14-SEPT-2004
I work in an office, that you have to write the date like this, because apparently Americans are the only ones who do it the other way. I think it seems pretentious when I catch my self doing this outside of work. I feel like one of those people you meet who tells you all about studying in Europe when they were 16 and how it changed their life. Wow, if you traveled to Europe when you were 16, this doesn't necessarily apply to you. You should ask yourself these questions: Do you use terms like "cheers" or "bon weekend" in everyday conversation? When you are at a bar, is the only thing you can think to tell a stranger related back to your host parents 10 years ago? Do you think that everyone would think that your life is really really interesting? Do you cherish your photo albums? Do you keep track of time on the military clock, bake with metric instruments, or gage the temperature in Celsius to be exotic? If you answered yes these questions, I'm sorry I was a jerk to you just then, I'm secretly a little jealous of you.
As things are developing with this position here at work, it seems like I'll be doing less and less of the work I want to be doing...Okay, when I say "work I want to be doing" I obviously only mean, work I want to say that I'm doing to impress you. The truth is that I don't want to be doing any work at all...Least of all the stuff that actually gets me worried or confused. We all like easy work. We are lazy people. But mostly I didn't want to be a secretary, not because I mind doing what secretaries do, but mostly because I don't want to be at a dinner party talking about landing my next great job as an assistant to someone who actually has a great job. But, I don't really go to dinner parties anyway.
It looks like for the next few months that I will have to do much more administrative stuff than I signed on for, but that's just the nature of the organization, they're short on funds so blah blah blah. The good part is that they want me to keep my title because I'm doing all the same things that the Program Coordinators are doing....I might even get to travel. So hey! What do I care if I am making more photo copies than I'd like to be? For the time being I have the easy job of secretary with all of the perks of being not-a-secretary. Not too bad.
don't tell the grown ups..Because when I see them, I'm going to brag and pretend I'm way more important than I am.
hahaha. The grown ups.
yesterday I left the office at 7, which sucked, because I realized that I worked almost an 11 hour day, minus my 15 minute grab-a-sandwich (let's not call it lunch.) When I got home, the jayman made me a chicken dinner and biscuits he made from scratch. Boo-yah. I got a chance to pay my bills and send my best friend a real letter in the mail.
...Did I tell you, Internet, I have the prettiest stamps right now. I'm not usually the sort of person that picks out pretty stamps, or picks out stamps at all. I'm the kind of person that gets whatever they have at the post office or steals them from work or something...but the stamps I got are the Lewis and Clark expedition stamps. They look old fashioned and pretty. Send me a letter and eventually you'll get one back from me with a pretty stamp on it.
oh wow, I really have turned into an old lady.
speaking of old ladies, I had this dream last night that my grandmother, the cutest lady on earth, was playing in a really loud band at the Talking head (except in my dream, the talking head was Goucher College... but you know what I mean) it was adorable, geez. The cutest part about that dream was that she took a bus there and it was an early show so she could go home to go to sleep. jeez, so cute.
note: I've been spelling geez two different ways: Jeez and Geez. That's strange of me.
adios amigos
beso, beso!
I work in an office, that you have to write the date like this, because apparently Americans are the only ones who do it the other way. I think it seems pretentious when I catch my self doing this outside of work. I feel like one of those people you meet who tells you all about studying in Europe when they were 16 and how it changed their life. Wow, if you traveled to Europe when you were 16, this doesn't necessarily apply to you. You should ask yourself these questions: Do you use terms like "cheers" or "bon weekend" in everyday conversation? When you are at a bar, is the only thing you can think to tell a stranger related back to your host parents 10 years ago? Do you think that everyone would think that your life is really really interesting? Do you cherish your photo albums? Do you keep track of time on the military clock, bake with metric instruments, or gage the temperature in Celsius to be exotic? If you answered yes these questions, I'm sorry I was a jerk to you just then, I'm secretly a little jealous of you.
As things are developing with this position here at work, it seems like I'll be doing less and less of the work I want to be doing...Okay, when I say "work I want to be doing" I obviously only mean, work I want to say that I'm doing to impress you. The truth is that I don't want to be doing any work at all...Least of all the stuff that actually gets me worried or confused. We all like easy work. We are lazy people. But mostly I didn't want to be a secretary, not because I mind doing what secretaries do, but mostly because I don't want to be at a dinner party talking about landing my next great job as an assistant to someone who actually has a great job. But, I don't really go to dinner parties anyway.
It looks like for the next few months that I will have to do much more administrative stuff than I signed on for, but that's just the nature of the organization, they're short on funds so blah blah blah. The good part is that they want me to keep my title because I'm doing all the same things that the Program Coordinators are doing....I might even get to travel. So hey! What do I care if I am making more photo copies than I'd like to be? For the time being I have the easy job of secretary with all of the perks of being not-a-secretary. Not too bad.
don't tell the grown ups..Because when I see them, I'm going to brag and pretend I'm way more important than I am.
hahaha. The grown ups.
yesterday I left the office at 7, which sucked, because I realized that I worked almost an 11 hour day, minus my 15 minute grab-a-sandwich (let's not call it lunch.) When I got home, the jayman made me a chicken dinner and biscuits he made from scratch. Boo-yah. I got a chance to pay my bills and send my best friend a real letter in the mail.
...Did I tell you, Internet, I have the prettiest stamps right now. I'm not usually the sort of person that picks out pretty stamps, or picks out stamps at all. I'm the kind of person that gets whatever they have at the post office or steals them from work or something...but the stamps I got are the Lewis and Clark expedition stamps. They look old fashioned and pretty. Send me a letter and eventually you'll get one back from me with a pretty stamp on it.
oh wow, I really have turned into an old lady.
speaking of old ladies, I had this dream last night that my grandmother, the cutest lady on earth, was playing in a really loud band at the Talking head (except in my dream, the talking head was Goucher College... but you know what I mean) it was adorable, geez. The cutest part about that dream was that she took a bus there and it was an early show so she could go home to go to sleep. jeez, so cute.
note: I've been spelling geez two different ways: Jeez and Geez. That's strange of me.
adios amigos
beso, beso!
posted by j-e-s-s-i-c-a at 2:16 PM
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