My new job is awesome. I work 12 hour days but love it. This is the first time I have worked with a group of smart people. Everyone is smart, tells good jokes, and works hard. Perfect.

So, if I don't post or comment as often here, know that I adore you all.

kisses,

-James

Hi,

I quasi-left my boring job that I walk about too much when drunk. I say quasi-left because today I was on the phone for 40 minutes helping my boss out with something, which was lovely, it is good to hear from her. All week I have been working for the Working Families Party. We have been canvasing in Grease (a suburb of Rochester) on the issue of affordable health care.

But today, I have an interview to work on a re-election campaign. I wont name names, as Paul's Google wizardry is powerful. That job should be way better and should I get it/take it I will open my yapper a little more about the whole thing.

You kids have an excellent day.

I love my job, I really do.

My boss has a terrible habbit of chatting stream of conscious while giving no context what so ever. And these stories are repeated for months. Eventually you hear them enough that you can piece this fragmented, sloppy narrative together into something cohesive but still absolutely irrelevant.

For example.

She was someplace with some people. She may have been invited, she may have been trespassing. She may have known these people, they could be relatives. I don't know what purpose she had there, or really where that place was. But I do know they had delicious corn and that she put a frog in a plastic container to keep away from a child.


After hearing this a dozen times over the corse of the week I was able to figure out that she infact knew these people and that the corn was taken home as leftovers. But unlocking the mystery of this story yields no wisdom or quirky tale. They are all mundane and unrelated to what ever got her going in the first place. It is enough to wish power tools on your ears so you may never hear ever again.

Thankfully, I am scared of power tools.

But tonight I watched the documentary Grey Gardens and the charecters were just like my boss, two of them. Bat shit crazy, constantly chattering, and damned if you know what it is they are talking about.

Here is a clip.



crazy woman. Anyway, they turned this documentary into a musical. A Tony award winning musical. Here is a clip.



I need a real job.