Planetarily reassuring as it is that the weather has crapified, it's really serving to remind me winter is for fucking suckers. It's not an ice storm yet, but I don't think far from the right conditions to get one. I personally enjoyed the last ice storm, when I was in a place with its own generator and a good supply of liquor, but lots of people in that area died, and not just boneheads who thought they could use their barbeques inside their homes. Anyways, we have gas heating and I have a salaried job, so a little city-wide shutdown wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Some candle-lit reading, singing, and taking aesthetically mind-blowing photographs. Definitely not the worst thing in the world. And hopefully people will have figured out how to not get killed since 1997.
Yeah, so speaking of that salaried job - Luke Duke wants someone who can commit to the kids until the summer. I can't. I'm not even sure that I'll find something between now and then in terms of work in my field, excitement over short-listing notwithstanding, but I do know that if I do get an offer to just about any of the jobs I've applied to so far, two weeks loose-end tying and I'm off . . . so it looks like I won't be able to spend that time with the kids and like I won't be able to quit my job until I find a career-y job. Fuck. Maybe he'll reconsider. I'm not sure he's made up his mind yet.
Feeling flat and dissappointed and not wanting to go back to that stupid, stupid office today to pretend telev1sion is great when it sucks. The way I explained it this weekend was that I'm fine writing inconsequential decontextualized articles for the magazine - it might not make me proud of myself, but it doesn't induce self-loathing either - but I can't sit there and fucking lie all day, especially when those lies aren't only untruths but are contrary to the truths of my personal vision of an ideal world.
Alright, that's enough whining for the morning, especially as I'm not going right to work, but to the dentists' for a cleaning that will hopefully involve nitrous oxide.
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goooooo nitrous oxide!! i hope one of us goes to work high this morning... and i wish it were me!
did mr. fernandes bring you toby's gift on Saturday?
It's a wicked, wicked snow storm here this morning - I'm so excited! Mainly because I don't have to go out in it...
Sorry to hear that the nannying might not work out after all. I appreciate Luke Duke's desire for someone 'till the summer...so Mrs. Luke Duke is already heading back to work then?
ps - in case you were wondering, Sugarplum's computer crashed last Thursday, hence no blogging!
Yes, I got Toby's gift, Lord love and keep you both. And yes, Mrs. Duke is already heading back to work.
Yeah, after I asked that, I thought, "D'uh - of course she's going back to work, otherwise what do they need with a nanny??"
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