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03.29.2002 - 10:00 a.m.
Friday
I used to work downtown. I rode the same buses, the 18 and the
15, to and from work everyday. Sometimes in warm weather I would
walk home, but because I am a lazy slut (and prone to wearing
heels) that didn't happen too often. It's about a 10-15 minute
bus ride is ALWAYS filled with more bizarre characters than your
average David Lynch film.
There's the enormously
fat women dragging a huge suitcase, taking up 129 seats, there's
the disheveled drunken guys yelling about how we 'oughta just
bomb those fuckers', there's the wanna-be gangsta kids with the
seat of their pants dragging along the floor, there's the stony-faced
bus driver who loves to slam the brakes and send everyone crashing
into each other. It's always like a cast from a particularly
putrid Saturday Night Live skit.
So I took the bus home
after lunch (journal-writers get together with Peaches, Feng, and Haze) Wednesday. My standard bus M.O. used
to include projecting a strong psychic vibe that insinuated I
was incapable of speech or comprehension, but I seem to have
lost the knack. I ended up sitting next to an odorous fellow
with maybe 7 teeth that immediately launched into a chatty dialogue
with me.
"Whatcha got in there,
yer mother in law?" Pointing to my backpack.
"Um, no."
"But that made you laugh, huh?"
(Silence. Thousand-yard stare deployed.)
"You shpeak English?"
"No."
"BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You think I'm cute, don't you?"
"No."
"Yeah, but I bet I made you laugh, huh?"
"Yep..that was a good one." (desperately craning head
to find new seat)
"Hey, you can be nice to me. I did my good deed for the
day."
"That's nice."
"I'm a boy shcout! (mad chortles) Are you a girl shcout?"
(Silence. Vibe-projection.)
"Do you shell COOKIESH??? (digging elbow into
me, stale beer fumes wafting about)
You know when you're stuck
next to a complete circus freak on a bus and you start getting
all these Sympathy Glances from the other people and the freak
is bugging the HELL out of you and you want to stand up and swing
your backpack full of 67 library books above your head in a big
circle and make a big huge noise like "WAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
Yeah, that's how it was.
:::
So I didn't update yesterday,
because I went to the gym, then I had this really long interview,
and then an old friend of JB's came to visit. This guy is from
Holland and he's spending a year traveling the world. He stays
in hostels, and spends a few days in various places doing odd
jobs. He worked as a deck hand on a boat that sailed from Morocco
to the West Indies, he did construction work in Miami, he even
did some dental assistant work in Mexico (note: do NOT get dental
work in Mexico). Today he's leaving for New Zealand - from there
he goes to Bangkok, then plans to ride a motorcycle from Vietnam
to China, then fly to Beijing, then travel by train to Moscow.
I hate this guy!
Don't you? Let's all just take a moment and wallow in jealous
hatred.
"But - wait,"
you say. "Did you just mention something about an interview?
Is it possible Sundry's long arid unemployment could end?
MY GOD!!"
Or maybe you don't say
that. Anywhoo, I did have a lengthy interview for a marketing
job. It's with a really small company that makes cool Mac software,
has cats running around the offices, and offers crazy perks like
maid service. The job itself has some potentially exciting opportunities.
Drawback? The pay is very poopy.
So. Poopy Pay vs. Possibly
Rewarding Job. I'm leaning towards Rewarding Job. But…MAN,
I am sick of being fucked in the goat ass, budgetarily speaking.
I'll stew on it over the
weekend. We're heading down to Oregon today, to spend time with
JB's family. Easter dinner and all that happy crappy. We'll spend
the night in Eugene tonight with our friends who have a HOT TUB
- whoo hoo!
Have a splendiferous weekend.
Spend some quality time here.
Sundry's Message Board
go back :::
forward
03.27.2002 - It
was all very Punk and Totally Rebellious. Except that it sucked
03.26.2002 - The
thing about eating no carbs is that every trip to the kitchen
is a mini tragedy.
03.25.2002 - I'll
say this for the whole egg-dyeing orgy, though.
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