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And my shoes were scuffed
I keep thinking back to an interview I had, back when I was looking for an administrative job. The interview was at a temp agency, and the woman who “interviewed” me spent most of our conversation making comments about my wardrobe. “When you come in for an interview, you need to dress appropriately.” I was … Continue reading
It sounded cooler last night
This is the poem I wrote in my dream last night: Although we like wine so much better, We can’t deny water is wetter. …Still working on those articles.
Anger ball
I got some angry letters in response to an article I wrote. My first hate mail! I got the first two yesterday morning and was so saddened by having my writing compared to lukewarm porridge that I had to watch Alice in Wonderland, and have a picnic with the Lad, and eat an ice cream … Continue reading
I’ll stake my Pulitzer on it!
I attended a meeting of the Dog Advisory Committee last night for an article I’m writing. They were meeting to discuss the possibility of starting a timed use program in some of SF’s city parks. Timed use means that during some hours of the day (usually very early morning and late evening), owners can let … Continue reading
The biggest difference between working in an office and working from home is…
I use my federally-mandated fifteen minute break to take a shower.
You know you’ve been working from home too long…
…when you find yourself standing alone in the kitchen having an imaginary conversation with Helena Bonham Carter. Out loud.
Love literacy? Love standing six hours a day?
I saw an ad on Craigslist this morning with the heading “Love the written word? Love jewelry?” Yes and yes. I clicked it open and found a jewelry store in search of a counter jockey. Why was this placed in the Writers section? Because the jewelry has lines of poetry written on it, and the … Continue reading
My raincoat to little girls
What tickles me is seeing how many freelance writing ads on Craigslist offer “exposure” in place of “salary.” Fellas, if I wanted exposure I’d be opening my raincoat to little girls. What I want is rent money. I am a cab driver in a virtual city, see? There are thousands of us. Some of us … Continue reading
Saving Nine
For about ten years now I’ve been saving every postcard I received, which, due to my friendship with Michele, means I have quite a collection. A little while ago I decided to put them to use and decorated the bathroom and parts of the living room with various scenes from around the world. I’m thinking … Continue reading
Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow
Though he loves to work and slave For me every day He’d be so much better off If I went away But why should I leave him? Why should I go? He’d be unhappy Without me I know I’ve got that man Crazy for me He’s funny that way The Lad will soon be taking … Continue reading