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(The Not-Working Series)

I am back from

Workin'

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I think I'm funna like this. Verrry laid back, which is good and bad--good because once I learn what I'm doing it will be a pleasant work environment, but bad because for right today they gave me work without training me and sort of "let me" learn it. I was told to correct invoices and send out billing, but the system is not that terribly straightforward. Also I was set free on a bitchy copy machine/printer that the attorneys know 100% of NOTHING about.

Fortunately the guy I'm replacing will be back to train me all next week. I have a notebook started for him.

Notable things:
-work is in Greek Town. Yummy lunch!
-while giving me the tour of the kitchen the female attorney pointed to a cupboard and said, this is the emergency supplies, and pulled out a bottle of Jimmy Walker Black. Also, there were a few beers in the fridge.
-The commute took 1 hour and 10 minutes--(Trip Planner said 40-45)

I think I'll like this. The commuters at 8 AM are very different from the 10:00 ones.

Those 2 sentences are not related.

Katie Casey was baseball mad,
Had the fever and had it bad.
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev'ry cent
Katie spent.
On a Saturday her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go
To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No,
I'll tell you what you can do:"

[Chorus) (

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names.
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along,
Good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

I did not know this song's verses. I didn't even know it had verses!

Ha ha, I like that idea of a series called Not Working, which would show the downtime at all different kinds of jobs.

Please, please... "multi-tasking".

Oh, Sarah. (Oh, Oh, Sarah, let me love you till the morning comes) Apply for job with -- well, I'll email you. There's an attorney in the loop who co-counsels with H&O who is looking for an admin. They do Good Work.

I am SO fucking sick that I'm finna die. Everything hurts, esp. my chest.

JIMMY Walker??? I think not. Johnny, I meant.

anything fun happening august 18-september 2?

i'm already thinking of the following:
T 21 - Fred Anderson @ MCA
W 22 August 22: Prisoners (Gefangene) @ Cultural Center
W 22 Riot in Belgium @ Sonotheque
Th 23 - Kokolo @ Summer Dance
T 28 - Corey Wilkes @ MCA
W 29 - Off Screen @ Cultural Center

AUG 24 MUSICIAN AT THE SISKEL CENTER

this post generated by an automatic reply system that has been programmed to respond to queries of fun by suggesting this event

Aug. 22 - Fake Fics at Empty Bottle, opening for California's own Mika Miko

In case you get homesick

Had a good day yesterday: got up early, worked until 9:15, drove out to Loyola, got set up to play that radio show, wandered around Loyola and Rogers Park with Sarah and Ben for awhile, drank too much coffee, played well on the radio show, went to Heartland for lunch, came home and took a nap, watched a little baseball, went to Bridget's for portabello burgers and Boggle.

while giving me the tour of the kitchen the female attorney pointed to a cupboard and said, this is the emergency supplies, and pulled out a bottle of Jimmy Walker Black.

Ah, lawyers.

If a lawyer pulls out a bottle of booze, it's classy. If a janitor does it, he's fucking fired.

If a lawyer pulls out a bottle of booze, it's classy.

well.... it's lawyer-y, anywayy, anyway

whoa, what did I do there? I did not type that

ha ha

Yesterday ruled! I want every weekday to include homecooked breakfast, band activities subsidized by my work (ie: paid day off while playing on radio), a long nap, a social activity, and a walk on a beautiful summer evening.

Hi Sarah I am bored.

Nick, hhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiii. I'm makin' you an email.

Hey - quick vote. Would you guys be more likely to be able to make my bday party if it were on September 7th (a Friday) or Sept 15th (a Saturday)?

Either day.

I'm makin' you an email.

This is really funny to me. Like it maybe involves tape and staples.

More likely on the 7th, since I'll actually be in-state, but don't make any decisions just because of me.

This is really funny to me. Like it maybe involves tape and staples.

in the future, email will be able to send construction paper

It's possible I could attend on the 7th since we'll be in town for our thing on the 8th, although we might be driving down & thus landing in chicago very late.

I've had fantasies about being able to attach a pizza in an e-mail and send it to myself for later. This would be handy if you're on the road and not hungry, but you pass a place that has really good food.

HAH! awesome.

I have had dreams where I emailed people things that canoot ordinarily be emailed.

cannot

canoot is Canadian

God, I cannot stop listening to this recording of 'When My Dreamboat Comes Home' by Mark Br4ud's band. It is the funkiest thing I've ever heard, I'll e-mail it if anyone wants to hear it.

yes plz

I woke up at like 5:30 this morning and had trouble getting back to sleep because my back hurt. I spent the next two and a half hours in a weird half-asleep dream-state, in which I would have dreams about waking up from my dreams. In one, a Port-a-Pottie hole appeared in the corner of my bed, and for some reason I was kneeling above it with a pair of scissors in each hand. Then I "woke up" from that dream and realized I still had the scissors on my hands, like maybe I'd been sleepwalking, and freaked out and apologized to Kr because it could have spelled danger. She said she'd felt a poke on her back from the scissors. Then I *really* woke up and I was lying down and the room was dark and Kr was totally asleep.

It's entirely possible that I was talking in my sleep, too, but I'm not sure because I kept having dreams where I was talking but then realizing that it was all a dream and so then trying to actually talk but then that might have been a dream, too.

nah. Sleep talking only happens when you're so dead asleep you could never remember anything. Same with sleep walking, etc. I used to do weird things in my sleep a lot, but I also used to sleep a lot better. :(

More likely on the 7th, since I'll actually be in-state, but don't make any decisions just because of me.
Dude, the whole point of having a party is to celebrate with friends, so it's important to me that my friends be able to come! Ben couldn't come that day either (15th) so I'm hoping the 7th will be the best solution. We'll see. I will keep you posted. If anyone can't make the 7th, let me know and maybe I'll go back to the 15th depending on the number of No's or try for later in September. People be busy. It would be awesome if you guys could come, Kelsey!

The 15th is not good for me but the 7th is.

Also, remember how I got an offer from a bar for $3 all-drinks for everyone and a free meal/drinks for me because it's my birthday? Well, they wrote me again to pick a Friday in August and I picked Friday the 31st. I'll put the location in an e-mail closer to the date since it might not be prudent to say "drinks for all my friends" on the Internet, but it can be a casual thirsty-Friday deal if some are interested.

She said she'd felt a poke on her back from the scissors.

Very interestink, Zhon.

Otherwise, I will be there alone, al fresco, eating my birthday steak.

Oops, I pasted John's comment in between what I had written about drinks and then steak.

Well, I guess what I mean is, I could've been talking while in my half-sleep state, but I don't know if it actually happened or not because I was having a lot of trouble differentiating reality at that point.

Dude, the whole point of having a party is to celebrate with friends, so it's important to me that my friends be able to come!

Totally. I just didn't want you to change it if I was the only one who couldn't make it.

BACK TO BACK PAR-TAYS!!

I ate a GLBT (guac, lettuce, bacon, tomato) sandwich the other day, which sounds good but I think it's what made me sick the next day. Guac is something I think I feel compelled to like but actually do not like all that much.

I had a glbt sandwich once, too, and I got sick. With guilt and shame.

Heh heh.

I love homemade guac.

This one was from a little place that has its own cookbook and a good reputation, but I have yet to really connect with a sandwich there.

There's a new cafe around the corner from our house that we theoretically love but have yet to connect with anything they serve aside from the coffee. it makes me sad.

I have posted to the two-truths-and-a-lie page.

I am stumped. They are all plausible in their own way.