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Feb. 21st, 2002
A Fine Day...
Feb. 21st, 2002 01:40 pmSee... I write, even when happy!
Sometimes my sense of humor gets in the way of my ability to communicate. I made an off the cuff remark this morning about my status of employment... a couple of hours later Kim (my boss) called, "Judy told me that you said I'm not allowing you to leave..." No, no... I never said that. That's the impression I left Judy with however... I'm too much of a smart-ass.
Yesterday, Ryn asked if she could work my shift. I agreed, then later went back to her desk and told her how the first thing that popped into my head when she asked was a meatloaf song, "oh, I would do anything for love... but, I won't do that." See, I like sleeping in on Thursdays (when I am scheduled to work 2 to 11). However, I really like being able to do little things for L. I love being able to do little things for her, and didn't mind trading shifts at all. I'd give my Thursdays to her, if it would help, or make her happy... But, my little joke made her feel bad (and for that I feel like an ass). Oh, I would do anything for love... and I would do that. Ehhhh...
My stupid sense of humor.
I haven't had anything to eat today (do six jolly-ranchers count?). I'm functioning on a forced-fast. It occurred to me, while I was in the shower, that Ryn had opened last Thursday. "Shit," I thought... She opens Thursdays. I'm supposed to open this morning!" So started the mad rush - no time for breakfast - (but I did have time to stop for coffee... I always have time to stop for coffee) to work. Along the drive the thought occurred to me that Ryn might have been covering for Judy last week, and there existed a faint recollection of an e-mail that had been circulated regarding that. However, when I pulled into the parking lot I noticed that Judy's van was missing. "Shit, shit, shit..." Sheepishly, I made my way through the building and down the stairs where Azucena stood, talking on the phone while spying me with suspicious eyes. She hung up. "Where's Judy," I asked shyly, while expecting the worst. "She's in the restroom." "Where's her van?" "She drove that little grey car." "Oh, oh yes... I did see that little grey car. Hmmm... I'm hungry."
Thus, my day was started... and I'm still hungry.
I've been looking at a library job at the University of Nevada, Reno. Might apply... No, I will apply. It can not hurt to test the waters, and I simply need more money. Yep money... I have to turn a bit greedy (just a bit). I can't live in Americanized poverty much longer. I need to be able to afford a good dinner and a camping trip in the same week.
Sometimes my sense of humor gets in the way of my ability to communicate. I made an off the cuff remark this morning about my status of employment... a couple of hours later Kim (my boss) called, "Judy told me that you said I'm not allowing you to leave..." No, no... I never said that. That's the impression I left Judy with however... I'm too much of a smart-ass.
Yesterday, Ryn asked if she could work my shift. I agreed, then later went back to her desk and told her how the first thing that popped into my head when she asked was a meatloaf song, "oh, I would do anything for love... but, I won't do that." See, I like sleeping in on Thursdays (when I am scheduled to work 2 to 11). However, I really like being able to do little things for L. I love being able to do little things for her, and didn't mind trading shifts at all. I'd give my Thursdays to her, if it would help, or make her happy... But, my little joke made her feel bad (and for that I feel like an ass). Oh, I would do anything for love... and I would do that. Ehhhh...
My stupid sense of humor.
I haven't had anything to eat today (do six jolly-ranchers count?). I'm functioning on a forced-fast. It occurred to me, while I was in the shower, that Ryn had opened last Thursday. "Shit," I thought... She opens Thursdays. I'm supposed to open this morning!" So started the mad rush - no time for breakfast - (but I did have time to stop for coffee... I always have time to stop for coffee) to work. Along the drive the thought occurred to me that Ryn might have been covering for Judy last week, and there existed a faint recollection of an e-mail that had been circulated regarding that. However, when I pulled into the parking lot I noticed that Judy's van was missing. "Shit, shit, shit..." Sheepishly, I made my way through the building and down the stairs where Azucena stood, talking on the phone while spying me with suspicious eyes. She hung up. "Where's Judy," I asked shyly, while expecting the worst. "She's in the restroom." "Where's her van?" "She drove that little grey car." "Oh, oh yes... I did see that little grey car. Hmmm... I'm hungry."
Thus, my day was started... and I'm still hungry.
I've been looking at a library job at the University of Nevada, Reno. Might apply... No, I will apply. It can not hurt to test the waters, and I simply need more money. Yep money... I have to turn a bit greedy (just a bit). I can't live in Americanized poverty much longer. I need to be able to afford a good dinner and a camping trip in the same week.
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Feb. 21st, 2002 01:44 pmI'm also thinking about working for an outdoor therapy company. I wouldn't mind supervising troubled kids while backpacking through the wilderness. It would be good for me... Wilderness is always so good for me.
I've remembered why I first doubted the existence of God. It was the fat kid, feeling lonely, having always struggled to feel loved, wanting to feel God's love, wanting to be saved.
It was the realization that God could never make me feel love that planted the first seeds of doubt...
If anything, my God should be love.
I use to cry myself to sleep because I could not feel loved.
I've been walking the streets of Provo this evening, with my headphones on, thinking about my life... and each lit window, down every street, I see a person kneeling to God, praying... feeling loved.
I love... and remembering how I used to be brings a bit of sadness... but I love, and I love me, and tonight I'll sleep well... yet, still haunted by a God who should be love.
It was the realization that God could never make me feel love that planted the first seeds of doubt...
If anything, my God should be love.
I use to cry myself to sleep because I could not feel loved.
I've been walking the streets of Provo this evening, with my headphones on, thinking about my life... and each lit window, down every street, I see a person kneeling to God, praying... feeling loved.
I love... and remembering how I used to be brings a bit of sadness... but I love, and I love me, and tonight I'll sleep well... yet, still haunted by a God who should be love.
another quick thought
Feb. 21st, 2002 08:19 pmai wrote me an email today... two actually. one had a short message followed by one picture of he and his wife and another of his two kittens. the other was a beautiful reminder of what an amazing friend i have in ai.
i'm very lucky.
i wish he was not in new york. that's too far away...
i'm very lucky.
i wish he was not in new york. that's too far away...
i remember taking a bath with my baby brother. i was sitting in the front of the tub, playing with my duke's of hazzard car, he was standing up, pissing on my shoulder.
that may have been the last bath we took together...
ahhh, the age of innocence
that may have been the last bath we took together...
ahhh, the age of innocence