I am so very, very chic
Jul. 7th, 2005 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I am sitting at the Spot Coffee on Chippewa and Delaware, sipping a grande cincoshake (white chocolate espresso and caramel, cold and blended) and looking out the front window onto downtown Buffalo. I am surrounded by suit-wearing attorneys having earnest meetings amid the shabby-trendy decor and the highly ironic 80s-90s altpop soundtrack.
I am waiting for Z to finish his interview, two or three blocks away on Main-- at the headquarters of the local alternative newsweekly, who need a general-purpose Computer Geek. This could be good and could be bad: it would be interesting for Z to for once be the most conservative person in his entire company, to be sure (he is leftish but leans toward libertarianism except that all the libertarians he's ever known have been utter tools; I generally agree with him on issues, which frustrates me when I crave a good argument because it means I have to phone up Dad to discuss why women's rights are futile and the Catholic Church is completely right about everything. I did once manage to get my father to admit that actually, there was nothing wrong with gay rights, and really it was just that they assumed he had to care about what they did in bed that offended him-- which I agree with, but the point which he conceded is that they do have a point about having rights and all. But I digress). It could also be interesting for Z to be, most likely, the entire IT and webmastering department, and it would be satisfying to work in an almost-all-Mac shop. But. They probably don't pay much, and being the only Computer Dude can be exceedingly frustrating when somebody's PC laptop keeps getting virus-infected because they won't stop downloading porn and you're too junior to tell them to stop it.
Their website is also completely atrocious, as well. Which could either suck to work with, or be very satisfying-- Z insists he's not a designer, but he's actually quite good at putting websites together, and anything would be better than what they have, and anything he did would be miles better.
Also he's something of a printgeek and would probably be beside himself to watch all the neat printgeekery a (print!) weekly newspaper would get up to. At least, the first few times.
He could afford to not be paid a great deal by them, because they're on the other end of the subway line which is actually somewhat near our house. So we wouldn't need a second car. Which means, even for a cheap car, a couple hundred bucks a month in payments and insurance, that we'd save. Which adds up kinda quickly. Particularly with gas the way it is.
But still. They may well inexplicably not want him, like the last place: "Wow, you're perfect! Let's hire someone else!" or they may be all, "We expect you to work a 60-hour week for $20k a year including when we phone you up in the middle of the night and drag you in and also you have to get our logo tattooed on your forehead". So we'll see. Meantime, I'm caffeinated and too cool for the room. (Even this battered Powerbook is ubersexy.) At the moment long pants hurt my skinned knees, so I'm wearing short skirts and showing off my bruises. And the fact that I didn't shave my legs. (Hush. I'm blond. It hardly shows.)
I drove him so I could have the car if his interview went too long. Unlikely, as I don't have to leave for work until 1:20ish, but if necessary there's my work pants in the car and he's got subway fare home. It's nearly noon, which means he's been in there nearly an hour, and he hasn't texted or phoned me yet, so at least they didn't see his I'm A Square suit and throw him out on his ear. (Actually he's fugginsexy in his Interviewin Suit. Have I posted photos? I took a picture of him in the suit and Converse, before he changed to his Square shoes, and I'll post that once I'm home again.)
No, I still haven't finished with the party photos, either. Sad. I've just not been on my computer. And it makes me a bit homesick to look at the photos. I can't explain. They're even photos of here. Ah well.
I didn't even know Spot Coffee had a wireless network available, so this is all a bit of a bonus. It's bringing me back in time to the summer of 2002 when I was first with Dave and I would borrow his computer and wander into Manhattan and sit in alt.coffee near Tompkins Square Park and charge the battery and email with people to make evening plans, and he'd email me from work in New Jersey and we'd make plans for the evening and we'd meet near the PATH train and hang out. I remember searching out all the wireless hotspots in lower Manhattan that summer. And you could still smoke inside, and alt.coffee had a smoking contingent that I'd sometimes sit with and sometimes avoid. The silver Powerbooks were new then, and I was often the subject of most of the room's surreptitious envy with this computer. Which is now battered, but the design is the same.
I guess I'm going to go now and write about writing to consider what I'm going to do about this resolution towrite finish a novel.
I am waiting for Z to finish his interview, two or three blocks away on Main-- at the headquarters of the local alternative newsweekly, who need a general-purpose Computer Geek. This could be good and could be bad: it would be interesting for Z to for once be the most conservative person in his entire company, to be sure (he is leftish but leans toward libertarianism except that all the libertarians he's ever known have been utter tools; I generally agree with him on issues, which frustrates me when I crave a good argument because it means I have to phone up Dad to discuss why women's rights are futile and the Catholic Church is completely right about everything. I did once manage to get my father to admit that actually, there was nothing wrong with gay rights, and really it was just that they assumed he had to care about what they did in bed that offended him-- which I agree with, but the point which he conceded is that they do have a point about having rights and all. But I digress). It could also be interesting for Z to be, most likely, the entire IT and webmastering department, and it would be satisfying to work in an almost-all-Mac shop. But. They probably don't pay much, and being the only Computer Dude can be exceedingly frustrating when somebody's PC laptop keeps getting virus-infected because they won't stop downloading porn and you're too junior to tell them to stop it.
Their website is also completely atrocious, as well. Which could either suck to work with, or be very satisfying-- Z insists he's not a designer, but he's actually quite good at putting websites together, and anything would be better than what they have, and anything he did would be miles better.
Also he's something of a printgeek and would probably be beside himself to watch all the neat printgeekery a (print!) weekly newspaper would get up to. At least, the first few times.
He could afford to not be paid a great deal by them, because they're on the other end of the subway line which is actually somewhat near our house. So we wouldn't need a second car. Which means, even for a cheap car, a couple hundred bucks a month in payments and insurance, that we'd save. Which adds up kinda quickly. Particularly with gas the way it is.
But still. They may well inexplicably not want him, like the last place: "Wow, you're perfect! Let's hire someone else!" or they may be all, "We expect you to work a 60-hour week for $20k a year including when we phone you up in the middle of the night and drag you in and also you have to get our logo tattooed on your forehead". So we'll see. Meantime, I'm caffeinated and too cool for the room. (Even this battered Powerbook is ubersexy.) At the moment long pants hurt my skinned knees, so I'm wearing short skirts and showing off my bruises. And the fact that I didn't shave my legs. (Hush. I'm blond. It hardly shows.)
I drove him so I could have the car if his interview went too long. Unlikely, as I don't have to leave for work until 1:20ish, but if necessary there's my work pants in the car and he's got subway fare home. It's nearly noon, which means he's been in there nearly an hour, and he hasn't texted or phoned me yet, so at least they didn't see his I'm A Square suit and throw him out on his ear. (Actually he's fugginsexy in his Interviewin Suit. Have I posted photos? I took a picture of him in the suit and Converse, before he changed to his Square shoes, and I'll post that once I'm home again.)
No, I still haven't finished with the party photos, either. Sad. I've just not been on my computer. And it makes me a bit homesick to look at the photos. I can't explain. They're even photos of here. Ah well.
I didn't even know Spot Coffee had a wireless network available, so this is all a bit of a bonus. It's bringing me back in time to the summer of 2002 when I was first with Dave and I would borrow his computer and wander into Manhattan and sit in alt.coffee near Tompkins Square Park and charge the battery and email with people to make evening plans, and he'd email me from work in New Jersey and we'd make plans for the evening and we'd meet near the PATH train and hang out. I remember searching out all the wireless hotspots in lower Manhattan that summer. And you could still smoke inside, and alt.coffee had a smoking contingent that I'd sometimes sit with and sometimes avoid. The silver Powerbooks were new then, and I was often the subject of most of the room's surreptitious envy with this computer. Which is now battered, but the design is the same.
I guess I'm going to go now and write about writing to consider what I'm going to do about this resolution to
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:26 pm (UTC)writefinish a novel.Yay!! I strongly support this resolution. Two thumbs up.