day 13 of the bay area
another day as a used car salesman/person (whatever). a few voices may have found themselves an interested ear...but their enthusiasm and approach were far too weak for my needs today. i had other things to do, you know...
but yes...i did answer my phone many times to numbers unidentified and foreign to my eyes--something i so rarely see myself do any day. it is almost like phone rape when you get that fear rising up behind your throat as you see the 10 digits staring at you. you just don't know who's going to be there or what they are going to attack you with. but you are there with them, staring at them blankly, nonetheless. hello?).
in reality though, this is my current job. . . to sell my car. so what do i have to complain about. it doesn't seem to be that hard of a job but maybe that's why i haven't sold it yet.
today, i got to see rob. a colleague of mine from years ago at UofC...my years prior to the pharma esclavage. he had been a mentor and good friend with whom i had lost touch a few years back. blame it on snailmail, email, who knows which one failed us in the end or on which side. but rekindled by a common interest, we had a couple of drinks and a meal in the altos. and now, feeling like a beached whale, i laugh at his silliness and my keen interest in different people.
he is australian. an australian chinese at that! who, even after the years of living amongst the americans has not lost his flare with the slightly slanted bri'ish w'ds. he loves to tell stories too...and man does he tell them in details! but that's the beauty of rob, is that he tells you everything. i think it's great when people go that extra mile without getting lost in the details. i usually can't even remember where i came from as i fumble across the middle of my sentence when i throw in so many words. but *sigh*, that's just me. i easily get lost some times.
in any case, he surely affirmed that the food in australia was going to be phenomenal and believe me, after having had burmese food for two nights in a row (o'h' m'y' l'a'w'd', i't's' o'r'g'a's'm'i'c'), i think my entire stomach has already lurched forward (into the dream)--even before my body. i am becoming one with the food. i am becoming one with the food. i'm becoming ooooooooooooooohm.
but quite frankly, the possibity simply hasn't ceased to amaze me that i, on one side of the continent revelled in the explosive powers of burmese...and that on the very other side of the continent, close friends were writhing after their own intense wave of delight through their mouths, down their throats and into their bodies!!
how dare we all?! how dare us all?!?!
mmmmhhhhh. . .it's so goooooooooooooooood.
tomorrow is my last day of marketing. wish me luck. i think i may just ride the bike up and down the pacific coast until somebody calls.
now, THAT sounds like a fabulous plan!!
tee hee: penn the waxer was a perfectionist with some talent!! i'm free!!
but yes...i did answer my phone many times to numbers unidentified and foreign to my eyes--something i so rarely see myself do any day. it is almost like phone rape when you get that fear rising up behind your throat as you see the 10 digits staring at you. you just don't know who's going to be there or what they are going to attack you with. but you are there with them, staring at them blankly, nonetheless. hello?).
in reality though, this is my current job. . . to sell my car. so what do i have to complain about. it doesn't seem to be that hard of a job but maybe that's why i haven't sold it yet.
today, i got to see rob. a colleague of mine from years ago at UofC...my years prior to the pharma esclavage. he had been a mentor and good friend with whom i had lost touch a few years back. blame it on snailmail, email, who knows which one failed us in the end or on which side. but rekindled by a common interest, we had a couple of drinks and a meal in the altos. and now, feeling like a beached whale, i laugh at his silliness and my keen interest in different people.
he is australian. an australian chinese at that! who, even after the years of living amongst the americans has not lost his flare with the slightly slanted bri'ish w'ds. he loves to tell stories too...and man does he tell them in details! but that's the beauty of rob, is that he tells you everything. i think it's great when people go that extra mile without getting lost in the details. i usually can't even remember where i came from as i fumble across the middle of my sentence when i throw in so many words. but *sigh*, that's just me. i easily get lost some times.
in any case, he surely affirmed that the food in australia was going to be phenomenal and believe me, after having had burmese food for two nights in a row (o'h' m'y' l'a'w'd', i't's' o'r'g'a's'm'i'c'), i think my entire stomach has already lurched forward (into the dream)--even before my body. i am becoming one with the food. i am becoming one with the food. i'm becoming ooooooooooooooohm.
but quite frankly, the possibity simply hasn't ceased to amaze me that i, on one side of the continent revelled in the explosive powers of burmese...and that on the very other side of the continent, close friends were writhing after their own intense wave of delight through their mouths, down their throats and into their bodies!!
how dare we all?! how dare us all?!?!
mmmmhhhhh. . .it's so goooooooooooooooood.
tomorrow is my last day of marketing. wish me luck. i think i may just ride the bike up and down the pacific coast until somebody calls.
now, THAT sounds like a fabulous plan!!
tee hee: penn the waxer was a perfectionist with some talent!! i'm free!!
posted by FUJ at 10:47 PM
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