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11.04.03
so nancy works for campbell soup and did you know- they own godiva chocolates! she said she could get huge bags of them at the company store for $5. what the heck? for all non employees it's $36 for a box of nine truffels.
nance also told me about a mouse problem she's been having. apparently there is a mouse in her kitchen. after she had tracked the mouse for a few days, she purchased one of those sticky traps and strategically placed it in its daily trail. that night she woke up to the sounds of a shrieking mouse. instead of doing something about it, nancy went back to bed. the next day she crept into the kitchen and found that the mouse had got away. all that remained was the trap with a thick clump of hair stuck to it. she told her dad about this and mr.lee replied, "just let it live nancy. it probably had children to feed. and it had such a passion for life! let it live." yeah but who wants mice in their kitchen? she purchased another kind of mousetrap but it didn't work either. the mouse took the bait and got away again. so somewhere in the walls of nancy's kitchen there is a half bald mouse with a burning passion for life. and possibly baby mice.
yesterday i gave my two weeks notice. yay-o-yay. i've got a new job and am v.excited!
11.05.03
just ate so many wings. so many! and we don't even have green tea at home. must stop eating wings on weekly basis. also must start pilates workout v.v.soon. could possibly have lean, scuplted body in just three weeks. just three weeks! but the way i see it, thanksgiving is coming soon and what's the point in trying to diet around the holidays? mass fat intake all in one go is probably wiser. eat lots, be happy, gain weight, feel fat, build determination, then start fresh on road to fitness. what a good idea.
11.10.03
i had a big steak for dinner. i'm anemic so i should actually have steak everyday.
is it bad for celine dion to have recorded "at last" and for me to secretly enjoy listening to it? jamie made me two jazz cd's that i have been listening to on my commute. v.good. i think poeks looooooves celine dion in secret but would rather die than admit it.
11.11.03
ah, three more days to go and i am free from the bondage that is s___. everlasting joy. also picked up forms from my new job and i get 50% discount on the clothes which is good good good. and a membership to crunch gym though i probably won't join as have pilates tapes. vacation days are the same so no vacation for me for another six months. will have to plan really good vacation getaway for next june.
lindajun: if you were a surgeon
lindajun: would you still get french manicures
dr.e: haha, yes
11.16.03
i don't like to throw things away. like scrunchies from middle school. what to do with them? totally unfashionable yet perfectly functional. cannot throw away perfectly functional hair accessories into the trash. it just feels wrong. maybe scrunchies will make great comeback in later years and my middle school originals will be coveted by all.
one day i will be old and frail and quite possibly that lady with the rattling shopping cart full of the most precious crap.
yay, no more s___. i will admit that i did feel a little sad when saying goodbye to coworkers and shaking jl's hand before leaving.
coworkers. you see them everyday for a year or two and then you never see them again.
new job starts next weds. will spend minibreak resting. and watching movies from the library.
watched 'love actually' tonight. bad. although there was this one actor who according to dr.e, is so hot he is probably gay. he *is* hot. he's probably what my husband is going to look like. maybe. what would it be like to have a really really ridiculously good looking spouse? could that get annoying after a while, all that goodlookingness?
should not have had that coffee. so tired but no sleep.
11.17.03
so officially i am not supposed to start work until weds. but today i received a call from new boss asking if i could possibly come in tomorrow. there's a television interview on weds morning and they want to get twelve looks ready. they'd like me to dress the model. when i heard that, i felt strangely defensive at the thought of having to ease a full grown woman in to some cashmere ensemble. however o has just informed me that 'dressing a model' means telling the model what to wear and making sure she's wearing it correctly. well then, i'll do it.
tomorrow was supposed to be part of my four day weekend. i've already rented two more dvd's. was planning to wake up late, eat breakfast while watching posession, eat snack-lunch, read a bit, watch about schmidt, eat dinner, do nothing, do nothing, then off to sleep.
i think i am just sick and tired of work in general. the getting up in the morning, showering, getting on and off trains, walking uptown, checking fifty emails, speaking kindly to coworkers, swiveling in a swivel chair, etc. it just makes me feel like a raisin.
11.18.03
models are skinny. skinny like nobody's business. and they're so young, around sixteen or so. i watched them change in and out of the clothes. their bodies are strange. they look like very tall 8yr old girls. it made me feel sad.
11.19.03
my first official day at work. thank goodness it's over. i am so tired i can't sleep. as soon as i got into the city, i took a cab down to my boss's apt in soho. they live in this awesome apt building, the kind where the doorman will walk you from the car to the front door with a golf umbrella if it is raining. their housekeeper let me in and announced my arrival. my bosses s&n (a wife and husband duo) appeared in their matching kimono bathrobes. "ah linda, we'll be ready soon."
n collects rare chairs so i went around and sat in all of them. a row of theater chairs from some old european opera house. a pair of very worn, leather arm chairs. an eames rocking chair. i hear he has more than eighty.
we were late for the interview of course. when we got there, that lady with that fashion show (if you watch style network you'd know her as the really skinny woman with dark eye makeup and hair like cruella deville) had already arrived and was sitting on the couch looking all "i'm here". our four models were there getting their hair and makeup done. once we started dressing them, s decided that two of them were too big and sent them home. one of the girls looked like she was going to go home and not eat again for the rest of her life.
they shot the interview and the twelve looks for spring and the three of us took a vip car service to our office. they showed me where i would be working. ah, in s&n's office sandiwched between their desks. pro: awesome view of manhattan. con: can no longer enjoy online chatting and the occasional phonecall. pro: really nice computer. con: n gave me his computer and claims that he doesn't need it. however he would like me to take care of all email correspondence. pro: no more pros. con: they both smoke in the office. when one puts out a butt, the other one will light up. there's a rotating fan that blows smoke and bits of ashes everywhere. and by s's desk there's an ionic air purifying unit. this they have on at full blast.
oh and one more thing. s asked me to get coffee. this is a big deal to me because there is an all important list of "what i will and will not do" for people who are slightly senior at work. or in this case, people who are my employers. man, i don't do the coffee. so i made it obvious that i didn't want to go get it but one of my coworkers volunteered to go with me and then what could i do? "no, you sit down. no one is going to get coffee!" i told mrs.chae about this and she said i shouldn't be so surprised. she herself had to get lunch for her partner a few times last month. then she recounted more unfortunate stories about her coworkers. dry cleaning. keys. mail. is this normal? fetching things for people? have i been spoiled at my previous job? should i be a social worker in camden? i don't know. i just don't know. i guess i can't really tell from one day.
11.20.03
today, better. it's going to be interesting.
11.21.03
weekend! yay! i am going to get a haircut tomorrow. it's hard to decide on whether or not i should get bangs.
even at 60% off, i cannot buy clothes from the brand that i work for. it is just so expensive! what if i bought knock offs from h&m and wore it to work? "you know what, i bought this for $19.99 and it is *exactly* like that shirt you designed for spring. that h&m. *so* great."
s: i saw calvin klein today.
me: you did? where?
s: oh, he lives in my building.
me: he does?
s: yeah... i can't decide if he's gay or not.
me: isn't he married?
s: yeah but that doesn't mean anything.
me: it doesn't?
s: you know *those* people. you know.
me: yeah...
most conversations i have with my boss kind of end with my voice trailing off. sometimes it's because i was not listening and all i can say is, "yeah...". other times it's because she says really wacky things and all i can say is, "yeah...". yeah yeah yeah.
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