So I finally asked Margo yesterday morning whether she was upset with me for any reason. She assured me she was not, even though we hadn’t spoken since Monday. This wasn’t totally weird for this week, considering all the circumstances, but I kinda felt like there was tension. She said the world is not her friend right now, which is probably what I picked up on, and that she had been worried that I would think she was mad. But apparently she’s not. So that’s good.
I saw a guy on Thursday in the Union Square stop using a pay phone. I thought, “I don’t think you’re supposed to touch the exhibits ... ”
OK, I didn’t really think that, but it’s funny. It was weird to see.
I got an alternate RA position; I just read the e-mail they sent. That means if anybody drops out or freaks out or dies or something, they might ask me if I still want the job. It’s sort of disappointing, but I think they’re only hiring like 100 people out of more than 600 applicants. I don’t know how many they put on the backup list.
The Mountaineer stuff is coming out this weekend, the first weekend of my spring break. That’s convenient. I think I might crash their party, so I can stay in a swanky hotel. It should be fun. I’ll be glad to see the few familiar faces.
I interviewed a guy for a story about a week ago, and he repulsed me. I left the McDonald’s we sat at [classy, huh?] and threw up in my mouth. Since then it has sickened me more so than usual when guys leer at me on the street. It makes me really wish I wasn’t a cute girl. ‘Cause seriously — who does that? Oh, New York. Even you’re not perfect.
NYU is way not perfect either. It’s stupid. Oh and guess what, Mom? Now you can have two oldest daughters to be proud of: I’m taking Rebecca’s lead in thinking about career choices, only I don’t want to be a babysitter. With my more than $200,000 education equivalent [no idea if I said that the right way], I’m going to be an elementary school librarian! It’ll be great, picture it: I can read children’s books all day and recommend all the awesome ones [mainly mine]; I won’t be responsible or have to put in the time to teach the wild beasts, but I can still interact with them ‘cause they’re awesome; I’ll always have something to organize. If anybody else can think of the plus sides I forgot to mention, please let me know. Mom, you can start bragging about me now.
More later. I have to go to Quaint.
4 comments:
It would be good if you could learn to spell "staff" correctly first.
And I'll probably 'brag' about that as much as I've 'bragged' about your sister!!
But no worries, you're still the favorite because you're funnier!
You'll have great hours and benefits...plus you can file a harassment claim if anyone ogles you!
Guess (again!) who sign in as anonymous!
Nana
By the time you graduate, they'll be making janitors double as librarians. schools are cutting back staff and programs so much its worrisome. Love that your considering different things. Did I tell you I'm a big Charlye fan?
Uncle Warren
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