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Anyway, today has been a tad traumatic. My lost love called to say that 'they' are moving to San Francisco in two weeks. I do so try to make sure that this evolves down into mere friendship but ... it hurts!. I need our contact, it gives my heart bounce, but soon afterwards, I feel the pain grip my heart and breathing becomes difficult. I feel trapped by emotions I cannot control. Is this part of my travels, my experience in America, my experience in life? It is so hard. I cried driving homewards today and it was so hot that my tears barely managed to roll down my cheeks which before drying into salty streaks. The weather people said it reached one hundred degrees today. But enough of my sorrows, I have to report to you after I return this evening. My young friend and I are due to go and listen to some Canadian girl perform at a venue called The Broken Spoke. I've never heard of it. I'll let you know.
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| Sunday 10th July, 2000
I was talking to my friend MaryEllen this afternoon. The discussion turned, as always, to my lost love. " This is the one who makes me complete", I said. "Then there is nothing more to be said", she replied. |
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THE EXCEPTION TO EVERY RULE On this day of July 7th, 2000, I received a job offer. It's quite traumatic and exciting at the same time. It's not for too much more money - only little over a dollar more per hour but, as they say, it's better than being smacked with a wet fish. At least on this job I'll be doing something different. I'll be an inventory specialist - which truly translated means I'll be a warehouse worker. Do I know what I'll be wearing? No, but I am pretty sure that whatever I wear it will not be glamorous. There is no air conditioning in the warehouse. Today the heat was well into the nineties. I was shaking when I drove to my apartment. I think it was the heat. I thought I was going to faint. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. At least this way, I have the opportunity to get a bit of money in a retirement plan. Even though I am here in the middle of my life, in a new country I will continue to adapt and experience this wonderful America. As we said before, we are here to find the gold in the American soul and with the delight of a child cherish the traces of America's past. I shall continue with my adventures An odd thing happened with this hiring episode. This will require explanation. I'll sum up by saying that wherever I go, strange things happen. Too many to mention but in a nutshell, I can sink canoes just by sitting in them (no, I am not fat), streetlights explode, wars break out when I do business with those countries, movie cameras experience electronic hiccups, brand new cell phones don't work (three in a row), a pager refused to work, dud batteries, bombs go off in restaurants I frequent, etc. Which brings me to the most recent episode: the human resources lady told me today after I signed the acceptance letter (which had to be remedied due to unusual typo errors) that when she was printing all the resume's she had received that day my resume' refused to be printed so she gave up. At the end of the day she was printing Excel documents on the back of 7 or 8 pages my resume' was printed. This naturally is an impossibility but I wasn't too surprised when I heard this oddity. Oh, I said shrugging my shoulders, it doesn't surprise me. She raised her eyebrows and no more was said. So tomorrow I tell my current employer that I am leaving. It's a hard one. I become kind of fond of the people I work with - unless of course they happen to be sick and twisted perverts. But off I go again on my new adventure. Home Tales Journals Opinions Photos Doorway
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The only bugger is that I wanted to share my experiences with my true love and I am unable to.
