waiting for a job-related phone call from the east coast. i hate phone interviews, though i'm told i have a lovely phone voice. this i credit to the sea of beverages consumed as i wait for job-related phone calls. when i worked phones at the spca, i was the only employee brave enough to use the waiting room drinking fountain. necessity is the mother of infection.
we weren't told that the construction guys would cut our water today. that's fine - i have plenty of diet soda - but i have plenty of diet soda. okay, so we'll go to the grocery store and use their bathroom - but i'm waiting for a phone call.
these times remind us of how power really works. art leads to ego, careers lend direction - but if you haven't the freedom to pee, you haven't much at all.
perspective, y'know.
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