Electrolicious

It was a stormy blustery day in Olympia, and I spent another day thinking about a house rabbit. A little background here: I grew up with rabbits. I was in rabbit 4-H, thank you very much. In my adult years, I’ve developed an allergy to cats (what the fuck? I’m so bitter about it since I love cats), and now I miss having a cuddly creature in my life. A house rabbit may be the solution, and my dad just happens to have some rescued bunnies. I surfed the web all day today, looking for information, and this was my greatest encouragement. Look at the second photo down. I want that.

I WILL BE WORKING NEXT WEEK!

Only for two days, but then perhaps four the next week. Wahoo! I’m incredibly excited, although I did just have a semi-reality check about the work I would be doing. Writing. In an office. Wearing “business casual” clothes. Different!

Sara and I talked about my salary requirements. I had to endure that moment of terror when you say what you’re asking for, wondering if it’s totally off base. Luckily for me, she said that my suggestion was exactly what she had been thinking. Wow! That’s impressive, considering my inability to judge myself.

See, here’s the deal: I’m a relatively confident person, but I really have no idea how others view me. Am I smart, pretty, skinny, funny? No wait, I’m dim, ugly, bloated, and irritating. Er, no, perhaps I’m academic, somewhat cute but not gorgeous, well-rounded, and amusing? Oh, I don’t know. I never have any idea how others view me, but frequently, my assumptions about what people like are sadly off. For example, I’ve always thought my eyes were my best feature, and hated my lips, since they reside below a birthmark and over teeth that are still crooked despite $3k of orthadontic work. However, I get the most compliments on my mouth and crooked smile, and no-one ever says a word about my glittering green eyes. Huh.

The moral of the story is that at least I’m good at valuing myself appropriately in regards to my career. I may not know if I’m funny or just irritating. I may not know if I’m pretty or just sort of tolerable. I may never know if people view me as personable, or just sort of weird, but at least I know that a year of my time is worth $45k!

Got a call from Sara yesterday, as I was watching snow fall outside Scott’s window. She had news of PERHAPS contract work for me next week, and DEFINITELY a meeting with the CEO and president of the company. She asked about my availability next week. Of course that’s the week that our special friend Dot will be in town from LA, so there couldn’t be a WORSE time for me to be working in Seattle, but I’m too desperate for the money and the opportunity to let this one go. So I said “Of course I’m available for three 10 hour days next week!” Then I jumped up and down, got off the phone, ran outside with Scott to catch snowflakes on our tongues, and jumped up and down some more. A day later it’s raining in Olympia , not snowing. Hmm. How unconvenient.

Andreas and I are both sick. He worse than I, but the illness motivated us to get through the end of Harry Potter The Prisoner of Azkhaban.

In other news, I did my Christmas shopping at Target–what sort of white trash have I become? But they had everything on my list, so thank you, Target!

Our friend Roman is coming into town tonight from LA….of course his flight was cancelled (Andreas: “his flight was cancelled. Me: “he must have been flying United!” Andreas: “yup.”), but that’s fine. I’m making spiced apple cider so the house will smell delectable when they get back from the airport.

In other news, readers of Lotus: I will give you a free subscription if you can count all three referrences to my sex life in the print version of issue 29. Hint: one in front of magazine, one in middle/back, one in way back. And yes, I’ve always done this. Inside jokes are 3/4 of the fun of working for a magazine.

I’m writing a 400 word piece about my livelihood for Yes! Magazine. Funny that I have all these people interested in my job right at the point at which I’m getting ready to quit. Oh well…The DanceSafe people are trying to get involved with us again, and I’m not really biting. I support their cause absolutely, but we got a little burned in our last dealings with them so I’m not in a hurry to get reinvolved with them.

Back from Eugene…a decent trip. I adore that town, although I wasn’t quite in the mood for the raucous partying the weekend had intended for me. At Friday night’s slumber party, I think I was the only one who actually took the “slumbering” part seriously. Then last night Dre and eli played at some club called “Dante’s” downtown. It was a decent club for such a small town.

I got bored and watched two guys for half an hour. Guy #1 was obviously the alpha male, a cheezy blond with a big-ass gold chain around his neck and a black shirt on. Guy #2 was the lacky, the pencil knecked friend who laughs at all Guy #1s jokes, nervously holding a beer and adjusting the hem of his white shirt. The two of them stood in the back of the dance floor watching women dance and walk by, occassionally gesturing with their beers at someone who had a particularly nice ass, large tits, or suggestive dance moves. After first being sort of horrified by the cheeziness of these dorks (they weren’t even man enough to HIT on any of these woman or dance with them…they just oggled and snickered compliments under their breath), after a while I became sort of facinated by them.

They left their station and wandered over to the bar, and I snuck behind them, trying to look casual. I watched them some more, and then they wandered off to get a different vantage point of the dancefloor….and again, I followed.

At this point, I think I sort of freaked them out. And it was immensily satisfying:
“See how it feels, gentlemen? To turn around and realize the same person is lurking behind you, avoiding eye contact??”

Amusing.

One more reason to be vegetarian.

I can’t help it. I love this video.

Still waiting to hear from Sara…tried calling again this morning. First she was on the phone, now she’s out of the office. This seems to indicate that she is simply busy, not intentionally ignoring me.

Patience, dear girl, patience.

[neurosis]
I am in employment purgatory, and tis killin’ me, capt’n.

Still waiting to hear from my agent, Sara. She said she’d be calling my referrences yesterday and today, however none of my referrences say they’ve heard from her. Eep! I really do have to trust my gut on this one…but being patient is definitely not my strong suit.

I left her a message this morning…then tried to call again this afternoon. She was out of the office, so perhaps that’s why she didn’t call?

Ok, ok– [/neurosis]

I’m on MTV. Not much of me–just my hair, since they decided “the sober friend” wasn’t an interesting part of an ecstasy evening. But still–there’s my hair! I still haven’t seen it yet–if anyone has MTV, please tape it for me!