:: Friday, December 06, 2002 ::

Working in the coal mine...

So I decided to go to work today.

Is it optional you ask? Well, not really. But recently, between the fact that it's exam period and the fact that we have no customers and will likely go bankcrupt over winter, it's fairly unimportant that I be there. So why did I go, you ask? Well, as i have no sense of personal confidentiality, let us update the contents of my bank account.

begin: 6 dollars
credit: 140 dollars (paycheque)
debit: 135 dollars (phone bill)
credit: 65 dollars (sold textbook)
debit: 20 dollars (toothpaste, etc)
debit: 13 dollars (dinner & wine)
debit: 8 dollars (bus)

grand total: 29 dollars (if I'm not mistaken)

Now, this must last me until the 17th of december, at which point it must then transport me home to Salt Spring, over to Victoria, get me drunk three nights in a row, return me to Salt Spring on the 20th, only to buy last minute Christmas presents because I didn't allow myself enough time to make all of them myself.

So yes, I went to work today.

As usual there were no customers so I took on the magazine returns. This is my favourite thing to do because it always involves reading the magazines in order to stretch the job as far as possible (there are 8 hours to fill). I found myself reading a tabloid and discovered a ten page article about celebrity flaws. You know - close ups on Jerry Hall's cellulite, Courtney Love's acne, Tara Reid's saggy boobs.

It made me wonder... was it meant to make me: A) happy that my ass looks better than Jerry Hall's? or B) sad that Jerry Hall was fated to such a traditionally unattractive bum? I was confused.

I've decided to go with option A. Jerry Hall doesn't need my pity... she did fuck Mick Jagger after all.

Then again, I probably don't want to see a close-up of his ass either.

I guess that pre-New Years' resolution to stop being judgemental is out the window already... dammit, it's only December 6th.

(listening to: Souls of Mischief - 93 'til Infinity)

:: Katy 11:29 p.m. [+] :: ::