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random update
Aug. 12th, 2003 08:09 pmSo, the torrential rain today struck--again--at 5:00 p.m. Um, Nature, could you not pour on me right when I have to walk to the bus stop? I appreciate your cooperation.
My typing speed and accuracy has definitely improved since I got my most recent job placement. I'm very happy with my job, and I love being a Typist (yes, the capital is part of the title).
Last week, this 40-some-year-old man at the bus stop near my job if I would become his girlfriend. No, I hadn't met him before. I clearly explained that I was happily single and that I was not looking for anything, and he said that he just wanted to meet people to do friend-stuff with (such as bowling, which he suggested). I, of course, being the not-liar that I am, gave him my real name and my email address. I don't think he's a stalker--he seemed nice enough. But it's strange. I don't look for attention (at least, not most of the time). I don't wear make-up, I rarely wear revealing or tight clothes. He caught me as I was coming out of work, so I was wearing my work clothes (which happen to be the nicest part of my wardrobe). It's just strange.
My mom ended up with a subscription to Writer's Digest, and she has no idea how. So I get these issues, because my mom could care less. And even I get only the barest help from the articles (being a poetry writer, not fiction writer).
My sister had a manic episode last week, which was trying for the family, but ultimately good (she went to her first AA meeting and is re-committed to taking her medication). My brother, on the opposite side of the extreme scale, hit his fiance and pissed on her. (She says it was deliberate; he says she walked into his stream.) It's been one of those weeks.
My typing speed and accuracy has definitely improved since I got my most recent job placement. I'm very happy with my job, and I love being a Typist (yes, the capital is part of the title).
Last week, this 40-some-year-old man at the bus stop near my job if I would become his girlfriend. No, I hadn't met him before. I clearly explained that I was happily single and that I was not looking for anything, and he said that he just wanted to meet people to do friend-stuff with (such as bowling, which he suggested). I, of course, being the not-liar that I am, gave him my real name and my email address. I don't think he's a stalker--he seemed nice enough. But it's strange. I don't look for attention (at least, not most of the time). I don't wear make-up, I rarely wear revealing or tight clothes. He caught me as I was coming out of work, so I was wearing my work clothes (which happen to be the nicest part of my wardrobe). It's just strange.
My mom ended up with a subscription to Writer's Digest, and she has no idea how. So I get these issues, because my mom could care less. And even I get only the barest help from the articles (being a poetry writer, not fiction writer).
My sister had a manic episode last week, which was trying for the family, but ultimately good (she went to her first AA meeting and is re-committed to taking her medication). My brother, on the opposite side of the extreme scale, hit his fiance and pissed on her. (She says it was deliberate; he says she walked into his stream.) It's been one of those weeks.