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posted by: (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (9:14 am) I never knew it was called marriage mail. who came up with that? also, Bag Piper sounds a lot like Pied Piper . . . I hope he didn't lure you away from your home, never to be seen again! posted by: (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (9:14 am) hmm, the comment system is different now. that was from aro, by the way. posted by: (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (10:09 am) The only thing I was lured to was a better appreciation for music, and DC, strangers, and freedom. T-blog is restructured now. And my fortune cookie is federal. It says, "Be calm when confronting an emergency crisis." SparklingSnow posted by: (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (10:54 am) The government is regulating our fortune cookies?? What next? seriously, though, while good advice, that's a bit of a downer for a cookie. AroPlain posted by: hopie26 (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (11:11 am) What is going on with you?? I have no idea what your blogs mean anymore. You're a big shot in DC now? Seems you make a major life change every 5 minutes and I can't keep up! But I do hope you are doing well. And what's with tblog? It changed and got ... WORSE! What the heck? No surprise, I guess. posted by: trickangle (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (11:15 am) My humblest apologies ... that last post was by me, not Hope. Side effects of sharing a computer, I guess. :) posted by: (reply) post date: 01.19.06 (11:41 am) Reply to: trickangle I'm not a big shot, only amongst them; I just wrote it when I felt the power around here. I'm just keeping busy- trying to find a good job, but in the meantime, trying to work full-time, period. And my thoughts are rushed when I update, because I have so little time, so sorry. Either that, or maybe I'm in a new creative phase? Either way, I hope I calm down before attempting to teach adults English tonight. -SparklingSnow posted by: trickangle (reply) post date: 01.20.06 (4:02 am) hmm. |
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Yesterday Amber and I got our first 'marriage mail.' That is what USPS workers call the sort-of catalogs of coupons that come usually once a week (every other day in California.) Being practical, Amber questioned me as to why it is called that- I mean we're certainly not married, and a lot of people who get them aren't. I thought of it more as we actually have an address, and are no longer in school, so we get more chances (and price breaks) out in the 'real world.'
I started a 2-week stint at a job on Pennsylvania Ave (big shot DC here.) I don't feel too much more connected to the 'right people,' and actually with the whole 'what do I want to do with my life?' thing, I sound a lot more like my bosses son than I probably should. With that said, it does feel good to be where a lot is happening, and I have a name badge and everything. I even got to bypass the metal detector because of that!
I liked my other recent office job better- the people are about the same amount of nice and friendly, but there is one voice here that grinds me every time I hear it, and I'm in a make-shift cube, cut off from the window. But I do get to wear my most professional clothes and ride the rail! OH!!! and I got to be lured by a Bag Piper. I was out for an interview (upset about it, too- I had to miss half a day of work to commute there. . ) and just leaving the building when the most beautiful sound caught my ears. So much so that I made a little trip to swing by the guy. He happened to be between songs, so I told him I liked his music, and he said he felt rewarded by that, and it could have been AC. Not so much in appearance, but mannerisms and even (non)accent. I'd expected a Scottish or Irish accent (there's more foreigners than non, it seems) but it was just a regular guy. It's one of those things (the music) that makes me want to stop everything and just absorb. Like nature and certain smells. and moments in time.