jobs jobs jobs

So I'm a working girl now...(not like that movie with Sigourney Weaver).
Finally got a job...serving rich small children skittles and ice cream, but a job nonetheless. and tonight did some catering for a auction benefit for my hippie alma mater, where I attended pre-school. Lots of women in long, flowered skirts with short gray hair...that distinctive, Mt. Airy type. It was fun though. Got to serve with this professional server named Liz, who came with her own tie and nametag and nails the length of my arms. All night, every time something happened, she would yell "Jesus God!". I'm not sure what that was supposed to signify or accomplish, but it was really funny.

Saw this movie, Wendy and Lucy. It was really quiet and subtle and Pacific Northwestern and good. But I may have liked it primarily just because Michelle Williams was so pretty.


For now, enjoying sitting in my house, which is making pleasant nighttime house humming noises. Summer is nice.

West Philly is beautiful. Today, went to the Green Line Cafe and drank some chai tea surrounded by people I want to know. Then bought a bunch of books from this adorably packed used bookstore. Then got really excited about the deals (A Moveable Feast - $1! Day of the Locust - $2! White Noise - a mere $7.50!). Then felt a little embarrassed for my previous unrestrained excitement over cheap used books, which I think (but do not know intuitively) is classic nerdiness. So maybe I deserved my reputation in high school.

Then I got a little depressed talking to my dad about working. I was down in that section of the city where you feel really out of place on a weekday wearing cut-offs and a plaid t-shirt, because all of these business people are buzzing around you and past you wearing their suits and skirts and "sensible shoes". And my dad was talking very seriously about his company's dress code like it was the creed he lives by - shirt and tie for men, "nothing, you know, low cut or anything" for women, as he so aptly described - but then exclaimed "Friday's casual day! You can wear whatever you want on Fridays!". Is this what life adds up to? Hawaiian shirts on Fridays? I mean, I'm sure all of these busy business people are perfectly happy - they're well off, they have their kids at home, a stable job, which is more than I can say. But there's just something so sad about it. Maybe you're ready for it when you get there. I guess we should all be glad we're not like Benjamin Button, which I tried very hard to watch tonight but could only get 1 hour in before I felt like suffocating. Or perhaps we should all be glad that we have not been forced at knife point to finish watching Benjamin Button. Always things to be thankful for.

What a wonderful day in may

I know that at this point I might be competing for the official corniest person ever award but, taking that risk, I just want to say how incredible my friends all.

that is all.


today, for my birthday brunch with grandma and bob (the classiest of grandparents), I made french toast that looks like this, except minus the fruit salad and plus some orange zest:turns out, french toast is THE BEST when you make it with day-old croissants...sucks in all of the egg or something, I'm not really sure of the logistics of it all, but it is delicious. Then I ate more, since I had to eat some of grandma's cake to make her feel good. Then I ate more, just because I wanted to, with no excuse at all, because your birthday is the one day out of all 365 when you don't need to have excuses. Then I ate amazing cuban foods with lots of unidentifiable, delicious sauces and fancy drinks with sugar cane sticks that I wasn't sure how to handle so I just sucked on them. I think I'm way too timid about food arrangement...probably, if they put it on the plate, it is somehow edible. Otherwise, they'd probably be liable or something. Using words like "liable" makes me realize how little I know about many fields, including but not exclusively law.

But anyway. Tonight it is warm in my room and I have a bunch of new (new/old?) thrift store clothes lying across my couch and a food baby in my stomach. It was a good birthday.

Birthday

On the rare occasion that she reminisces, my mother recounts the story like this:

They wheeled me in, I begged for drugs, and you came out. You were covered in cottage cheese and had chicken legs and I said, put her back in! She's not ready yet! But they wouldn't, so I had to take you home.

Job Hunting

Job hunting sucks. That is the truth of the matter. And it is consuming my existence. I stalk Craigslist like its my job. Literally. I wake up in the morning and instinctively reach over and grab my computer and scan listings for Philadelphia area jobs...including creepy "Summer work needed" from anonymous sources or nanny for 8 special needs children or even (this was completely real) foot models for a company that puts on foot fetish parties. And hear back from no one. I didn't even get an interview back from my application to be - get ready for this - a "toyologist". Seriously?

On the bright side, I have some of the best friends on the face of the earth, who are helping me out in achieving my summer goal to eat ice cream everyday and who talk to me for long, good hours in this new house. Also, I have this one Akron/Family song that I've been listening to non-stop - Running/Returning - that seems to get better every time I listen to it. And pretty nightime light and peppermint tea and lots of books.

Plan

Plan for the summer:
- continue to have ice cream everyday
- listen to while you wait for the others approximately 500,00 more times
- find a job
- not die of boredom
- read books
- remember to take showers
- be the loudest person at the grizzly bear concert singing while you wait for the others
- keep entertaining visitors (not in a sexual way, as I realized that seemed to imply)
- find the perfect pair of high-waisted, bleached jean shorts
- also find stirrup leggings and convince everyone that they are the next big thing. or else just wear them and enjoy them as my own personal secret.