I am sitting at work, I’ve been here since about 1pm behind my chest-high, faux-green-marble-topped desk, with an old Dell computer whose monitor is so accustomed to running the cash register program that the calculator is burned into the screen sitting in front of me. There’s an old Sony television hanging from the wall to my left, at about 9 o’clock. Some sports talk-show is on. I wanted to watch Blow but I was told that this would be inappropriate. I used to get yelled at all the time for watching Mr. Show and UCB when Comedy Central wasn’t airing five hours of Mad TV every day. The boss would tell me, “This is a family establishment” while, just above his right shoulder, Bob and David were taking a class trip up Bob’s mom’s asshole. I thought it was kind of funny. If our memories could have wallpapers like our computers do, that image would be my tattooed on my brain.
While I wait for the copies of my sample chapter to return to me, like proverbial doves carrying olive branches or whatever they carried to that guy on his wooden boat with a bunch of horny animal duos (half of which are probably extinct by now–and, by the way, I apologize for the aside– but what happened to fish and sharks and seals and things during the great flood? Shouldn’t we be finding fish skeletons in like, Omaha now from when the water dried up and receded back to the oceans?), I am left to sit and think about how I want to present the Louisville, Austin/Dallas, Bay Area and Tucson chapters. I want each to accurately portray the individual cities and remain independent from each other. I suppose the onus is on me to figure out how, stylistically, to make this happen. If anyone has any ideas I’ll gladly listen.
I sent in (out? …on?) some job resumes. Technically I had them placed in the hands of people who can place them in the right hands, if that makes any sense. I suppose whatever happens, happens. I’m not looking for anything in particular and probably wouldn’t accept a job unless it was something I really want to do. Like I’ve said countless times, I’m not a careerist. I just want to make some money doing something I believe in and is constructive. We’ll see where these two folks take me with their “connections” or whatever.
