2001-08-15
|| 12:51 p.m.
Hay la, hey la
Spoke to Da last night. They got back from the UK over the weekend. Da says I
have to go as soon as I can, so I guess I'll take his advice. Funny, because I
just got their last postcard the day before. It's from a Welsh town called (I
shit you not) Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch,
which means 'Mary's Church by the white hazel pool, near the fierce whirlpool,
with the Church of Tysilio by the red cave.'
I would really hate to have to address an envelope to someone there. Of course, it could be worse: If I lived there, I'd have to write all that out everytime I applied for a credit-card or a video-store membership. I was feeling really down when Da called, so I guess I was a less-than-scintillating chat partner. That's too bad, because I was actually glad to hear from him. Sounds like he saw a lot of fascinating stuff, and I got off the phone with my head full of images. **********
I'm home with a crazy headache to-day. I;m not answering the 'phone because
I know it'll be work calling to haul me in. I know this. the president had CTO
work from home if he wasn't going to come in yesterday, even though *he* stayed
home because his wife was ill. There is no respect where I work. None. That
is why I'm sending out CVs.
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