomfortable at times.
I have never been officially informed of the "casual fridays" dress code at this temp job, but then again, I was never officially informed of how to call reception or how to pick up a parked call or how to call the developer at the City of Elgin and explain the delicate situation of a client signing the wrong document that we sent to him and needing to resend the other version and this was not an attempt to "pull one over" on the City of Elgin, and yet, I have managed to do all of those things. So I think I will manage casual fridays. Except, jeans seem like too big of a leap. I mean, I have seen people wear jeans there. But they are all mom jeans or dad jeans. That somehow makes them seem more corporate to me. Then again, what does it really matter what I wear. It's Friday and I'm not working for them next week.
Being back in a law office is weird. Working in a corporate office environment in general is weird and mostly foreign. The last time I've done this was the summer I was 19 and I did this program at my father's office, where children of employees apply for a special internship. I made copies all day, testing out machines in the Quality Assurance lab. I worked with all the temps who got hired to do the same job and made more money per hour than I did.
I can't say parts of it don't fascinate me, because they do. Some of the most random things surprise me -- like when I told one person it was my birthday on monday, they immediately told it to the other people I work closely to. Which was sweet and made sense. But yesterday, the gruff macho mailroom guy saw me in the hallway and said, "hey, I heard it was your birthday this week, congratulations man!" and stuck out his hand to shake. I felt like I had somehow passed initiation.
I'm very happy to have this source of income while I'm waiting to hear about other work opportunities. Still waiting on ASM, the people who funded my teaching gig the past two years, to contact me about approving my new grant application and if they've placed me anywhere. I'm going in next week to interview with another arts education program. I'm talking with someone at another place about teaching intensive fiction writing workshops to young writers. Lots of maybes, but still nice to get the energy out there in the right direction, away from my current responsibilities of typing letters.
I haven't adjusted totally to being back to a 9-5 schedule and frankly, I don't want to. I think I want to stay a little on edge, a little fcked up, a little waiting to get back to the place I want to be. But sometimes being in the midst of exactly what I don't want helps provide clarity on what I do.
I want to get back on my bike. I want to take more long walks like I did last night. I want to keep reading, but more. I want to go to more $5 movies and cheap matinees by myself. I want to go to more author readings. I want to go to L.A.
And tonight I want to sing karaoke and laugh until my throat and chest burn in the morning.
I have never been officially informed of the "casual fridays" dress code at this temp job, but then again, I was never officially informed of how to call reception or how to pick up a parked call or how to call the developer at the City of Elgin and explain the delicate situation of a client signing the wrong document that we sent to him and needing to resend the other version and this was not an attempt to "pull one over" on the City of Elgin, and yet, I have managed to do all of those things. So I think I will manage casual fridays. Except, jeans seem like too big of a leap. I mean, I have seen people wear jeans there. But they are all mom jeans or dad jeans. That somehow makes them seem more corporate to me. Then again, what does it really matter what I wear. It's Friday and I'm not working for them next week.
Being back in a law office is weird. Working in a corporate office environment in general is weird and mostly foreign. The last time I've done this was the summer I was 19 and I did this program at my father's office, where children of employees apply for a special internship. I made copies all day, testing out machines in the Quality Assurance lab. I worked with all the temps who got hired to do the same job and made more money per hour than I did.
I can't say parts of it don't fascinate me, because they do. Some of the most random things surprise me -- like when I told one person it was my birthday on monday, they immediately told it to the other people I work closely to. Which was sweet and made sense. But yesterday, the gruff macho mailroom guy saw me in the hallway and said, "hey, I heard it was your birthday this week, congratulations man!" and stuck out his hand to shake. I felt like I had somehow passed initiation.
I'm very happy to have this source of income while I'm waiting to hear about other work opportunities. Still waiting on ASM, the people who funded my teaching gig the past two years, to contact me about approving my new grant application and if they've placed me anywhere. I'm going in next week to interview with another arts education program. I'm talking with someone at another place about teaching intensive fiction writing workshops to young writers. Lots of maybes, but still nice to get the energy out there in the right direction, away from my current responsibilities of typing letters.
I haven't adjusted totally to being back to a 9-5 schedule and frankly, I don't want to. I think I want to stay a little on edge, a little fcked up, a little waiting to get back to the place I want to be. But sometimes being in the midst of exactly what I don't want helps provide clarity on what I do.
I want to get back on my bike. I want to take more long walks like I did last night. I want to keep reading, but more. I want to go to more $5 movies and cheap matinees by myself. I want to go to more author readings. I want to go to L.A.
And tonight I want to sing karaoke and laugh until my throat and chest burn in the morning.
