Getting Closer to What you WantTuesday
June 24, 1997
St Kilda East.Well my job application is in. Signed, sealed and delivered on Monday morning. Placed upon her chair in her absence. I really don't like this woman, who will become my boss, yet I have this insane desire to have the job. I want the job. More to the point I want the money. So now the wait begins.
One of the people I will be working with has a serious personality disorder. Like the documented kind, he's not just a wierd person, this guy is this short (squeezes her forefinger and thumb together) of being a psychopath. Anyway. The manager (boss woman) is some sort of fundamentalist Southern Baptist type (Even though she's Australian) who is into "homey" things, and stuff, except she's, like a closet lesbian. Not that lesbians can't or aren't into "homey" stuff, except this woman is nauseating. Oh god, why don't I just delete that line now and save myself the trouble.
Well at least it will be interesting. (gags into her coffee)
Quote of the day "Well Bart can kiss my hairy yellow butt." Thankyou Homer.
Scott's firm is paying for the whole company to meet in Sydney for their annual conference. Wee Ha, I've never been to Sydney, much less on an expenses paid trip there. But that's in August. Oh shit, waiting again. I hate to wait. I am not able to wait. I just can't, shit what am I going to do?
Mental upstairs neighbour has re-discovered his love for ear shatteringly loud Death Metal music. I mean the scary kind. I accidentally scratched his car with my keys today. Boy was I ever upset.
Ugh, Melrose Place...........excuse me...................while...............I...................barf.
For My Viewing Pleasure
Truth
A Film by Hal Hartley
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