left to my own (de)vices
Today until 10, I will sit alone in the same old chair. The new French intern will arrive late, will bargain with me so that I can leave early this afternoon, should I choose to. Should I choose to? I've been told it feels like 1 degree outside today. I came without hat, without gloves, and I thought that today was a day to walk. What does the internet know about the cold?
The place will be quiet, this office. G-I and the Mussels from Belgium will both be gone for four weeks. It's up to the Frog and I to learn how to make the most (or least) of their absence. I'd like to leave this internship having contributed, having accomplished something; such as:
*making one short film [not necessarily in the job description, but in my selfish initial interest in accepting the deal in the first place]
*carving out a niche in the Montreal film/festival scene, making just one contact who could offer me the option of living permanently in the city
*organizing junk that hides in the office's many corner [this, i must brag, has already been accomplished, with a Mr. Clean sheen as the bow on top]
*finding a way to phrase my project proposals to G-I so that they're accepted without her knowing it
*cleaning off the salt stains on my boots. i feel like Lot's wife. I can't be constantly reminded of my wrongdoings in this manner. it's too direct. Send me an e-mail, God.
Off to discover my best method of failure or accomplishment...
The place will be quiet, this office. G-I and the Mussels from Belgium will both be gone for four weeks. It's up to the Frog and I to learn how to make the most (or least) of their absence. I'd like to leave this internship having contributed, having accomplished something; such as:
*making one short film [not necessarily in the job description, but in my selfish initial interest in accepting the deal in the first place]
*carving out a niche in the Montreal film/festival scene, making just one contact who could offer me the option of living permanently in the city
*organizing junk that hides in the office's many corner [this, i must brag, has already been accomplished, with a Mr. Clean sheen as the bow on top]
*finding a way to phrase my project proposals to G-I so that they're accepted without her knowing it
*cleaning off the salt stains on my boots. i feel like Lot's wife. I can't be constantly reminded of my wrongdoings in this manner. it's too direct. Send me an e-mail, God.
Off to discover my best method of failure or accomplishment...
posted by jordan at 9:56 AM
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"If you'll excuse me, I will discuss your sadness with this porkchop."
jordan, you are the coolest person i know. a goddess of awesomeness, some may say.
I haven't heard "goddess of awesomeness" in so many years. Why has that phrase escaped my usage??
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