i had an interesting discussion yesterday about whether we use morals as a cover-up for the fact that we actually always do what is in our own best interest.
por ejemplo, i'd like to think that i want to have a successful career because i want to be able to provide for my children the opportunities i lacked as a child. but doesn't that mean that i'd also live a pretty comfortable life? i don't even particularly like kids. are my morals just a sham to trick myself into believing that i'm less selfish than i really am? i'd like to believe otherwise.
where do morals come from? i used to think i knew the answer--that morals come from God. but now that i'm not so sure. if i create my own morals, then i am my own God, and that's scary because i don't know what the hell i'm doing. whatever happened to my faith? it's discouraging to think that something i used to believe so, so strongly, albeit blindly, i now question with such skepticism.
abliet? albeit? skepticism? scepticism? oh, nevermind....
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
i never thought i'd say this, but....i miss school. work is just so...dreary. i wonder if every job i ever have will be just as ploddingly routine. i guess that's what happens when you're forced to be somewhere for 8 hours a day when the sun is shining outside and you'd rather be anywhere but in a stuffy, flourescent-lit building. would i still hate work if i were forced to, say, write for 8 hours a day? actually, i probably would. i hated writing in college.
i drank 8 metropolitans on saturday night.
i drank 8 metropolitans on saturday night.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i have a new additiction to add to my list, below Lawry's prime rib: Doubletree cookies!
lisa works at doubletree, where, bless them, every guest gets a fresh, warm cookie at check-in. lisa gets them for free and brings them home so she can watch me drool like a pavlovian fiend.
if left alone with a bunch, i will most likely consume until i die. don't rats do that with cocaine?
lisa works at doubletree, where, bless them, every guest gets a fresh, warm cookie at check-in. lisa gets them for free and brings them home so she can watch me drool like a pavlovian fiend.
if left alone with a bunch, i will most likely consume until i die. don't rats do that with cocaine?
on saturday, i, in my infinite wisdom, decided to apply to santa clara law school while still half-asleep. i proceeded to pay for my $60 application fee online, and right after hitting the "submit" button, i realized that i have a fucking FEE WAIVER for the school. now, i feel too stupid to ask for my money back, because in fact i lost the fee waiver and would need them to mail me another one. well, actually, i did call the school anonymously and said "i'm sorry but i accidentally paid for the application fee because i forgot my fee waiver, that i somehow lost. could you give me my $60 back?" the tone of the admissions director's voice indicated that she would put a big red "X" on my application should she ever disciver my identity...so i've decided to not request my fee waiver and take it all as a $60 lesson. dammit.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Thursday, January 09, 2003
okay. time to write this down before i forget it, or convince myself it's not true:
On Saturday, September 14, 2002, I was in San Diego with my friend Nadia Richardson. Nadia and I spent the night at her friend Bettina's house. That night, I had a dream. It went like this:
I was in the back driver's side seat of a car or van, looking out the back window. The scenery was receding before me because I was moving backwards. I was passing through a bustling street, except something told me that this wasn't an ordinary street, and the people weren't ordinary people. Everything was bathed in a golden light, and the buildings looked like they had golden trees intervowen into the walls. The best way I can explain it is that it reminded me of Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings, except with cars and buildings. I was in awe of this place, but the people who were in the car with me (they were my friends in the dream, but I don't know them in real life) seemed nonchalant.
I wanted to take a picture of this place, so I reached into my backpack to grab my camera, but my camera was stuck on something inside my bag. Then, we passed through a tunnel that went through a mountain, so I couldn't take the picture.
When we emerged from the tunnel, I was sitting facing the front of the car. I looked behind me, and saw that the golden light from the strange land behind the mountain was filtering in through the clouds. It was beautiful. I looked to my left, and saw waves crashing against a cliff. The water was covered in strange green algae that covered the waves like a blanket.
This next part is not a dream.
When I woke from my dream, I was mesmerized, and stunned because I remembered it so clearly (I still do). I told Nadia and Bettina about my dream. I also told Sherry and Tim.
Now here comes the eerie part....
A month later, Tim and I were supposed to go on a week-long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. We bought our tickets, packed, everything. Two days before departure, a hurricane hit Cabo San Lucas, and our cruise was cancelled. We were, of course, totally bummed out...so we decided to take a vacation somewhere else instead. We ended up deciding on Hawaii.
While we were in Hawaii, we rented a car and drove into the middle of the island.
I was sitting in the front passenger seat.
It was sunset, and we were driving towards a mountain. I tried to take a picture, but my camera ran out of batteries, so I couldn't. We were traveling towards a mountain. I looked in front of me and the golden light was filtering in from behind the mountain, just like my dream. This was the exact same image that I saw in my dream. Then, I looked to my right and saw waves crashing against a cliff.
Then, we drove through a tunnel that went through the mountain.
I couldn't believe it. I barely do even now.
This has raised many questions for me.
Was I fated to miss my cruise and go to Hawaii by default?
Since everything happened in reverse in real life, the strange Rivendell-like land bathed in golden light was supposd to be at the other end of the mountain. But it wasn't.
I think it's especially strange that everythng I saw in my dream happened in reverse when I actually saw it in real life, like a mirror image. I have a theory, if a very farfetched one: you know how when you look at things, the image is actually projected upside down and mirror-image onto the back of your retina, but your brain turns the image right side up for you? Maybe that has something to do with the reverse order of reality to my dream, because I was not seeing with my eyes.
This is no joke. If I can find Nadia (we lost touch), I can prove it. Sherry and Tim have vague memories of me telling them about my dream before I went to Hawaii. I wish I would have written it down so I would have concrete proof.
Can anyone enlighten me on these very creepy events? This is by far the weirdest, most fascinating thing that has ever happened to me.
On Saturday, September 14, 2002, I was in San Diego with my friend Nadia Richardson. Nadia and I spent the night at her friend Bettina's house. That night, I had a dream. It went like this:
I was in the back driver's side seat of a car or van, looking out the back window. The scenery was receding before me because I was moving backwards. I was passing through a bustling street, except something told me that this wasn't an ordinary street, and the people weren't ordinary people. Everything was bathed in a golden light, and the buildings looked like they had golden trees intervowen into the walls. The best way I can explain it is that it reminded me of Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings, except with cars and buildings. I was in awe of this place, but the people who were in the car with me (they were my friends in the dream, but I don't know them in real life) seemed nonchalant.
I wanted to take a picture of this place, so I reached into my backpack to grab my camera, but my camera was stuck on something inside my bag. Then, we passed through a tunnel that went through a mountain, so I couldn't take the picture.
When we emerged from the tunnel, I was sitting facing the front of the car. I looked behind me, and saw that the golden light from the strange land behind the mountain was filtering in through the clouds. It was beautiful. I looked to my left, and saw waves crashing against a cliff. The water was covered in strange green algae that covered the waves like a blanket.
This next part is not a dream.
When I woke from my dream, I was mesmerized, and stunned because I remembered it so clearly (I still do). I told Nadia and Bettina about my dream. I also told Sherry and Tim.
Now here comes the eerie part....
A month later, Tim and I were supposed to go on a week-long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. We bought our tickets, packed, everything. Two days before departure, a hurricane hit Cabo San Lucas, and our cruise was cancelled. We were, of course, totally bummed out...so we decided to take a vacation somewhere else instead. We ended up deciding on Hawaii.
While we were in Hawaii, we rented a car and drove into the middle of the island.
I was sitting in the front passenger seat.
It was sunset, and we were driving towards a mountain. I tried to take a picture, but my camera ran out of batteries, so I couldn't. We were traveling towards a mountain. I looked in front of me and the golden light was filtering in from behind the mountain, just like my dream. This was the exact same image that I saw in my dream. Then, I looked to my right and saw waves crashing against a cliff.
Then, we drove through a tunnel that went through the mountain.
I couldn't believe it. I barely do even now.
This has raised many questions for me.
Was I fated to miss my cruise and go to Hawaii by default?
Since everything happened in reverse in real life, the strange Rivendell-like land bathed in golden light was supposd to be at the other end of the mountain. But it wasn't.
I think it's especially strange that everythng I saw in my dream happened in reverse when I actually saw it in real life, like a mirror image. I have a theory, if a very farfetched one: you know how when you look at things, the image is actually projected upside down and mirror-image onto the back of your retina, but your brain turns the image right side up for you? Maybe that has something to do with the reverse order of reality to my dream, because I was not seeing with my eyes.
This is no joke. If I can find Nadia (we lost touch), I can prove it. Sherry and Tim have vague memories of me telling them about my dream before I went to Hawaii. I wish I would have written it down so I would have concrete proof.
Can anyone enlighten me on these very creepy events? This is by far the weirdest, most fascinating thing that has ever happened to me.
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Just when I thought that the LSACD (law school application CD) could torture me no more.....
I was playing around with it (since, goddammit, it was expensive, and I wanted to see what I paid for) and found a diaolical little part of the CD that calculates, based on your GPA and LSAT score, the probability that you will be accepted into certain schools.
Now, during my free time, I hunch over my computer looking up my chances and cringing at the results.
I was playing around with it (since, goddammit, it was expensive, and I wanted to see what I paid for) and found a diaolical little part of the CD that calculates, based on your GPA and LSAT score, the probability that you will be accepted into certain schools.
Now, during my free time, I hunch over my computer looking up my chances and cringing at the results.
Monday, January 06, 2003
Thursday, January 02, 2003
Friday, December 20, 2002
i have internet access again (cue triumphant choir)! i am now once again connected to the rest of the world. no more long conversations with Marley, my plant. sadly, i think Marley has taken a turn for the worse, and is slowly dying. heartfelt supplications and pep talk have not worked--i think he needs sunshine.
so it turns out that i do not have any cavities, thank goodness. no drills last saturday.
i bought two cases of wine yesterday, ostensibly to give to friends for christmas, but i think i just want an excuse to have too much wine on hand so i can drink it whenever i want.
i'm going to Lawry's tomorrow to celebrate the holiday season with a large, juicy prime rib, creamed corn, and spinning salad. one day, i will marry a Lawry's chef, use him for all the prime rib he's worth, then dump him for another Lawry's chef with a bigger medallion. now THAT's a goal.
so it turns out that i do not have any cavities, thank goodness. no drills last saturday.
i bought two cases of wine yesterday, ostensibly to give to friends for christmas, but i think i just want an excuse to have too much wine on hand so i can drink it whenever i want.
i'm going to Lawry's tomorrow to celebrate the holiday season with a large, juicy prime rib, creamed corn, and spinning salad. one day, i will marry a Lawry's chef, use him for all the prime rib he's worth, then dump him for another Lawry's chef with a bigger medallion. now THAT's a goal.
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Thursday, December 05, 2002
i don't have internet access at my new place. it's amazing how much you can accomplish when the option of signing on isn't there. but i feel so cut off from the world lately.
oh! I HAVE A NEW CELL NUMBER, so email me for it if i didn't already give it to you. i just mass-emailed my number to everyone, but i got all these return emails from that bastard DAEMON...so i guess i have a lot of outdated addresses.
sitting at the office right now, eating a rice bowl and drinking green tea vitamin water. another thursday.
oh! I HAVE A NEW CELL NUMBER, so email me for it if i didn't already give it to you. i just mass-emailed my number to everyone, but i got all these return emails from that bastard DAEMON...so i guess i have a lot of outdated addresses.
sitting at the office right now, eating a rice bowl and drinking green tea vitamin water. another thursday.
Saturday, November 30, 2002
I'm moving out of my house this weekend.
I've moved out before, during college, but I've always left all of my non-essential things behind, knowing I'd be able to come back and get them if I ever needed to. But my room is going to be used for other things, and I need to clear everything out this time, and I doubt that I'll ever be living in this house again.
Strange, realizing that I no longer live at home anymore.
I've lived in this house since I was a baby. I remember running around the neighborhood with the other kids (all of whom have moved away) repeating the only thing I knew how to say in English: "Just a minute!" I remember the glorious day I finally grew tall enough to reach the light switches on my tippy-toes. I remember sitting in the front yard with my mother, tickling one another's noses with the weeds. Years later, sneaking out the back door at night (and sneaking people in). I've gone through 22 years of laughter, arguments, fear, joy, tears, in this house. So many memories reside here.
It'll still be here, of course, but I'll no longer have my space here. It's sad to think that my whole life fits into a few truckloads of boxes.
Upheaval is a catalyst for change.
I've moved out before, during college, but I've always left all of my non-essential things behind, knowing I'd be able to come back and get them if I ever needed to. But my room is going to be used for other things, and I need to clear everything out this time, and I doubt that I'll ever be living in this house again.
Strange, realizing that I no longer live at home anymore.
I've lived in this house since I was a baby. I remember running around the neighborhood with the other kids (all of whom have moved away) repeating the only thing I knew how to say in English: "Just a minute!" I remember the glorious day I finally grew tall enough to reach the light switches on my tippy-toes. I remember sitting in the front yard with my mother, tickling one another's noses with the weeds. Years later, sneaking out the back door at night (and sneaking people in). I've gone through 22 years of laughter, arguments, fear, joy, tears, in this house. So many memories reside here.
It'll still be here, of course, but I'll no longer have my space here. It's sad to think that my whole life fits into a few truckloads of boxes.
Upheaval is a catalyst for change.
Saturday, November 16, 2002
i've been so busy lately i barely have time to breathe, much less write, so i have decided to use my saturday night to mull over law school applications and try to put some thoughts together for my personal statement. i should have done this a long time ago, but considering that i now have 13 days to fill up the blank paper that is my essay so far, and fill out all of my (blank) applications, and get my transcript from Fullerton College sent over to the LSDAS, and make sure all of my letters of reccomendation are in, it looks as if next weekend will also be spent at home.
the new job is very hectic, but i am now so much more clear about what it is a lawyer actually does all day. my co-workers are just about some of the most stressed-out people i've ever seen in my life. also, they speak legalese, which is a completely foreign language to me. they run around throwing phrases like "motion in limine for collateral estoppel" at me... and i have not an inkling of what they mean. do they want me to stopper their collateral with a modified lime? if i survive it, i'll learn a lot from this job.
I bought FIVE pairs of shoes today for a little under $70.00! I have a pair of red euro-style tennis shoes that look like bowling shoes, three dressy strappy shoes, and a pair of black boots. I am so proud of myself.
for some reason, all of my old shoes decided to fall apart in unison. could it be possible that i wear them all out at exactly the same rate?
the new job is very hectic, but i am now so much more clear about what it is a lawyer actually does all day. my co-workers are just about some of the most stressed-out people i've ever seen in my life. also, they speak legalese, which is a completely foreign language to me. they run around throwing phrases like "motion in limine for collateral estoppel" at me... and i have not an inkling of what they mean. do they want me to stopper their collateral with a modified lime? if i survive it, i'll learn a lot from this job.
I bought FIVE pairs of shoes today for a little under $70.00! I have a pair of red euro-style tennis shoes that look like bowling shoes, three dressy strappy shoes, and a pair of black boots. I am so proud of myself.
for some reason, all of my old shoes decided to fall apart in unison. could it be possible that i wear them all out at exactly the same rate?
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
i didn't vote yesterday. and i don't even feel guilty about it. why? because, dammit, we had two of the most sorry lame-asses on the planet running for governor. i have a major problem with smear campaigns, and it seems that all gray davis has been spending his tens of millions of fundraising money on is defaming simon on national tv. not that simon doesn't seem kinda goober-ish himself.
maybe someday, when the gubernatorial candidate is not a cretin devoid of common sense and morality, i'll actually drag my lazy ass to the polls.
actually, strike that. i'm registering to vote for 2004 elections--i'm voting for whoever runs against bush. i don't care who it is.
maybe someday, when the gubernatorial candidate is not a cretin devoid of common sense and morality, i'll actually drag my lazy ass to the polls.
actually, strike that. i'm registering to vote for 2004 elections--i'm voting for whoever runs against bush. i don't care who it is.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Thursday, October 24, 2002
i made my own halloween costume. it's a tulle skirt with flowers and ferns and spanish moss---i'm gonna be a woodland fairy! i have big purple ears and a wand, too. i ran around the house in my costume all night last night.
tomorrow is my last day at my job!! i'll try to look sad, but i'm sure i'll barely be able to contain my glee. i'll be lucky if i don't break into paroxysms of joy in the middle of my goodbye lunch. in the past two weeks, i've finished all their database queries and reports up to june, so if they don't find someone else who can use a computer by then, it's their own fault. ha.
do i talk too much?
Baby61212: but really, i don't like online chess
eMdeeMae77: heh
eMdeeMae77: aite
eMdeeMae77: some reason i like the top view
Baby61212: i'm going to mexico soon, and i;m going to buy a miniature chess set while i'm there and accost everyone with it
eMdeeMae77: accost eh?
Baby61212: i like the "unnerve your opponent with steely glare" view
eMdeeMae77: hrmmm
eMdeeMae77: for some reason
eMdeeMae77: i can't imagine u able to do that
Baby61212: how about "talk your opponent into delerium" view?
eMdeeMae77: u do that even when not playing chess
tomorrow is my last day at my job!! i'll try to look sad, but i'm sure i'll barely be able to contain my glee. i'll be lucky if i don't break into paroxysms of joy in the middle of my goodbye lunch. in the past two weeks, i've finished all their database queries and reports up to june, so if they don't find someone else who can use a computer by then, it's their own fault. ha.
do i talk too much?
Baby61212: but really, i don't like online chess
eMdeeMae77: heh
eMdeeMae77: aite
eMdeeMae77: some reason i like the top view
Baby61212: i'm going to mexico soon, and i;m going to buy a miniature chess set while i'm there and accost everyone with it
eMdeeMae77: accost eh?
Baby61212: i like the "unnerve your opponent with steely glare" view
eMdeeMae77: hrmmm
eMdeeMae77: for some reason
eMdeeMae77: i can't imagine u able to do that
Baby61212: how about "talk your opponent into delerium" view?
eMdeeMae77: u do that even when not playing chess
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Monday, October 21, 2002
monday again. on the other hand, this is the LAST monday i will ever be spending at my inane job. kinda makes me glad it's monday :)
instead of going to washington DC and new york, i have decided instead to go on a cruise. sunshine and fish tacos just seem like a better way to spend my vacation than cold weather and a bullet in the head.
speaking of vacation, my work is refusing to pay me my vacation time!
Try to solve this legal quandry: (more for my reference than anything else, but please give me any and all suggestions you can!!!)
My company policy states (sic):
"After 1 year of continuous full time employment with the company, you are eligible for 2 weeks paid vacation annually. The vacation allowance is during the calendar year and vacation days do not accumulate. Vacations cannot be "cashed" for addiditonal payroll."
My first day of employment was September 13, 2001. I have worked 40 hours each week since then.
A few of my friends have pointed out that it's illegal in California for companies to force their employees to "use or lose" their vacation, and that unused vacation must be paid out as extra payroll. Read all about that here, and here, and here.
Last year, I used up 5 of my vacation days, which were advanced to me before my one-year anniversary in good faith that I would, in fact, stay for a year.
After September 13 (my one-year anniversary), I requested a vacation day off to go to Arizona, and it was approved.
When I gave my two weeks' notice, I asked my employer if I could take my four remaining days of vacation. They refused, and will not pay me for my vacation because "they do not want to make a habit of paying people for vacation when they are leaving."
Doesn't make much sense, does it? Well, I asked for a written denial of my vacation pay, and they refused, saying that they will sign nothing.
Now, they say that ANOTHER reason I don't get vacation pay is because I was not actually classified as a full-time employee until December 7th (ostensibly, after my 3 month probation period...but that doesn't make sense either, because then it would be December 13th). However, they gave me my one-year anniversary review in September, and approved the one vacation day I took in September... so it sounds to me like they're trying to find an excuse to push back my date of eligibility.
Some questions:
What is the definition "1 year of continuous full time employment"? It is not outlined in the company policy. If I have been working 40 hours a week for one year, would that not qualify me as a full-time employee for a year, or would I have to be checked off somewhere on some form or other as a "real" full-timer?
If they gave me my one-year review in September, does that not imply that I was with the company for one full year?
Pretty confusing, eh? I don't think it's very fair, but since I'm still on good terms with my boss, I'll sit on it for about 6 months.
instead of going to washington DC and new york, i have decided instead to go on a cruise. sunshine and fish tacos just seem like a better way to spend my vacation than cold weather and a bullet in the head.
speaking of vacation, my work is refusing to pay me my vacation time!
Try to solve this legal quandry: (more for my reference than anything else, but please give me any and all suggestions you can!!!)
My company policy states (sic):
"After 1 year of continuous full time employment with the company, you are eligible for 2 weeks paid vacation annually. The vacation allowance is during the calendar year and vacation days do not accumulate. Vacations cannot be "cashed" for addiditonal payroll."
My first day of employment was September 13, 2001. I have worked 40 hours each week since then.
A few of my friends have pointed out that it's illegal in California for companies to force their employees to "use or lose" their vacation, and that unused vacation must be paid out as extra payroll. Read all about that here, and here, and here.
Last year, I used up 5 of my vacation days, which were advanced to me before my one-year anniversary in good faith that I would, in fact, stay for a year.
After September 13 (my one-year anniversary), I requested a vacation day off to go to Arizona, and it was approved.
When I gave my two weeks' notice, I asked my employer if I could take my four remaining days of vacation. They refused, and will not pay me for my vacation because "they do not want to make a habit of paying people for vacation when they are leaving."
Doesn't make much sense, does it? Well, I asked for a written denial of my vacation pay, and they refused, saying that they will sign nothing.
Now, they say that ANOTHER reason I don't get vacation pay is because I was not actually classified as a full-time employee until December 7th (ostensibly, after my 3 month probation period...but that doesn't make sense either, because then it would be December 13th). However, they gave me my one-year anniversary review in September, and approved the one vacation day I took in September... so it sounds to me like they're trying to find an excuse to push back my date of eligibility.
Some questions:
What is the definition "1 year of continuous full time employment"? It is not outlined in the company policy. If I have been working 40 hours a week for one year, would that not qualify me as a full-time employee for a year, or would I have to be checked off somewhere on some form or other as a "real" full-timer?
If they gave me my one-year review in September, does that not imply that I was with the company for one full year?
Pretty confusing, eh? I don't think it's very fair, but since I'm still on good terms with my boss, I'll sit on it for about 6 months.
Friday, October 18, 2002
i went wrinkle cream shopping with my ex yesterday. he is obsessed with the (false) notion that he is starting to look old and wrinkly and droopy. when i got home, i carefully examined my face in the mirror, and i am now convinced that i, too, am exhibiting the first signs of age. i have these tiny little lines around my mouth, and if i crinkle up my eyes i can see the beginnings of crow's feet. ugh.
Sunday, October 13, 2002
anyone privy to information on anti-war (on iraq) protests, please let me know--i wanna protest!!!
meanwhile, check out Not In Our Name
meanwhile, check out Not In Our Name
Saturday, October 12, 2002
Oh. my. god.
i just registered for the LSDAS (Law School Data Assembly Service). I knew beforehand that it's a ripoff, but it didn't really hit me until i actually plunked down the cash.
now let me get this straight:
$99 for putting my name on a file folder.
$10 each time I want them to open the folder and mail out a transcript ($12 each time if i don't prepay--i paid for 8 in advance, that's $80 for them to mail shit!).
$63 for the CD containing all the law school applications. the CD is coded to my name so it cannot be copied, and if i choose not to get the CD, i have to write to each school separately for their applications and fill out the ones that don't have electronic apps. in other words, it's infinitely easier to jut pay $63.
my question is--how the FUCK do these people sleep at night knowing they're squeezing the last pennies out of poor students? on their space-foam Duxiana beds with goose-down comforters lined in $100 bills, i reckon.
damn, i'm in the wrong business.
i just registered for the LSDAS (Law School Data Assembly Service). I knew beforehand that it's a ripoff, but it didn't really hit me until i actually plunked down the cash.
now let me get this straight:
$99 for putting my name on a file folder.
$10 each time I want them to open the folder and mail out a transcript ($12 each time if i don't prepay--i paid for 8 in advance, that's $80 for them to mail shit!).
$63 for the CD containing all the law school applications. the CD is coded to my name so it cannot be copied, and if i choose not to get the CD, i have to write to each school separately for their applications and fill out the ones that don't have electronic apps. in other words, it's infinitely easier to jut pay $63.
my question is--how the FUCK do these people sleep at night knowing they're squeezing the last pennies out of poor students? on their space-foam Duxiana beds with goose-down comforters lined in $100 bills, i reckon.
damn, i'm in the wrong business.
Friday, October 11, 2002
"It is with regret, yet strong conviction, that I resign as Marketing Director effective October 25th, 2002." WOOOHOOOEEEEEE!!!
got my contract and i'm outies from my tedious, borefest of a job in two short weeks!
then, I'm going to Washington DC and New York, and if i don't get shot in the head i start at the law firm on Nov. 4th.
got my contract and i'm outies from my tedious, borefest of a job in two short weeks!
then, I'm going to Washington DC and New York, and if i don't get shot in the head i start at the law firm on Nov. 4th.
Wednesday, October 02, 2002
i am starting another blog. I'll still keep this one, but since i'm too broke to get blogspot plus, i can't filter out the posts that i wouldn't want a prospective employer to read. i am taking suggestions for this new, g-rated blog that will contain mostly cut-&-paste entries from this blog, plus writing samples and my resume. so far i've come up with: silentsanctum.blogspot.com and the oh-so-exciting [my name].blogspot.com. email me some better ideas--the winner gets a pair of extra-large thongs and my old broken cell phone! AND, if you email in the next 10 minutes, you get my OTHER old, broken cell phone ABSOLUTELY FREE!
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