The nature of life in reality . . .
If you plug it, she will update.
Seeing as how I am on Haroldís list of journal links, I suppose I should update!
I quit my job. Iíve been looking for an excuse to do that for a while now. I actually told one of my coworkers that I wanted to be gone by August 1st Ė looks like I missed it by a few weeks. My last day is tomorrow and Iíll have a nice long weekend before I start my new job.
Iím going to work for an advertising agency, which is something that I have wanted to do for a long time.
Itís funny. When I was in grade school, I did theatre as a hobby and wanted to go to be a journalist. When I was in middle school, I did theatre as a hobby and wanted to go into advertising. By the time I had finished high school, I decided that I wanted to study theatre and teach at a University. In college, I shifted to directing. Once I got out, I got jobs to pay the bills and did theatre as a hobby. Now, Iím finally going into advertising. Itís a little Rube Goldberg machine of progress, that is.
James has been having a hard time at work lately, but he got a promotion and a raise yesterday. Wow. Weíre both salaried employees! I feel so grown up. I think this is the beginning of some stability for us. We need it.
Jamesí Mother is staying with us while his sister and her husband visit his family in the dark recesses of Pennsylvania. Itís a test of our marriage, but I think it will be ok. I think we might take her to the Fair on Friday. I havenít been to the Fair in years, and the weather is beautiful.
Harold and Sonya are coming up from New Orleans this weekend, so that should be fun.
I have to rehearse for my 10-minute play, if I can ever cast the male role . . . Iíve been trying for weeks. Iíd better hurry too, Ďcause they go up on the 1st. Itís extra pressure for me because the playwright is one of my best friends from college . . . and he (and possibly his father) is coming up to visit and see the performance.
He says he has faith in me. I wonder, myself.
Iíve been watching a lot of the Olympics. Iím not a huge sports fan, but itís really hard to ignore all of the coverage. I watch strange things too . . . like womenís weight lifting. Everybody watches gymnastics, but I want to see trampoline and synchronized swimming and the modern pentathlon! You know, stuff youíd never see on Wide World of Sports. A few years ago I got really sucked into Curling at the Winter Games. It was like bowling at the end of the world . . . brooms and stones on ice lanes.
Does the whole process seem anticlimactic to anybody? Australia is fifteen hours ahead of the US East Coast. All of the medal winners are posted on the net hours before they are telecast. Itís like watching Titanic . . . you know what the ending is.
And is it just my, but WHERE ARE ALL THE DRAG QUEENS? This is Sydney right?
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