Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A room with a view of fast women Spent yesterday at a tea party and then shooting pool (yes, an odd combination, the Victorians would never approve). Today is lazy day, and I've spent it watching A Room With A View (imagine! A Merchant-Ivory flick that doesn't end in misery! I must get the book now), and reading Jennifer Crusie's _Fast Women_, which is a lot of fun. Bemo is in a dead sleep - he worked the overnight shift again, and was so pissed off at something he learned by accident that he stayed up till about nine or ten before he went to bed. So consequently, he'll sleep the entire day away, I think. The tidbit of information he learned is that a job he had been hoping for, at Voice of America, has apparently been given to a young just-out-of-college, inexperienced former intern from one of the shows he sometimes deals with, as opposed to somebody with more experience (like, for example, Bemo himself.) So now the little guy is making 45K (which was the stated bottom range of the salary). Of course, it might not be the identical job that Bemo was hoping for, but the strong possibility that it *was* the same job sent him into a bit of a "why bother" tailspin. Yargh. I can't blame him, but I hate dealing with these funks, because sometimes I get too caught up in them and I start to spiral downward along with him. Tomorrow, inventory the Oklahoma Kitchen, and start pre-teardown work on the exhibit. Woo. At least I'll be too busy to be maudelen. 4:47 p.m. - 2002-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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