8/12/99
9:49am
I'm gathering that Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to be the shit days because its just no and Chantene and Willis. No one else. So on these days I'm the only one that gets to be at the tail end of her incompetent cross remarks. I told John that she drives a Geo Tracker which is a joke and that she has the Club for it and John laughed. He said the only thing the club does is deter people from going on a joy ride. And who would choose to steal a Tracker for joyriding?
Once again my incompetency theory is proven.
She told me once at work that have cum on the weight scale and I shouldn't sit on it. Fuck, if that were true, I'd imagine the scale was cleaned.
And semen doesn't live out in the open like that.
And I DO bathe and wash my clothes.
How is it that I leave later everyday to drive here and I'm still the first here? My clock says 9:55 and now.
And John got me on-line through enteract last night.
And this morning he found out I can print via MY laptop at Monsanto's Metrology Printer.
Which Kicks ass.
10:12am
At work now. Chantene's taking calls. I just wrote out my schedule for the week. Always too much work to do.
Well at least that's how I see it.
I make work for myself to do. I think John makes me accomplish more.
11:40am
Don't know where to sort anything for orders. Chantene is working on the computer and Willis doesn't come in regularly until 11:00 or noon.
12:38pm
It's interview time again and I'm sitting at the front desk. they make xerox copies of everything here, in rapid fire. Seems to be a waste. Everyday models cone in, looking to pay a fee so they have a job with a high chance of making NO money. Interesting. And half of them have English as a second language. I think most of them are Polish.
Willis mentioned twice to me today that $6.00 on a $120.00 order is his whole profit. Well Willis, this is the company that you chose to start, so this whole ineffectiveness is your problem. the fucking Madonna CD is on again.
I don't know how I got this modelling job. I have no experience at posing. I'm gathering from Willis' hint that I got the job because I look old.
Great.
Once again I'm contemplating my staying here. either way I see myself quitting before I get married. I should just abuse the lingerie discount thing before I quit. But I want to work on my writing and my website and my songs. I want to edit photos too. And it always seems there's not enough time in the day for me to do what I want.
I never even get to play the guitar because I'm mortally afraid of John watching me play when I suck at it.
People came in and ask me questions because I'm sitting here. So I have to tell them I talked to no one on the phone today. You're early and she's interviewing. Please wait.
Someone wanted to play telephone and I thought of the intro line. Erica's deeper longing inverted to enraged exasperation. I thought that was pretty cool, and easily convoluted.
12:55pm
Interviews are still going on. Willis asked me to pick up the phone on pages. I think that if I saw 24 and not a full phone number I would pick up.
Only then.
There are ten people still waiting here, including the guy that wanted to talk to Chantene.
Oh wait, Chantene came in, saw that guy, and asked him to fill out forms. Then she asked me to make copies. Then it occurred to her that I have to stay here, so she said she'd do it, then mumbled her usual, I get nothing done before she left. That one guy asked if he should drop off his form to me, and I told him to keep it because there's nothing I can do with it any way.
At least I can watch my Saturn.
3:30pm
Willis said that when Chantene goes to school I'm going to have to do alot more of this work. I'm going to have this what the fuck is a La tanga thing memorized; at least that's what I infer. I'm guessing Chantene starts school around labor Day. I'll have to find out with her for sure but I'm thinking that will be a good impetus for me to quit. I'm looking fora reason? Maybe. But this may be a perfect reason.
I could also work a lunch shift at a restaurant, or I could work in a cafe, or a clothing store.
I don't know, it's just this time equation thing. And I value my time and I don't want it to slip away. I want to create and I want to DO, but not here, not at this place.
I think I'm making my mind up. Sometimes things change, making a decision more obvious.
4:00pm
JESUS FUCK. She starts school August 23rd. Like ten days form now. And they want me to do all this crap? I don't want to do any of it. This will be like the three week job for Janet. By choice. Even shorter that GSS. Also a good thing. Will have to look for lingerie this week on their site, and I'll have to put in notice after he takes us to lunch.
Damn, I'm such an abuser.
