April 28, 2004
Color me astonished
I have a second interview at Borders this week. I didn't actually end up having six interviews, instead I had three for a total of two positions (as opposed to the original three). This position I'm going back for sounds promising--I'd be working with the people who buy genre fiction for the stores, how cool is that? It'd be neat if I could get a little insight into that end of the business. We shall see.
Strangely, I don't miss answering phones. The idea of getting a job that does not involve me answering phones for any portion of the public sounds like something close to heaven right now.
Weather update: It's still FREAKING COLD. I hate Michigan.
April 27, 2004
If you don't like Michigan weather, wait a few minutes...
It is the 27th of April. And it is snowing outside. Not little baby flakes, either. Great big fluffy "hey, I might stick around for a little while" snowflakes. This is sick and freakish and wrong!
April 23, 2004
Word of the day?
I learned a new word today. In fact, I came across it twice, first in the book I'm reading (Contact by Carl Sagan), then later on Law and Order. It's a nifty word. I like it: ecdysiast.
Okay, so in mythology, Eurydice dies and Orpheus goes into the Underworld after her, right? And fails and has to go back to life without her. But then the maenads rip him to shreds and he dies. So... why doesn't anybody mention his reunion with Eurydice in the Underworld? I mean, if he's dead, that's where he should have gone, right? Wouldn't they have had a chance to meet up again? What would they have said to each other?
"Sorry I was such a schmuck, Eurydice."
"That's okay. Hell isn't such a bad place once you get to know people."
I have a point to this, I promise.
Note to self: must learn more about how the Greeks and Romans viewed death.
April 12, 2004
Second week on my temp assignment.
Famous people today: 2 (Someone from a certain extra well-known New York senator's office called today asking for my boss. Also, a local weatherman--the same one I watch every morning!--came in to say hi to his buddy.)
Crazy people today: 13.73 (There were a lot of partially crazy people, including the one who offered me money if I could make his TV stop showing the firm's commercials.)
The job itself may be sort of boring, but there's endless entertainment from some of the calls themselves.
Did I mention my interviews this week? I'm too lazy to go look. No I'm not. I did mention them. Sort of. Anyway, on Wednesday, I have six (you read that right--6, as in, one more than 5) separate interviews with Borders for a total of three different department assistant positions. I am entirely too hopeful for my own good, but good god. Three different jobs. If I can't land at least one, then I'm well and truly doomed to temphood and unemployment. Wish me luck. I think I'd really like to work for them.
I'm starting to settle back into the routine of working full time. It's not a bad thing. I desperately miss my writing time though. It will take a little longer to get used to writing at night as opposed to first thing in the morning. In fact, I'm off to try and form that particular habit right now.
April 09, 2004
Okay, on a reread, I want to clarify: the gray hairs aren't literally on my FACE. They, you know, hang by my face. Which is why I saw them. Yeah. The hairs on my face are another matter entirely, and in fact are probably overdue for a mowing.
Why yes, I am the goddess of sex appeal, thank you.
I forgot to mention: yesterday I found my first gray hairs. Two of them, on the left side of my face. The following conversation ensued tonight when I told my mom about it:
Mom: Just pull 'em out.
Me: Nuh-uh. They'd just grow back. *stares fretfully at hair*
Mom: Lisa, you're not going gray.
Me: Yes I am! *points to hand holding gray hairs, still attached to head* I'm looking at the proof right here in my hand!
Mom: Well, I'm sure you've got a few years left, at least.
And also? Crazy people call me at my job. No, I mean, honest-to-god crazy people. I used to think accountants were crazy. I was wrong. Crazy people are crazy. By my count, I've gotten at least two calls from someone in a psych ward wanting to get out. And don't even get me started about the ones that aren't locked up.
It's one thing to get someone telling you their life story and it's all about accounting. It's something else entirely when they're telling you about how they lost an eye in a car accident. And how now the government is reading their mail. And that the monkeys are spying on them from outer space. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. At least, not nearly as much as you think I am.
I officially have a crazy writer job.
April 08, 2004
I am so the wrong person for this job. I knew the law firm was fairly high profile, but jesus christ.
Today, a slow day, I:
--Talked to no fewer than six journalists (and possibly more, I lost count), all calling about a controversial case the firm may or may not be handling. (I'm not being coy, I really don't know.)
--Talked to a U.S. Senator, who may or may not have been calling about said case.
A senator. A freaking senator! Not a state senator, a U.S. senator. Now, I'm a pretty damn good receptionist (whether I want to be or not is irrelevant), but no way am I smooth enough to handle this. I mean, I freak out if the head of the firm calls in for messages. Tomorrow should be interesting. Oy.
In other news, two more job interviews next week. When it rains, it really does pour. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket or something.
Seriously, it's hard not to make something of one simple fact: this run of good luck I'm having started when I went back to church a few Sundays ago. Now, in my particular theology, deity doesn't work that way--God, Allah, whoever. It's not like you get rewarded automatically like that for doing the "right thing" (and I'm not certain that two Sunday night services at the church I grew up in constitutes the "right thing" in anybody's book, especially mine). But it's hard not to look at the explosion of things going right in my life all of a sudden and not wonder a little bit.
I don't feel like I'm about to collapse tonight. I might even stay up until 10. However, a little less pain in my back would be greatly appreciated.
April 05, 2004
My first day
(I can't believe he's three years old!)
The biggest lesson I learned today? Advertising is a wonderful way to build your law practice, but if you are particularly well-known for your ubiquitous commercials, every bored child and teenager in the area will call your office after 3:30 pm.
The job was uniformly Not Bad. The people were nice, the work isn't that hard, and the pay is pretty good. I can do this for a month or so. I did realize, however, that I am super reluctant to take a permanent full time job answering phones all the time. I'd much rather have quiet to work with. I got home and felt like I hadn't had a moment to think all day. Which, pretty much, I hadn't.
Back to the personal injury salt mines tomorrow!
April 02, 2004
At long last...
I have a job! It's a temp position, and it sounds as if they fully expect me to go nuts after a day or two (I'll be answering phones--a lot), but it's a job. It's through the temp agency I interviewed with a few weeks ago. And trust me when I say, if you live in southeastern Michigan, not only do you know the name of the law firm I'll be working for, but you know their phone number as well. It's a job. I don't care. Even if they hate me after a day, that's still money coming in I didn't have before.
We hates Fox, we hates them forever
Continuing to watch Mer's "Firefly" DVDs, but am now incredibly sad. Of the three unaired episodes ("Trash", "Heart of Gold", and "The Message"), I'd read the scripts for "Trash" and "Heart of Gold". By now, I've seen "Trash" twice. I knew very little about "The Message", which I just watched during lunch. I'm sad, cause it was the last totally 'new' "Firefly" episode to me. I mean, yeah, I haven't seen "Heart of Gold" yet, but I know what it's all about. No big surprises. So I'm sad. (Plus I'm sad because, you know, sad episode. Made me bawl on par with a sad "Buffy" episode.)
"Firefly" is, without a doubt, the reason I no longer watch new TV shows, or really, much of anything aside from reruns--I think "South Park" is the only first-run show I still watch. "Firefly" broke my heart too much when it was cancelled. Watching it on DVD now is both helping and making it worse at the same time. I imagine Serenity, when it (pleasegod) comes out next year, will be much the same. Unless, you know, someone decides to pick it up as a series again. It could happen, right?
And now I feel bad
Apparently I was a little too sincere yesterday. Clearly, I need to make my April Fool's jokes a little more preposterous. No, I'm not back in touch with my ex-husband, and as far as I know, he's never found this site (although, weirdly, in my referrer logs yesterday someone came to the site on a search for "Lisa Ann Bentley"). Anyway, I'm sorry if anybody was genuinely excited and/or happy for me. In retrospect, I should have carried it further and said we were getting remarried or something. That might have tipped my hand a little better. No, the only man in my life right now is Rumpus, and I'm content that way. :)
The "big entry" I was originally referring to had to do with the fact that I went back to church this past Sunday--the church I grew up in, in fact. I'm still struggling with how I feel about it. I enjoyed myself, and it seems to have honestly gotten a LOT more liberal since I was there last. My biggest conflict comes from the fact that so many people there now seem to expect that, after one Sunday night service, that I'm back for good. Not so sure about that.
My mom and I have talked about it, and we're both experiencing the same basic conflict: trying to reconcile the people we are now with the people they remember us as. On the one hand, it's comforting to be around people who've known me since birth, but on the other hand, that gives them expectations of me that I'm not certain I want to fulfill.
So, yeah. I don't know what I'm going to do. It's not like it's a decision I have to make RIGHT NOW or anything. It's a process. I'm sure I'll be writing about it in the future.
April 01, 2004
South Park does it again
In the midst of shit jokes, foul language, and gross-out humor (not to mention a crazy, half-naked, bouncing Mel Gibson), South Park once again manages to sum up something both intelligent and obvious while being offensive as hell.
"If you want to be a Christian, follow what Jesus taught, instead of focusing on how he died."
"Yeah! Faith should never be inspired by violence!"
So simple, so obvious. It never fails to astound me when South Park actually makes me think--you'd think I'd be used to it by now. And then they turn around and do the Mr. Hanky episodes. Weird and amazing.
Better late than never
I know I mentioned a few days ago about a difficult journal entry I needed to write. I've tried several times since then, and maybe this attempt won't go anywhere either, but here goes.
If you know me or have poked around this thing at all, you know that I got married when I was 19 years old. It lasted three years. We were both too young and too emotionally messed up to deal with acting like adults. When we separated in September of 1994, neither of us acknowledged that it was for good. It was supposed to be temporary, but it wasn't.
The last time I saw my ex-husband was December of 1995. He and his father brought up the rest of my belongings, and took back the car as part of our divorce agreement. We got to spend a little bit of time together, sans my ex-father-in-law. It was good. We weren't bitter or angry. We were friendly. I was reminded of what was good about him. The last time I heard from him was in 1998. We emailed briefly.
That is, until a little over a month ago. He found me via this site and emailed me again. It's funny, whenever I saw in my referrer logs that someone had found me by searching for "lisa nichols", I always wondered if it was him. I guess one time it was.
Anyway, after about a week of "hey what have you been up to for the past six years", we really started to talk. We've even talked on the phone a couple of times. I'm not the only one to have changed. In fact, I think we have more in common than ever.
I know how that sounds. And I know I'm usually the one to report things up-to-the-minute and as they happen in my life, but I kept this to myself for a while. Partly because I'm really worried about how some people in my life are going to react, and partly because I feel a little sheepish, as much as I've griped and bitched about him over the years.
To make a long story short (I know, it's too late for that), we've started sort of discussing the idea of meeting up again. There's no details at all really, between me being unemployed and him teaching (he's a band director now), it'll be a while, but... there's still a connection there. I feel cautiously optimistic.