all ties are severed. finally.
ok so i really need to get paid more. i am serious. this is getting ridiculous. i work a ridiculous amount, though granted only 40 of it is paid - and not at minimum wage. ive been doing so much pro bono work lately - and in the soon future - yes!
in previous/next few weeks:
1) writing bio pages for a friend who was just nominated by the NAACP as Woman of the Year for California. um hello she's amazing. i just emailed it to her. hope it isnt crap.
2) t-shirt model for local magazine. dog-boy sure is trying hard.
3) record label work, but i enjoy the crap out of this part so its fine
4) have altered/reviewed 5 resumes
5) couchsurfing is flooding my inbox with emails, proposals and ideas they want me to review - organize - punch in the face. oh did i just say punch in the face? oh im sorry. could it be because im tired of the emails? hmm. bless their hearts though, they're really trying to get the money to pay me/my medical insurance next year.
and have i mentioned lately that in no way do i want to do any sort of fund development work next year because i hate it? even though its my only "skill" apparently. (please mom, nolists forthelove nolists).
(addition: my friend being lauded by the n double acp is a woman named teri. i may have mentioned her before - pretty much awwwesome - works w the kids i teach the SAT courses to, met her in L.A., is doing americorps as well and on top of that founded an organization that supports self-esteem programs for teenage girls in oakland).
* * *
i feel overwhelmed, but realistically its also due to: 1) old foreigners and 2) new flatmates.
* * *
so we have chosen a new housemate and his name is eric. he is the most all-american, normal-looking person in all of san francisco. 22, fresh outta dartmouth with a studio art degree, working at an architecture firm. he gets really excited about wired magazine and public transportation and our roof. he's just really really happy all of the time. was i that tiny and naive at 22? oh no i was bitter and jaded, thats right. but seriously i just want to pet him all the time or be his mother. it's real cute, though dave (one of the other housemates) is afraid he's going to slap him due to his seemingly absurd amount of innocence and naivety.
so yet again, i live in a House of Men - though this ones much different from the austin abode. oh dear fielding baxter the third and the incessant sarong wearing.
telling the other people they couldnt live w us was really wierd though: one woman got freaking emotional, others were silent on the phone for numerous seconds then reassuring me, in a whisper, "oooooh im fine. dont worry. im fine" *whisper whisper* - geeeez. finding an apt in this city is madness. i am lucky as sin.
weekend will be long, full of teaching and reading and stacey turning 30-ing.
glad all is over for a bit for just about all of you.
prepostions, other tiny words and love,
jen
in previous/next few weeks:
1) writing bio pages for a friend who was just nominated by the NAACP as Woman of the Year for California. um hello she's amazing. i just emailed it to her. hope it isnt crap.
2) t-shirt model for local magazine. dog-boy sure is trying hard.
3) record label work, but i enjoy the crap out of this part so its fine
4) have altered/reviewed 5 resumes
5) couchsurfing is flooding my inbox with emails, proposals and ideas they want me to review - organize - punch in the face. oh did i just say punch in the face? oh im sorry. could it be because im tired of the emails? hmm. bless their hearts though, they're really trying to get the money to pay me/my medical insurance next year.
and have i mentioned lately that in no way do i want to do any sort of fund development work next year because i hate it? even though its my only "skill" apparently. (please mom, nolists forthelove nolists).
(addition: my friend being lauded by the n double acp is a woman named teri. i may have mentioned her before - pretty much awwwesome - works w the kids i teach the SAT courses to, met her in L.A., is doing americorps as well and on top of that founded an organization that supports self-esteem programs for teenage girls in oakland).
* * *
i feel overwhelmed, but realistically its also due to: 1) old foreigners and 2) new flatmates.
* * *
so we have chosen a new housemate and his name is eric. he is the most all-american, normal-looking person in all of san francisco. 22, fresh outta dartmouth with a studio art degree, working at an architecture firm. he gets really excited about wired magazine and public transportation and our roof. he's just really really happy all of the time. was i that tiny and naive at 22? oh no i was bitter and jaded, thats right. but seriously i just want to pet him all the time or be his mother. it's real cute, though dave (one of the other housemates) is afraid he's going to slap him due to his seemingly absurd amount of innocence and naivety.
so yet again, i live in a House of Men - though this ones much different from the austin abode. oh dear fielding baxter the third and the incessant sarong wearing.
telling the other people they couldnt live w us was really wierd though: one woman got freaking emotional, others were silent on the phone for numerous seconds then reassuring me, in a whisper, "oooooh im fine. dont worry. im fine" *whisper whisper* - geeeez. finding an apt in this city is madness. i am lucky as sin.
weekend will be long, full of teaching and reading and stacey turning 30-ing.
glad all is over for a bit for just about all of you.
prepostions, other tiny words and love,
jen
posted by jasembera at
8:45 AM
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my goodness - I don't have to list
you've done it yourself------
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Anonymous, at 11:11 AM
why is your life so awesome. i constantly read your list of "things to do" and am like "wow!" or "whoa."
or "coool!" or some version thereof in my head. so glad i chose you to live vicariously through.
take care dear.
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