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8/6/99



Well, that was in aniteresting first day of work. Chantene tried to talk me through everything, and I pretty much got everything, and there were things they didn’t talk me though, and she was telling me to call, and when the number didn’t go through long distance I asked her boss because she was busy, and he told me to dial 9 and then a series of numbers, which didn’t work, so when she had the time I told her the two answers I got failed, and she told me not to use the 9.

It’s so strange working for people who don’t have everything together.

So some of it required me having to ask someone there, and they seemed to always be running around in stress mode (well, at least that was the case with Chantene), and they were also SO disorganized. At one point I saw that there was an order that needed to be done today, so I saw what kind of shipping it needed and I saw that it was going to the UK and so I got the right kind of packaging (global express) and I want to fill out a customs card and address label. Chanteen looked at me and asked, “what are you doing with that?” And I said, well, I know we’re sending it out now, and I saw from the address and the shipment that it nbeededexpress delivery, and since it was going to the UK I got the global package. So I say there and waited for a response.

She said okay.

I don’t think she expected someone with half a brain to do this work.

Hell, I wouldn’t expect it of me, either. Luchy fucking me.

They keep hard copies of all their orders over the internet, one for the “sort by name” file, one to go to Willis (her boss), and one to go to her. So she and Willis can record it all into the computer.

I still think it would save paper to put it all into a database, but Willis said that was not a proper use of their computer resources. So I wasn’t going to argue with him on that one. Hell, it was my first day on the job.

Either way, when they were done processing the order, one copy went to the customer, one stayed in the “sort by name” file (which wasn’t sorted totally alphabetically, just by the first letter of your last name... you would have no way of seeing from the file how many orders were done by a Jane Doe, unless there were NO other D names in the file), and the last one went to the “sort by date” file. If the order was procrssed on the 24th of July, just put it in the file with the other orders for the 24th of July.

Very disorganized. I know I’m anal-retentive, but hell, there has to be a better way to keep this all together.

And this has to be a waste of paper.

This, and I can buy that pair of jeans I wanted from them for $7.50 today. Will just have to find it and ask them for it. My 10% discount as an employee will probably cover the tax for it, and I won’t have to pay the shipping. Maybe I can leave with the jeans today.

Anyway... enough about the job. I feel I get to talk about these kinds of things with no one, so I ramble here. Forgive me.

John is apparently in a state of constant arguement with the people he works with. Apparently his bonus is dependent on people outside his group, in areas he has no control over. We’ll see how his arguing goes with that today.

And it looks like they’re going to get a CD burner, probaably within a month or so. Which is a good sign for him.

And me, but we won’t worry about that now.

And I don’t think he’ll get around to asking today to anyone there about the potential for work for me.

I love it when the bad breaks come in sheets for me. It’s fun.

What I like is that when I get home I can crawl into bed with him. After being away from him all day, I love feeling him next to me. It gets more and more obvious to me that we are meant to be together, that we are peas in a pod, that somehow this was all meant to work. Maybe it took a hell of a lot of work for me to get ot this point, and maybe that also allpies to him. I don’t know; it is hard to explain sometimes, but I have never felt so sure about anything in my life.

And that’s a good feeling.

So now I’ve got two ears of corn cooking in the microwave so I can have breakfast. Maybe I’ll cook two more pieces so I can have them cold for lunch. I have a piece of left-over pizza for lunch too. I hope they didn’t think I sucked at Body Body. I only have to work 4 days a week, $5 an hour, which amounts me to a maximum of 28 hours a week. $140 dollars a week. Ooh. Hold me back. I’m raking in the dough now.

But as I said before in a journal, it gived me something to do during the day. Sandy said it at least pays my bills, but I win’t tell her that working this much doesn’t even cover my rent for any month.

But at least I don’t have to wrok saturdays, so I can see John over the weekends.

Which is important right now.

And we have the Gem show the weekend before Labor Day weekend, so with John getting Friday and Monday off, we could travel or see Doug then. Then again, I have to contact Doug and see what he is doing then. Then again, I’ll have to ask for the day off from my new quote unquote job.

What if they don’t want to give it to me? Well, then I can stop working for them, I guess... Not a big loss.

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How I can see a habit forming here. Day 2, early by 15 or 20 minutes. No one here for work. I go to Monsanto with John tomorrow, read that the Note Saturday night, work at John’s apartment Sunday.

I’m going to see if John can put Music Match on his computer at home for the day tomorrow so I can make mp3 files for the 3 cds I have in my purse now. He can then uninstall it by the end of the day, right?

Ah, the world of Windows. Having software up uninstall a program and all its contents.

I have no idea of what I should read on Saturday night. The state of the Nation? Too far? The burning? I want to do a part of “Burn it in” as well. I want to do pieves I KNOW, but I don’t have anything about “the land of make believe”, the name of the show.

Well, shit.

I should also give my email address and tell them to send poetry to my magazine.

I figured that if I had to I could make mp3 files on John’s computer, on his desktop and keep it in his private folder called “mp3”. so if they get a burner, John could already have them on a cd.

And I could use aol at his work through their LAN connection and that would be great. Oh, wait - someone’s here - gotts go -

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4:24 p.m.

It’s the end of the work day and my feet are tired because I have been on them all day and I have the jeans in my lap that I want to buy and I’m waiting for Chantene so I can but then and I’m thinking about being naked in bed with John, because, well, it’s a nice thing to think about.

I’m a thief and it’s amazing how I cometimes test my limits. But I still want to BUY these jeans and Chantene is still in the back room. Chanten’s real name is Mary. Found that out today. Won’t ask her about it though; she just joes by “Chantene” and that’s it.

I’m going ot leave the jeans hanging because Chantene wants cash, and I only have a $20 with no change. So maybe I can come in tomorrow to but them. I don’t know when Willis is coming in though, so who the fuck knows when I’ll get them.

There’s a garage sale 30 yeard from this office. They have 3 halogen lamps and a mirror. The one lamp that I tested had a switch that didn’t work. And none of them had prices.

So I left.

So what should I read tomorrow? Too far. The burning. Part of Burn it in. State of the nation. That’s probably enough. That and a plug for cc&d and my email. Should be enough.

On days like this it would be good if I had my duo. then i wouldn’t have to write this, THEN type it later.

I want my feet rubbed. They’re sore.

it’s amazing how much you can pay for so little fucking fabric. these suits sell, and i don’t see why. chantene showed me a site with jeans that zipped the legs off so you had shorts.

hell, when i grew, i just CUT my jeans.

Simple enough.



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