Feeds:Tuesday, last week of Pentecost
"Well, you haven't sneezed yet, but, ah, you might in the future." -Connor, 11/16/2008
So I'm growing to actually enjoy my job. Mostly, I'm sure, the environment and the people, though talking with old people on the phone isn't bad either. We're at the tail end of a campaign, though, and we're low enough on past patrons that we actually started making cold calls -makes me feel slimy. Today's the last day, though.
It's a job where you can get a lot of thinking done, if you're willing to take notes. You might be interrupted at any time by someone actually answering their phone, after all. I write poems (also haiku, eg. "I press the buttons / Hold my ear to the handset / Phone just keeps ringing"), I draw, I figure out my budget, and so on. But what I'm saying is, I figured out my budget. And I can afford, with this job and the drug study, to eat, pay rent, clear my phone bill, and travel for Christmas. But, possibly, not back. Alternately, I could go round trip as far as Minneapolis. So. We'll see how that works out.
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