September 9, 2003
Smoke Signals
I found the most perfect job for me today. I found it in a different category than I normally search, and it just happens to be absolutely up my alley. So please give me this job! I promise I'll be good!
I'm not diggin this stay-at-home thing. I was excited about it at first because I could listen to the radio without my headphones, and I could eat and dance and stuff in between whatever it was that I was supposed to be doing. But it turns out that I really am an office kind of person for work. I guess I need the rigidity and structure of a workplace to make me work. It's all too easy to tear me away from what I was supposed to be doing when I'm at home.
For instance, Roommate and I recently had a scrumptious homemade pizza, which had a mountain of mozzarella. Some of that lovely cheese ended up on the bottom of the oven, dripping off the sides of the pizza and the oven rack on which the pizza sat. We didn't clean it up quickly enough, for when R went to cook something else, the cheese just continued to burn and burn, becoming charred and a mess. So he suggested that I clean the oven while I was at home today. No prob. The oven'll do it all by itself.
Well, little did I know, the oven also expels all of the smoke that the cleaning process creates through a tiny little vent at the top of the oven. The smoke then fills the kitchen and the rest of the living space, creating havoc on my unsuspecting eyes and lungs. And of course, because our landlord didn't install a range hood for whatever fucked up reason he can think of today, there was nowhere else for the smoke to go but throughout the apartment.
Oh my god, I freaked. Thankfully it was mid-morning, and my neighbors were all somewhere else. So I opened all the windows and the front door, turned on a couple of the room fans to get the smoke circulating and dissipating, but it just took too long. The whole place was just lousy with smoke. And I wonder why I quit smoking. It would have been so much more fun to light up a ciggie-poo and have a seat in the kitchen. Like anyone would notice the difference.
It's all over, and the oven is much more clean than it was. Supposedly, the thing heats up to like 700° F (371° C) and sits there for a couple of hours turning anything left inside it to ash. And clean up was a breeze. Just whip out the dustbuster, get an old rag, and voilà, you've got a clean oven.
So. Tomorrow, I have a brief interview with a potential staffing agency. I'm looking forward to it. For some reason, I have a good feeling about this place. I see a lot of jobs advertised through this particular group, and I'm hoping they'll be able to find me a new home. No ties, please, if it's not too much to ask. I don't own any. But I really want that other one. We'll see what's meant to be.
Goodness, the sky looks almost yellow. It's all cloudy and the sun is just starting to set, and it's looking eerie. I love storms.
