Transplanted Life
Thursday, September 30, 2004
The things I do for my friends
So, I'm about to start watching the Presidential debate. I can't really say I'm enthused. The choice isn't exactly inspiring, and when you consider that CBS News is calling it a "joint appearance" as opposed to a "debate"... Well, how weak is this going to be?

I'd give it a complete pass if I didn't know this was all Kate will be talking about tomorrow evening (or if there were baseball). I'm basically down to "do I vote for Michael Badnarik, the Libertarian Candidate whose positions most closely match my beliefs, or John Kerry, who doesn't seem to have any strongly-held beliefs but has a chance to beat George W. Bush".

It's ridiculous; the two-party system needs a swift kick in the ass. I just don't know if this is the year to go outside of it.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Time flies
It is, I find, nice to be on a regular schedule again. Not that I necessarily felt sluggish or anything before, but being able to establish a routine makes fitting everything else in easier. You just have to commit to it.

Not that I'm quite there yet - I'm nowhere near tired right now, even though I'm going to have to be up by six o'clock tomorrow so that I can get into and out of the shower before Maureen and still have time to make my train. It'll take me a week or two to get a handle on it, but once I do, I'll be more on top of my game.

Still, I miss a little flexibility. Jen, Kate, Mags and I went to see a movie tonight, but it had a weird 6PM start time, so I had to move pretty quickly to get to the theater from Porter Square. The movie wasn't very good, but it was nice to see everyone and head out for chocolate afterwards.

Funny thing - Kate mentioned that I've actually been dating Doug longer than she did. It's weird, I still think of him more as Kate's ex than my own boyfriend. But I guess I've been seeing him longer than I saw Kurt, or Carter. Maybe more than both Carters combined. How'd that happen?

Monday, September 27, 2004
Day One
It was, in a way, refreshing to go to work in heels today. Not spikes or anything, just an inch-and-a-half cube of wood at the back of my shoes. I'm the only female at the place, so a little extra height is nice. I'm not short, but I'm no taller than average, which makes me the shortest person in the shop. I'm not totally insecure about that, but first day, I can use the confidence booster.

Job's nice so far. The computer they put me on is a mess, and the data is going to take some time to suss out. Especially since I'm doing all the receptionist stuff too. Even if Ellis Brothers isn't actually supplying Fever Pitch, having a major feature shooting in the city means supplies are stretched relatively thin, so this place is busy.

So far, I've learned that it takes a couple minutes more than I thought to get back and forth between the shop and the train station. It's been a while since I used buses, and the commuter rail is even more limited in terms of times, so miss the five thirty one, and you're waiting until seven. But, who wants to seem anxious to leave on your first day?

The people are pretty nice. I'm awufl with names, so I'm still picking that up, but I think I'll get along. No Dmitris yet, and I don't mean in terms of being some sort of evil mastermind, but just paying more attention to me than I'm necessarily comfortable with. Not that I expect that to happen - I'm not completely vain, but I know the whole one-girl-eight-guys dynamic from the other side. Half of them are single, and you can't help but look.

Hopefully it won't be that big a deal; I don't need more soap opera in my life.


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