12 January, 2004
Okay so I'd love to help you with the mail out on Wednesday but you still haven't got back to me on it so I'm afraid I can't. Oh well.
Back from breakfast, back from the city. Comment so far that's ringing over a few times more than necessary, "Why do you always do it again when I tell you not to do something? Whatever it is, I ask you not to and you do it one more time."
Um...
Have a diaryland friend who's missing in action and its a weird feeling- to not pay enough attention (cos if you'd been paying attention you might know what's going on) and then when you go to see what's happening they are nowhere to be found.
Hmmm.
I'm frowning.
Ever go a day without a shower? It is the oddest sensation.
I dyed my hair last night.
I was looking at my fringe and thought- today on the tram- gee that's fucking light ay?
I have magazines. I have eight hours of work on my own (OH LORD THE BOREDOM!) where I have to avoid getting busted reading magazines by the 'bosses.' Which really is what makes it boring.
I'm so tired (early breakfast- up at seven) so I'm going to have to actually do something other than read or play solitare... and I think I can have a proper job again? Sheesh who am I kidding!
So this job yeah, well it looks good- I mean I WANT IT and that's saying something cos most jobs leave me cold. The chill of fear is in me already but I glanced into the building (where the new shop is) and it has a good feeling- so maybe..
I wished that 'if nothing else works out perfectly this year- or works out at all- I hope this works out.'
Someone PLEASE... anyone who's religious, anyone who's not, please please please send up happy job job vibes (shhh don't be filthy minded) for me.
I'm going to listen to Icehouse at work over and over and over tonight.
I get paid one hundred dollars for my bordem. I should shut up and be thankful.
Thankyou money job gods- please send me more.