everybody’s hating
there’s a serious dust storm going on outside. I know I’ve mentioned this; our apartment building serves as a windbreak after a vacant lot, so it’s pretty loud at my window. I left it open this afternoon when I went to work, and when I came back? thin layer of dust over my windowsill, and the computer that sits in front of it. nice.
I taught the new guy how to use Quark today. whatever else happens, the new guy is still friendly enough, and I’ll recognize that.
but jesus. fucking. christ. I hope this isn’t what it was like with me.
also, while I’m writing this, I’m getting the sneaking suspicion that the newspaper I interviewed with and its more-interested affiliate are checking this blog to see if I’ll write anything incriminating or derogatory.
I’m probably just being incredibly paranoid. but, well, okay.
today at work, my phone rang, while I was in the middle of teaching the hire how to put together a wire page about Anna Nicole Smith (yes). when I picked it up, it was none other that the EIC at this other paper. he proceeded towards an interview, you know, while I was at work, then stopped shortly when it became clear that I wasn’t having that. I have to call him tomorrow morning. seriously. jesus fuck. I feel like this is my dad.
during my lunch break, I talked to Alisha, who is back from a shade-under-two week trip to Europe. that’s a long time for me to go without talking to Alisha. seriously. say what you will.
it was a short conversation, as I had to go back to work, but she said at the end that she felt there was distance between us. and I said, not really. just I hadn’t spoken to her for a few weeks as she’d been on another continent, and my Taco Bell was getting cold, and I had ten minutes to eat it.
and that was legitimate, so I got off with it. but I didn’t tell her the third reason; that I think it was an expensive and bad idea to go in the first place as she should have stayed in Bloomington and studied math for a week. I can recognize that she had a great time, and I want to go overseas myself, Mar, but if she manages to fail or drop out of this class and burn another semester, I’m going to be pissed. pissed.
I didn’t say any of that. don’t want to jinx her. she’s capable of passing that class anyway, I think. so hopefully this never comes up and she’ll never really know why I felt distant in a phone conversation in March, 2007.
and though she doesn’t read this, I know I’m tempting fate by writing it out on here. it was just the first time I’ve been inspired to write something in a week or two. so, you know, knock on wood.
This goes without saying, but you are comepletely fond of this girl.