i'm not even going to add it up.
10.20.2009
funemployment is weird. it's not fun, or bad . . it's just kind of weird. and a bit boring. i've never not had a job before, so not having a real reason to get up in the morning and put real clothes and makeup on is off-putting. strangely, the days go by just as fast though. this is week 3 and i can't believe it. it's fine and all, i'm just used to having more of a daily purpose. yesterday was highly productive, but mostly i'm starved for attention and social interaction.
today i went to have lunch with my friend ashley down around GWU. such a beautiful day, it was nice to get out and walk around the city. upon exiting the train station, i was harassed by 2 different people about some social issue and would i listen blah blah blah. after lunch, i walked to georgetown to shop for some things i needed. was harangued on every dang corner by homeless people. one of them yelled at me. par for the course, but still. what has gotten into people? several people asked me for directions. and two guys from Poland stopped and asked if they could take some pictures of me (they had some pretty decent equipment). he asked me to hold up my left hand to show my tattoo. he wanted me to do something with my hair. and then kind of just point it at him. i obliged, but i was thinking " . . strange . . ".
i walked the 1.2 miles back to the train, in hopes of catching some photos of my own. i lugged my camera around with me the whole day so i could capture some fall colors. nothing grabbed me. the leaves aren't that pretty yet. between there and home, i was asked for money twice more.
i got into my apartment, put my bag down and went to pee. i then heard a knock at my door. "shit." as i'm buckling my belt, i hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. "UMMMM, HII????". the apartment peeps were going around because there was a flood up on the 10th floor and had to check if i was affected. the carpet in the bedroom is all wet. they are coming back in half an hour with a shop-vac and a dehumidifier.
i know i said i was starved for attention and social interaction, but save for the lunch with ashley (which was so nice!), all this is not what i had in mind.
eh, when it rains it monsoons i guess?
today i went to have lunch with my friend ashley down around GWU. such a beautiful day, it was nice to get out and walk around the city. upon exiting the train station, i was harassed by 2 different people about some social issue and would i listen blah blah blah. after lunch, i walked to georgetown to shop for some things i needed. was harangued on every dang corner by homeless people. one of them yelled at me. par for the course, but still. what has gotten into people? several people asked me for directions. and two guys from Poland stopped and asked if they could take some pictures of me (they had some pretty decent equipment). he asked me to hold up my left hand to show my tattoo. he wanted me to do something with my hair. and then kind of just point it at him. i obliged, but i was thinking " . . strange . . ".
i walked the 1.2 miles back to the train, in hopes of catching some photos of my own. i lugged my camera around with me the whole day so i could capture some fall colors. nothing grabbed me. the leaves aren't that pretty yet. between there and home, i was asked for money twice more.
i got into my apartment, put my bag down and went to pee. i then heard a knock at my door. "shit." as i'm buckling my belt, i hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. "UMMMM, HII????". the apartment peeps were going around because there was a flood up on the 10th floor and had to check if i was affected. the carpet in the bedroom is all wet. they are coming back in half an hour with a shop-vac and a dehumidifier.
i know i said i was starved for attention and social interaction, but save for the lunch with ashley (which was so nice!), all this is not what i had in mind.
eh, when it rains it monsoons i guess?
4 comments:
going on year 3 for me and all of your thoughts ring loud and crystal clear with me. I have often found myself striking up a conversation with the publix cashier just to talk to someone. But save heart my dear, it makes for lots of time to soul search and find out what really matters when you peel back the layers of daily routine. xxoo
andi, i heart you.
I'm glad our lunch was a bright spot in your day -- it was in mine!
you're always a bright spot, miss ashley!
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