I may have an -ism
I’m trying to get into my new routine. Seems like this has been a running theme in my life for quite some time now. I started a new job; my third in 18 months, and I’m kinda diggin’ it. I’m working in Gretna, in a building with no windows, where I sit in front of a computer all day - see, kinda cool. The people I work with are the best. No micro management, and only a marginal amount of bullshit to put up with, but no more so than any other job. And at least I’m not driving around the city all day in traffic (last job) or flying around the country every week (the job before that). I just come to work, sit at my desk and do my thing. It’s amazing how something so mundane and ordinary feels so comforting whereas it was the consistency that was my biggest complaint just 18 months ago which prompted me to run off and do something “more exciting”. I’m going to have to really pay more attention to what I wish for.
I took advantage of the high winds this weekend to climb up a big-ass ladder and take down a pair of about 65ft of seamless gutters from the neighbor’s house by myself. I’ve been meaning to do it for months now since they offered them to me but got sidetracked and was sort of waiting for someone to help me. But, I just thought, ‘eh, what the hell. if they get a little banged up: that’s fine’. Boy howdy! Tenant 2.0 tried to help, but it was really kind of silly with the wind and the gutters being so long that they just sort of bent in the middle. But they’re down and now I just have to cut them, rejoin them, and get them up on the shanty.
Other than that, I didn’t really do anything productive all weekend. I drank too much and sat around the squalor that is my apartment. I did notice yesterday, that my remarkably uncomfortable futon was partly sitting on some rubble, making it uneven. This may explain why its seemed more uncomfortable lately, but I can’t be sure. And it does beg the question of why there is a pile of rubble under my bed. Well, I put it there for the rubble-fairy who has yet to show herself. MyBoySue made some progress on getting the FEMA trailer available, which will allow me to live in there briefly while I get the bathroom re-done. I’ve said it before, but when you’re looking forward to living in a trailer in your backyard, things have clearly gone very wrong.
Due to my abject loneliness, I’ve been thinking of getting a dog. It’s a fairly bad idea given the state of the shanty and all the other shit going on. But I just like the idea of it. My mom used to say that sometimes its just nice to have another heartbeat around. Well, another heartbeat that doesn’t belong to a rat scurrying around chewing the pockets out of my pants. There have been fewer rats around and I initially thought it was because of the dead one I left in the trap as a warning. But, apparently, there’s a kitten living under the house; and no doubt coming into the house through one of the many openings in the floor. I don’t mind so much, although, it is not domesticated at all.
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Laurie
are you working for the porn website people over there on Gretna Blvd? I interviewed there once.
Porn? No. I wish! But I’d only want to be a copywriter for a porn site. That would rule.
Now I’m sad.