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10:45 Sunday, July 18-10
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Up since 6:30 AM. Work on outstanding web projects, get requested revisions done, email to client. A trip to the flea market, nothing today (few vendors, mostly deserted), to Higher Ground for coffee (and you sit and watch the people on the street, only it's 8:30 AM on a Sunday and there are no people on the street), bus to Bowness WIN thrift shop, no finds whatsoever this morning, then while waiting for a bus home I succumb to temptation and follow some garage sale signs into the depths of Bowness and turn up a vintage (antique?) mother-of-pearl "Folk Art" accordion, $40.00. Which I buy, because should I choose to stay with this waitering thing (I don't, I won't..), it will be an invaluable accompaniment. It would be if I were to remain a waiter, but I'm pretty sure it's time to try something a little more 9-5.
Stopped as well at the health food store, picked up some Resveratrol (?), which, paired with red wine (natural source resveratrol...) is now helping to dampen the cups of coffee that launched my morning. Now to make some notes and hopefully nap - the rest of the day? The new film w/ Leonardo De Caprio - Inception, or perhaps there's another, I'll check...
New Shoes
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Trip to the thrift shop today, found some new shoes. Beautiful, black, brand new, $8.00. Very styling.
They'd be good for work, only I have a pair of somewhat decrepit used shoes I have reserved for that purpose. These shoes, the new shoes, they'll be saved for the new job in September. Another little thing I'm superstitious about - start a new job with new shoes.
Meanwhile, at work the days pass slower and slower. 2 weeks to go and the time drags on and on.
"Soon" I tell myself, but I still have to go in for the final couple of weeks after vacation, no notice given as of yet, hopefully that will give me a chance to get to the dentist before leaving...
And that's it. Other creative projects in the works, but they take time and that's one thing I seem to be a little short of at the moment...
The Leaving...
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I'm done, just hanging on for the summer vacation. But it's a crummy time to leave and so I've promised Franco that I'll come back after the "vacation" and do a couple more weeks while they train up someone new.
The owner, the boss, he doesn't know yet, and I don't know when will be a good time to tell him.
He's being extra nice and I'm worried that he suspects. He asks about my plans, what I'm doing, confides that it's what he works for all year, and it kills me because I like him, but it's not for me, not this schedule, in September I'm going to have theater tickets, seasons tickets, I'm going to have my son over for weekends, I'm going to go out of town, visit friends, take time off and travel, paint, write more, and I can do none of these things while I'm working here. He won't understand.
That time in September, the couple of weeks I'm coming back, that was premium time to get out my resumes, I have a plan, something different, and it has to be done before the weather turns, and it can't be done while I'm working there.
He's being extra nice, he's offered me his motorcycle, old but only a few thousand K, to get to work on, but I won't be coming to work here, don't want to have that debt on my head.
It's been rainy, hailing, the weather tells you to stay indoors, hardly the kind of weather that inspires one to look for work, but even if the snow is 3 feet on the ground I'll need to find another, more livable job.
He's not going to take it well.
Wednesday, July 14 - 2010
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A supposed "Day off" but there's work to do, web projects, not mine but other peoples, and so the day is devoured.
Up at 7:00, news, by 8:00 am working away, it's mostly mindless editing, copy-pasting, but it's very mindlessness is what makes it so grueling.
9:00 break to go and get dry cleaning, 7/11 for breakfast (my dreams of my mortality are fast becoming prophecy), home, eat, some more work, nap.
Wake up, slow to wake, shave, bath, I'm multitasking.
I'm liking how I have the hang of this. While waiting for the bath to run I copy-paste some more, smoke some cigarettes, listen to some podcasts (CHINK - Master Lee & Stephen Fry - What I'd wish I'd known when I was 18), download music for the bosses nephew (a different posting), then have my bath.
After bath head off to the Uxbridge Postal Outlet - a parcel for me...a forgotten about ebay purchase.
My Milagros are here. It's a small box, heavily wrapped in duct tape, 2" X 2" by 4" long, but when I cut through all the cardboard and duct tape, sure enough, there are my Milagros. And easily 500 of them, all sorts, turnips, carrots, saints, hearts of every description, arms, legs, more saints, livestock, it goes on and on. My shrine will be the best shrine in all the world, when I complete it, which is a bit up in the air at the moment with the impending move and all. I have to get to the hardware store and buy some plywood and make a more portable shrine that I can take with me on these many moves....
I get some groceries while I'm there - mouthwash, toothpaste, hair wax.
Then home via 7/11 for an afternoon snack. It's now 3:30.
Probably I should nap again but the previous coffee following the previous nap woke me up.
So I hack away some more. I keep promising myself that I'll call a stop to it, just copy-paste a few more lines, but I want it done....
7:00, break for ice cream. Not at 7/11, Amato Gelato down the street. White Chocolate Rasberry and Espresso Flake.
Walk to Kensington, find a bottle of wine (Kensington wine store, where the cheapest bottles start at $20.00, not what I was looking for but I'm going to enjoy it..), home, back at website.
By 9:30 I'm done, ready for a break and another snack at 7/11, go for a walk along the river but the sun has set, there's nothing to see (it was a beautiful night, but I was too late), then back home. Catch up on other small errands, transcribe notes, burn music onto CD's, emails, drink the wine, and so passes the day.
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