So today is my one-year anniversary of Moving To Israel. (Capitalizing things makes me miss Dawna.)
If I was an appropriate blogger, this would be the post that delves into my experience thus far, explores my trials and tribulations living in a beautiful but frustratingly complicated and racist country a billion miles (or kilometers - I AM Canadian after all) from home, describes the beauty that is my relocation-inspiring relationship, and complains that you can't get silken tofu ANYWHERE. But I am really tired and trying to kill this jetlag, so I will leave all that stuff for the next blog post (if you've forgotten that I have ADHD, you'll believe me when I say I will post again tomorrow) and leave you with this:
Fancy sheets make getting out of bed a struggle, but a luxurious struggle. I love presents. Thanks, Eyal's Big Brother.
p.s THANK YOU BERNICE for visiting me in Jerusalem today. It was divine. (I almost misspelled divine. That's embarrassing.)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
the faded pink headscarf.
this has nothing to do with a faded pink headscarf. it's just something i couldn't write in my justly-fresh post because it didn't match. just like my dark yellow tanktop doesn't match my faded pink headscarf.
so i'm on the lower level of my bar all night tonight, no window to the outside world. and when i surface for air, at 3am, i'm met with a nasty image: fat blobs of rain, falling fast and furiously. it's the first real downpour of the winter. i look down at my 20 dollar "uggs." i look back at the rain. i slump. it'll only be a 10 minute walk home, but i might as well just throw myself in a puddle now.
i suit up, wrap my head in my scarf and venture out, wincing in anticipation.... and... it's actually not so bad. i covered my neck decently, and i'm pretty warm in my coat. i perk up a bit.
a bit too soon.
i quickly discover that the streets are rivers, and not just of water. it's rudge - rain/sludge. half-frozen, half gushing rivers of rudge. i live in a goddam desert, what the hell is this? but, i've walked about 100 feet and my tootsies are still dry in their fuzzy shoes, so i carry on with a little bit of hope.
which is quickly dashed.
trudging up a hill, i start to feel the familiar feel of autumn in toronto - a slight chill under my feet, followed by water seeping into my favourite plaid shoes with the torn sole because i'm too stubborn to admit that it's november and i shouldn't be wearing my favourite plaid shoes anymore. it starts in my big toes; i thank the oddly symmetrical holes in my boots. i think, probably outloud at that time of the morning, "this is alright. i can handle the big toes." but DUH, it doesn't stop there! how could i have fooled myself into thinking that it would?! i can feel the rudge creeping around my heel now, and it soon touches my arches - and just like that! my boots are swimming pools. i'm mad.
icy and squishy, it seems like my tired feet are slowly sinking into the road as i lose the feeling of wearing boots at all. i could've sworn i was walking through the rudge in my stocking feet. i'm a grumpy, huddled, shivering pile of grrrrrr and it seems like an eternity will pass before i make it home.
then this funny thing happened, when the stone in the road looked familiar or something, and then BAM! for a glorious instant - it's late october and i'm running through the rain in the alleyway between Gladstone and Dufferin on my way to the subway to catch a train to Bathurst where i'll go to work at the Listening Centre behind Honest Ed's and i'm in my rain boots with the yellow horses and maybe after work i'll go meet Alex for a coffee at Moonbean or maybe i'll jam with Ryan or maybe Hannah will be free for dinner at Nazareth -
and honestly, i was really happy for just a second, being out in the rain, no feeling in my toes.
so i'm on the lower level of my bar all night tonight, no window to the outside world. and when i surface for air, at 3am, i'm met with a nasty image: fat blobs of rain, falling fast and furiously. it's the first real downpour of the winter. i look down at my 20 dollar "uggs." i look back at the rain. i slump. it'll only be a 10 minute walk home, but i might as well just throw myself in a puddle now.
i suit up, wrap my head in my scarf and venture out, wincing in anticipation.... and... it's actually not so bad. i covered my neck decently, and i'm pretty warm in my coat. i perk up a bit.
a bit too soon.
i quickly discover that the streets are rivers, and not just of water. it's rudge - rain/sludge. half-frozen, half gushing rivers of rudge. i live in a goddam desert, what the hell is this? but, i've walked about 100 feet and my tootsies are still dry in their fuzzy shoes, so i carry on with a little bit of hope.
which is quickly dashed.
trudging up a hill, i start to feel the familiar feel of autumn in toronto - a slight chill under my feet, followed by water seeping into my favourite plaid shoes with the torn sole because i'm too stubborn to admit that it's november and i shouldn't be wearing my favourite plaid shoes anymore. it starts in my big toes; i thank the oddly symmetrical holes in my boots. i think, probably outloud at that time of the morning, "this is alright. i can handle the big toes." but DUH, it doesn't stop there! how could i have fooled myself into thinking that it would?! i can feel the rudge creeping around my heel now, and it soon touches my arches - and just like that! my boots are swimming pools. i'm mad.
icy and squishy, it seems like my tired feet are slowly sinking into the road as i lose the feeling of wearing boots at all. i could've sworn i was walking through the rudge in my stocking feet. i'm a grumpy, huddled, shivering pile of grrrrrr and it seems like an eternity will pass before i make it home.
then this funny thing happened, when the stone in the road looked familiar or something, and then BAM! for a glorious instant - it's late october and i'm running through the rain in the alleyway between Gladstone and Dufferin on my way to the subway to catch a train to Bathurst where i'll go to work at the Listening Centre behind Honest Ed's and i'm in my rain boots with the yellow horses and maybe after work i'll go meet Alex for a coffee at Moonbean or maybe i'll jam with Ryan or maybe Hannah will be free for dinner at Nazareth -
and honestly, i was really happy for just a second, being out in the rain, no feeling in my toes.
eeek... (pull collar)...
so i know it's been a billion years since i posted - but i did that thing where you avoid something cause it's a huge task and then it gets bigger so you avoid it more and then it gets bigger so you feel nervous and a bit guilty every time you glance at your internet shortcut called "BlogHome" and then it grows to a task so daunting, so massive, that the anxiety when you just open the computer forces you into such a frantic seizure of "StumbleUpon"-ing that you can't remember why you sat down with the blasted machine in the first place.
yeah, that thing.
so i apologize to my tens of fans; it hath been a long while since addressing thee...s. (what's plural of thee, William?)
but don't get too excited, because this is just going to be a little update. and then i'll immediately write a new post altogether, because i have a different thought. (i'd put them both together but this one is slightly funny and the next one will be slightly poetic and i just can't mix and match like that. it's like wearing my dark yellow tank top with my faded pink headscarf. it's just... no.
dark yellow tank top material:
- i work at a bar now, called Mike's Place, started by a torontonian guy. new location in jerusalem, opened a few months ago, been there since the bottle-smashing. became the head server pretty soon which turned into a sort of low level management position which i don't really want because it makes it harder to quit which i eventually will do because i'm just not into smoking inside (yes i'm a spoiled canadian) and staying up til 5a.m to serve loud americans who came to watch football and who get so excited - "JETS JETS JETS!!!!!" - that they forget to tip on the way past their vomit and out the door. but i do get to make the schedule which is alright albeit time-consuming, and the people are awesome. 2nd-best friends i've made here, for sure. (elisa = #1.)
- i have a cat. he seduced me from the street and now he lives in my house with Leon the Dog. Leon doesn't mind really, even though Bulgar's favourite toy is Leon's tail. yes, the cat is named after a wheat product. can't explain how it happened.
- i'm in the throes of passionately writing the body of work known as my file, which is my music therapy thesis-y thing about my work at Sick Kids, for submission to the canadian professional music therapy association so i can become an accredited music therapy rock star in canada. applicable for when i come back. although, wouldn't hurt looking for music therapy jobs here, with those little letters beside my name that no one will understand - but there's a chance they'll be impressed when they ask for clarification.
- mmmmm, that's pretty much everything. OH! i went to cairo for a few days, and met up with Brother Dan who was there on business. if you're reading this blog, you might've already seen some photos on facebook. crazy times, ya'alla. (<--- "wow")
- i made an awesome vegan pecan fudge pie.
- mmmmm, now that's pretty much everything. i'm sure more will pop up soon.
most of you are covered in snow, from the head to the toe. which brings me to the pink headscarf material... which of course is in the next post, because otherwise it would be like putting thai peanut sauce AND sweet chili sauce in your stir-fry... and you can all probably guess how i'd feel about that.
yeah, that thing.
so i apologize to my tens of fans; it hath been a long while since addressing thee...s. (what's plural of thee, William?)
but don't get too excited, because this is just going to be a little update. and then i'll immediately write a new post altogether, because i have a different thought. (i'd put them both together but this one is slightly funny and the next one will be slightly poetic and i just can't mix and match like that. it's like wearing my dark yellow tank top with my faded pink headscarf. it's just... no.
dark yellow tank top material:
- i work at a bar now, called Mike's Place, started by a torontonian guy. new location in jerusalem, opened a few months ago, been there since the bottle-smashing. became the head server pretty soon which turned into a sort of low level management position which i don't really want because it makes it harder to quit which i eventually will do because i'm just not into smoking inside (yes i'm a spoiled canadian) and staying up til 5a.m to serve loud americans who came to watch football and who get so excited - "JETS JETS JETS!!!!!" - that they forget to tip on the way past their vomit and out the door. but i do get to make the schedule which is alright albeit time-consuming, and the people are awesome. 2nd-best friends i've made here, for sure. (elisa = #1.)
- i have a cat. he seduced me from the street and now he lives in my house with Leon the Dog. Leon doesn't mind really, even though Bulgar's favourite toy is Leon's tail. yes, the cat is named after a wheat product. can't explain how it happened.
- i'm in the throes of passionately writing the body of work known as my file, which is my music therapy thesis-y thing about my work at Sick Kids, for submission to the canadian professional music therapy association so i can become an accredited music therapy rock star in canada. applicable for when i come back. although, wouldn't hurt looking for music therapy jobs here, with those little letters beside my name that no one will understand - but there's a chance they'll be impressed when they ask for clarification.
- mmmmm, that's pretty much everything. OH! i went to cairo for a few days, and met up with Brother Dan who was there on business. if you're reading this blog, you might've already seen some photos on facebook. crazy times, ya'alla. (<--- "wow")
- i made an awesome vegan pecan fudge pie.
- mmmmm, now that's pretty much everything. i'm sure more will pop up soon.
most of you are covered in snow, from the head to the toe. which brings me to the pink headscarf material... which of course is in the next post, because otherwise it would be like putting thai peanut sauce AND sweet chili sauce in your stir-fry... and you can all probably guess how i'd feel about that.
Monday, June 14, 2010
When you wanna get some, what do you do? (Do "The Bird!")
i know it's been a while... (some sources say two weeks?)... but i've been a bit under the weather, and my internet hasn't been working cause breaker #17 got broke and nothing in our living room has power. so to get net, i go sit outside with my computer for, maximum, as long as it takes to run out of battery (about an hour) and steal signal from my neighbours. sometimes it's really hot and i can't sit out there very long, or sometimes the stone really hurts my butt and i can't sit out there very long, or sometimes it's chilly and i can't sit out there very long. so, apologies to the faithful followers who've been getting on my case about the recent absenteeism (laura and jess).
so as i said, i've been kinda blah and not too much has been going on... i wrote about the activism festival i think... there was an awesome art/photo/media/video hoo-hah in my neighbourhood and i saw some great bands play - including an awesome israeli/gypsy band called Oy Division, which was funny to nobody but me. Eyal has been busy at school - he's showing his latest work this very second - two enormous panoramas of Mamilla, the disgusting mall that was built over an old neighbourhood right next to the Old City (i think i've even ranted about this place before?). he explored some cool artistic/technical stuff, and also commented on the politics of the mall/neighbourhood. now he's going to try to sell the photos to some egomaniac over in Mamilla because there's no room for these in our apartment, or really any abode we are likely to inhabit over the next few years.
so, boring stuff out of the way. the REAL juice comes from a seemingly normal day on Chulda Haneviah St, when i saw a baby bird hopping about close to our front door that looked curiously unlike the pigeons that poop all over our front steps. this little guy couldn't fly yet, but still appears capable of consuming me. he hopped away and i went inside. but LATER, i went out with Leon to the courtyard close-by to engage in the aforementioned activity known as wireless theft, and came across one of the neighbourhood garbage cats (as i have affectionately titled them) hovering over this poor creature of the air! he was on his back and there was a stick in his eye and i didn't know what to do to help. so i phoned around frantically until i found someone to come pick him up, because this clearly was a bird of importance. so leon and i bird-sat for a few hours - i skyped with Jess and leon chased away cats who came close to the bird. one cat even spooked Cliff (i thought he looked like a Cliff) off his back and onto his feet, and he cuddled into a bush until what's-her-face came with a cat carrier to take him away. it turns out that he's a very endangered species of Kestrel, called the Lesser Kestrel (or Baz Adom in hebrew), and prospects are very dim for this bird of prey. and i saved him!! i was sad to see Cliff go, but then what's-her-face told me that i'd have to feed him mice if i wanted to keep him, so i gave the responsibility to the Jerusalem Zoo.
so as i said, i've been kinda blah and not too much has been going on... i wrote about the activism festival i think... there was an awesome art/photo/media/video hoo-hah in my neighbourhood and i saw some great bands play - including an awesome israeli/gypsy band called Oy Division, which was funny to nobody but me. Eyal has been busy at school - he's showing his latest work this very second - two enormous panoramas of Mamilla, the disgusting mall that was built over an old neighbourhood right next to the Old City (i think i've even ranted about this place before?). he explored some cool artistic/technical stuff, and also commented on the politics of the mall/neighbourhood. now he's going to try to sell the photos to some egomaniac over in Mamilla because there's no room for these in our apartment, or really any abode we are likely to inhabit over the next few years.
so, boring stuff out of the way. the REAL juice comes from a seemingly normal day on Chulda Haneviah St, when i saw a baby bird hopping about close to our front door that looked curiously unlike the pigeons that poop all over our front steps. this little guy couldn't fly yet, but still appears capable of consuming me. he hopped away and i went inside. but LATER, i went out with Leon to the courtyard close-by to engage in the aforementioned activity known as wireless theft, and came across one of the neighbourhood garbage cats (as i have affectionately titled them) hovering over this poor creature of the air! he was on his back and there was a stick in his eye and i didn't know what to do to help. so i phoned around frantically until i found someone to come pick him up, because this clearly was a bird of importance. so leon and i bird-sat for a few hours - i skyped with Jess and leon chased away cats who came close to the bird. one cat even spooked Cliff (i thought he looked like a Cliff) off his back and onto his feet, and he cuddled into a bush until what's-her-face came with a cat carrier to take him away. it turns out that he's a very endangered species of Kestrel, called the Lesser Kestrel (or Baz Adom in hebrew), and prospects are very dim for this bird of prey. and i saved him!! i was sad to see Cliff go, but then what's-her-face told me that i'd have to feed him mice if i wanted to keep him, so i gave the responsibility to the Jerusalem Zoo.
isn't he beautiful!?!??!!?!!??!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
creep me, crawl me.
the insects that have inside my house/bedroom/bathroom/kitchen have been, until this point, as follows:
- slugs, of all sizes
- an incredibly long worm-like thing. thought it was a snake at first.
- smaller green worms. those are actually kind of cute.
- cockroaches. only 2, but still.
- two spiders the size of my effin palm. one ambled in while i was in the shower. i kept my cool, kinda - if you can believe it.
Monday, May 17, 2010
photo happy
so for those of you who read my last post... i'm feeling more hopeful, mainly because of this: ACTIVISM FESTIVAL!!!
i'm volunteering there with a group called Bikurim, "an Israeli NGO that aims to strengthen the foundations of a pluralistic society in Israel through the use of socially aware children's literature." it's great, the book they are currently aiming to distribute is a lovely story with beuatiful art and i'm proud to peddle it. i love Micka, the one woman i met so far, and i'm sure it can only get better as i meet more people with the project. she's the one i mentioned in my last post... and it was successful. a kinda-friend!
(i realize now that i failed to mention Elisa, a nifty energetic lady with whom i've been spending a ton of time with since i got here. she's from Buffalo, has her degree in baking, likes my cooking, and we are each other's only friend here that we didn't meet through our men. she's been here a while, since doing birthright in august and staying to make Aliyah and hang out for a bit with her taglit-acquired boyfriend. we made tiramisu yesterday. damn, those things take a bitchin' long time to make!)
so i'm going to be at the festival all weekend... and housesitting this week at a friend's gorgeous place in the near-by German colony. it's Shavuot this week, a holiday where you eat dairy and drink wine, so we'll have a garden gathering while we're at this beautiful house. maybe i'll make a cheesefake. pumpkin, or chocolate-peanut butter? oh DAMMIT i need soft tofu and you can't get that anywhere here. :( well, i'm going to plant-based-cheese-making workshop tonight at Ginger, the vegetarian community center, so maybe i'll learn of something i can use. (ohhhhh how i used to devour cheese blintzes. if i could make a "cheese" blintz, i will worship at this workshopper's feet.)
oh here's pictures of our "garden" of tea mints and other herbs. and neighbours. :)
and old pics of our Purim brunch with friends. remember you dress up for Purim? :) we ate lunch then went on an avdenture to find floods from the rainstorms we'd been having, but just ended up goofing off in the desert mountains somewhere on the way to the dead sea. also,
there was a flood at his place so there are some ugly pictures of a wet ceiling.
xo
p.s i started reading the Foer, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close." it's awesome. :)
i'm volunteering there with a group called Bikurim, "an Israeli NGO that aims to strengthen the foundations of a pluralistic society in Israel through the use of socially aware children's literature." it's great, the book they are currently aiming to distribute is a lovely story with beuatiful art and i'm proud to peddle it. i love Micka, the one woman i met so far, and i'm sure it can only get better as i meet more people with the project. she's the one i mentioned in my last post... and it was successful. a kinda-friend!
(i realize now that i failed to mention Elisa, a nifty energetic lady with whom i've been spending a ton of time with since i got here. she's from Buffalo, has her degree in baking, likes my cooking, and we are each other's only friend here that we didn't meet through our men. she's been here a while, since doing birthright in august and staying to make Aliyah and hang out for a bit with her taglit-acquired boyfriend. we made tiramisu yesterday. damn, those things take a bitchin' long time to make!)
so i'm going to be at the festival all weekend... and housesitting this week at a friend's gorgeous place in the near-by German colony. it's Shavuot this week, a holiday where you eat dairy and drink wine, so we'll have a garden gathering while we're at this beautiful house. maybe i'll make a cheesefake. pumpkin, or chocolate-peanut butter? oh DAMMIT i need soft tofu and you can't get that anywhere here. :( well, i'm going to plant-based-cheese-making workshop tonight at Ginger, the vegetarian community center, so maybe i'll learn of something i can use. (ohhhhh how i used to devour cheese blintzes. if i could make a "cheese" blintz, i will worship at this workshopper's feet.)
oh here's pictures of our "garden" of tea mints and other herbs. and neighbours. :)
and old pics of our Purim brunch with friends. remember you dress up for Purim? :) we ate lunch then went on an avdenture to find floods from the rainstorms we'd been having, but just ended up goofing off in the desert mountains somewhere on the way to the dead sea. also,
there was a flood at his place so there are some ugly pictures of a wet ceiling.
xo
p.s i started reading the Foer, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close." it's awesome. :)
Friday, May 7, 2010
thank goodness i'm literate
so i've been missing home hardcore lately. the past week and half or so have been particularly rough. i think it's faire (if you're Medieval, or if you're literate like i've claimed to be, fair) to say that i suppressed everything when i got here. i was kind of emotionally flat. i didn't realize it at the time, but i'm pretty sure this is an accurate description. i was a bit stunned, and thus took everything in really easily. i didn't realize that i wasn't really taking things in though... i was just letting them slide around me, like slippery fish in a barrel. (i'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha, so forgive the Eastern poetics.) and i think because i wasn't really taking it in, i wasn't fully grasping the enormity of my situation here.
and now i do.
and i'm kinda panicking, just a little. i know, it's against the number one rule if i'm going to be an intergalactic space traveler! but here i am!
i miss my friends. a lot. yes, i'm talking to YOU. i miss people understanding me. i don't know if you've ever had to make friends as an adult, but it's not fun. in fact, it's exhausting. and i'm too old for this crap. where's my camp crew, with whom i can be totally emo and totally ridiculous all in the span of 4.7 seconds? where are my jammin buddies that fulfil my creative and sonourous needs, no matter the hour? where are those special few, that don't even need to hear my voice when i call, and they're at my house in a jiffy making tea/cookies/music because they heard, in my silence, that i needed it? where's my mom? where are YOU??
i applied for a job last week. the position requires bilingualism, and unfortunately that second language is Hebrew, not my second language of Pig Latin (thanks for that, Mom). it seemed like a pretty cool job so i sent in a resume and a kick-ass cover letter, hoping to attract their attention. to my dismay, i attracted their attention. i got called for an interview. and i got called for a second interview, at which i needed to read two pages of hebrew. and on our way home, driving south from haifa the night before my interview, i got so overwhelmed that i wished i was applying for a job in electrical engineering or as a harvard math professor or a bee farmer or ANYTHING - as long as it was in English, because anything at all could've been easier to fake than knowing how to speak hebrew. and then i just kinda wigged out, shed a few buckets, and got into bed and read "Time Traveler's Wife" for the next two hours until i couldn't focus my eyes anymore. the thing is, i've read time traveler's wife, maybe 5 or 6 times. and i love it. but reading it was not because i love it... it became my home, my friends, what felt familiar to me.
To read a book for the first time is to make an acquaintance with a new friend; to read it for a second time is to meet an old one. ~Chinese Saying
books are my friends right now. Memoirs of a Geisha = case in point. read that one a few times too. and just finished it for the fewtimes+1th time. gonna try and read a new book, then transition to a new friend. maybe one will come of Micka, the woman who volunteers with the publishing place. (write about that after... i'm meeting her tomorrow). we'll see - if she becomes a friend, and if i read White Oleander (again) or go onto Nick Hornby, or my first Jonathan Safran Foer. ("first??" i know - tragic, right?) I'm still in the middle of When You Are Engulfed in Flames, but you can go in and out of that one, it being essays and all.
ok. i feel better now. :)
and p.s, i kinda got offered that job. so i'm proud of myself, in the end, that at least i did something totally scary, and learned something from it too. i didn't take the job cause i would've had to start work at 630am some mornings... and i didn't even need to work backwards to when i'd have to wake up to blurt YAH RIGHT at them (in my head).
and now i do.
and i'm kinda panicking, just a little. i know, it's against the number one rule if i'm going to be an intergalactic space traveler! but here i am!
i miss my friends. a lot. yes, i'm talking to YOU. i miss people understanding me. i don't know if you've ever had to make friends as an adult, but it's not fun. in fact, it's exhausting. and i'm too old for this crap. where's my camp crew, with whom i can be totally emo and totally ridiculous all in the span of 4.7 seconds? where are my jammin buddies that fulfil my creative and sonourous needs, no matter the hour? where are those special few, that don't even need to hear my voice when i call, and they're at my house in a jiffy making tea/cookies/music because they heard, in my silence, that i needed it? where's my mom? where are YOU??
i applied for a job last week. the position requires bilingualism, and unfortunately that second language is Hebrew, not my second language of Pig Latin (thanks for that, Mom). it seemed like a pretty cool job so i sent in a resume and a kick-ass cover letter, hoping to attract their attention. to my dismay, i attracted their attention. i got called for an interview. and i got called for a second interview, at which i needed to read two pages of hebrew. and on our way home, driving south from haifa the night before my interview, i got so overwhelmed that i wished i was applying for a job in electrical engineering or as a harvard math professor or a bee farmer or ANYTHING - as long as it was in English, because anything at all could've been easier to fake than knowing how to speak hebrew. and then i just kinda wigged out, shed a few buckets, and got into bed and read "Time Traveler's Wife" for the next two hours until i couldn't focus my eyes anymore. the thing is, i've read time traveler's wife, maybe 5 or 6 times. and i love it. but reading it was not because i love it... it became my home, my friends, what felt familiar to me.
To read a book for the first time is to make an acquaintance with a new friend; to read it for a second time is to meet an old one. ~Chinese Saying
books are my friends right now. Memoirs of a Geisha = case in point. read that one a few times too. and just finished it for the fewtimes+1th time. gonna try and read a new book, then transition to a new friend. maybe one will come of Micka, the woman who volunteers with the publishing place. (write about that after... i'm meeting her tomorrow). we'll see - if she becomes a friend, and if i read White Oleander (again) or go onto Nick Hornby, or my first Jonathan Safran Foer. ("first??" i know - tragic, right?) I'm still in the middle of When You Are Engulfed in Flames, but you can go in and out of that one, it being essays and all.
ok. i feel better now. :)
and p.s, i kinda got offered that job. so i'm proud of myself, in the end, that at least i did something totally scary, and learned something from it too. i didn't take the job cause i would've had to start work at 630am some mornings... and i didn't even need to work backwards to when i'd have to wake up to blurt YAH RIGHT at them (in my head).
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