Glittering Enchantment

January 18, 2004

Don't Get Around Much Anymore

Haven't had much to say here lately, which is rare because I'm always talking at home...so much that Roommate has perfected the look that tells me that I'm blithering and boring him to tears. Whatevah.

I'm working. It's only been two days, and the job will be a piece o' cake. It's so similar to what I did at the pharmas, minus the huge egos of the doctors and senior vice presidents, that I should have no problem doing good things there. The commute is fifteen minutes on BART...a reverse commute, which means I get a seat coming and going. And that's really it. Quiet office. Friendly people (for a change). No internet access, though. How does that suck? "But we're not at work to surf the net, Michael." Yeah, bite me. It's this kind of job that makes me understand just how completely spoiled we were at the pharma. Believe me, those people have carte blanche to do whatever they want, whenever, however, and with however many office supplies it takes! It's only four months. Then I have to figure out what I'm going to do for my next feat.

In other news...I was just crossing the bridge into unconsciousness the other night when I was awoken by a horrible scream from our new neighbor. She's not really new; she just moved from one end of the building to right next door to me. I sat up in bed, straining to hear any potential cries for help or whatever. I didn't hear any bumps, nothing breaking, just her intermittent screams. The dogs weren't freaking out or anything. And then I hear a man's voice start to moan, and I realized that my neighbor wasn't hurt or in need of help. She's just a screamer. Isn't that nice? So at odd hours on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I can hear her every goings-on, and thank my landlord for the sturdy, well-crafted walls that separate our apartments. In the five years that I've lived here, I haven't really heard that much through the walls: music, movies, the occasional lover's quarrel, but never sex. That's curious. And that's OK, too. Don't start now on my account!

That's all.

MRB

I was silly enough to write this at 12:23 AM