Failed Attempts At Being Good
May. 11th, 2004 08:09 pmI was going to be a good little do-bee tonight and study for my social work licensing exam while Jen was volunteering. And then I realized that my notebooks are in the trunk of Jen's car. I could drive over there and get them, but she will be home in an hour. Aaah, procrastination! (I should be using this time more wisely than blowing it on the internet.)
I have a phone interview tomorrow evening with a grassroots nonprofit that fights shady corporations. My father would kill me if I took this job, because he derives a lot of his income from the tobacco industry. Oops. I doubt they'd hire me, though - it's a "Senior Organizer" position and I've never seniored anything in my measley existence.
Someone might come over and buy our spare futon tonight. That would be exciting. I am going to do the dishes in a minute. That is not so exciting.
Funny story: I have a new coworker. He returned from being deployed somewhere and is back at his job at my agency. His first day back was yesterday, and he's probably going to get most of my cases when I leave, so we were chatting about them. I invited him along on a home visit yesterday, since he'll probably be the new caseworker. While we were walking to my car, he proceeds to ask me about "that young man in the photo on my wall." Now I know for a fact that the only young man on my wall is my brother, and no one can see that photo, so I say, "There are no boys on my wall, you must be mistaken." Mr. Coworker proceeds to dig himself deeper by saying, "No, that young man you're cheek-to-cheek with." HA! "That's my partner," I answer him as we drive in my sweltering car, "She's a woman." Hee. We went from 0 to Really Fucking Uncomfortable in about 3 seconds. Both Supervisor Sara and Coworker Tamarine got quite a laugh out of that one.
Duh, can't he see that she's the most beautiful girl in the whole entire universe?
I have a phone interview tomorrow evening with a grassroots nonprofit that fights shady corporations. My father would kill me if I took this job, because he derives a lot of his income from the tobacco industry. Oops. I doubt they'd hire me, though - it's a "Senior Organizer" position and I've never seniored anything in my measley existence.
Someone might come over and buy our spare futon tonight. That would be exciting. I am going to do the dishes in a minute. That is not so exciting.
Funny story: I have a new coworker. He returned from being deployed somewhere and is back at his job at my agency. His first day back was yesterday, and he's probably going to get most of my cases when I leave, so we were chatting about them. I invited him along on a home visit yesterday, since he'll probably be the new caseworker. While we were walking to my car, he proceeds to ask me about "that young man in the photo on my wall." Now I know for a fact that the only young man on my wall is my brother, and no one can see that photo, so I say, "There are no boys on my wall, you must be mistaken." Mr. Coworker proceeds to dig himself deeper by saying, "No, that young man you're cheek-to-cheek with." HA! "That's my partner," I answer him as we drive in my sweltering car, "She's a woman." Hee. We went from 0 to Really Fucking Uncomfortable in about 3 seconds. Both Supervisor Sara and Coworker Tamarine got quite a laugh out of that one.
Duh, can't he see that she's the most beautiful girl in the whole entire universe?
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Date: 2004-05-12 12:16 am (UTC)Sorry you have a tense car ride. Lame-o!
(I for one am glad you are taking time to update). :)
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Date: 2004-05-12 02:27 pm (UTC)Just like when I worked at the shelter and people would see the photo of my brother and I and ask if that was my husband. I was always like, "GROSS! Can't you see that he LOOKS JUST LIKE ME??!?!?"
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Date: 2004-05-12 06:44 pm (UTC)Maybe it will be something endearing later, when you leave. You can rib him for it.
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Date: 2004-05-13 02:48 pm (UTC)We got a lot of "tsk"s. Hee!
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Date: 2004-05-12 01:15 am (UTC)Remind me tomorrow to break down those boxes. What with Patrick having to fly out on such short notice, I didn't really have time to do it today.
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Date: 2004-05-12 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-12 02:21 pm (UTC)Because I'm a Bad Person.
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Date: 2004-05-12 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 02:47 pm (UTC)THANKS!
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Date: 2004-05-12 06:52 pm (UTC)I am evil! If I were in your situation, I would have forced this really sad face, sniffed a little, and then whimpered, "But... but... that's isn't a boy. That's my girlfriend."
Buhahaha!
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Date: 2004-05-13 02:49 pm (UTC)Yeah, I mean, I can totally understand when people think she and I are boys from behind, what with the whole hair thing.
But dude, she has some SERIOUS boobs. But I guess you can't see that in the photo. ;)
I also think people are just pre-determined to think boy-girl. I mean, society is heterosexist, so this shouldn't be a surprise.