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dragonlady7Am sitting at Z's old desk at [Alternative Newsweekly], having brought my laptop from home Just In Case. Am prepared to spend a day writing a story, or not. Either way, at the moment, I am free to resume my internet surfing from this morning, wherein I was searching for stockings. Something about sitting at a desk in an office looking at pictures of girls' legs makes me feel deliciously delinquent.
At the moment the editor is in the midst of interviewing a candidate for editorial intern (I think), so perhaps the dubious honor of writing said story will go to him, which would be such a pity. But at least I would have had the excuse to leave! my! house! not! in! uniform! (Am wearing black pants, but not work ones, and also am wearing a blue shirt, which is terribly exciting because it's not an oversized white button-down shirt. So.
However, I would sort of rather be sleeping. Also there's no wireless here, so I can't go sit on the futon with my laptop. Ah well.
So. I don't know what I'll do today, but at least I have been entertained.
In other news, Z successfully drove the scooter to work yesterday. And he discovered fourth gear, so he is exceedingly pleased. He also discovered that manual transmissions are far zippier than automatics, as you can control them much more precisely and can use the transmission for your own evil purposes. He gleefully smoked a Cherokee on the straightaway.
So this morning as we drove together in the car, he pointed out all the scenes of his various accomplishments from yesterday's commute. Of particular note were the S-curves on Delaware Ave. between the two bits of the park before the traffic circle. He pointed out all the cracks and lines in the pavement that had given him moments of terror, and the curves that had been fun. So I was suitably proud of him.
Am at Z's old desk, in the art/web/computer room, and am realizing gradually that he is quite simply the only male in the department. Interesting. The next room over is the video department, which is all male. A curious gender split, I suppose, but probably statistically insignificant.
At the moment the editor is in the midst of interviewing a candidate for editorial intern (I think), so perhaps the dubious honor of writing said story will go to him, which would be such a pity. But at least I would have had the excuse to leave! my! house! not! in! uniform! (Am wearing black pants, but not work ones, and also am wearing a blue shirt, which is terribly exciting because it's not an oversized white button-down shirt. So.
However, I would sort of rather be sleeping. Also there's no wireless here, so I can't go sit on the futon with my laptop. Ah well.
So. I don't know what I'll do today, but at least I have been entertained.
In other news, Z successfully drove the scooter to work yesterday. And he discovered fourth gear, so he is exceedingly pleased. He also discovered that manual transmissions are far zippier than automatics, as you can control them much more precisely and can use the transmission for your own evil purposes. He gleefully smoked a Cherokee on the straightaway.
So this morning as we drove together in the car, he pointed out all the scenes of his various accomplishments from yesterday's commute. Of particular note were the S-curves on Delaware Ave. between the two bits of the park before the traffic circle. He pointed out all the cracks and lines in the pavement that had given him moments of terror, and the curves that had been fun. So I was suitably proud of him.
Am at Z's old desk, in the art/web/computer room, and am realizing gradually that he is quite simply the only male in the department. Interesting. The next room over is the video department, which is all male. A curious gender split, I suppose, but probably statistically insignificant.
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Date: 2005-10-04 03:42 pm (UTC)Does she get the part? Does she write the seminal report of her lifetime? Is it a turning point?