EJ Dec 3 2002

 

 

1011email to Jen from yesterday

 

• Dec. 3, 2002

   

  How was your Thanksgiving?
  
  I am not excited about work today. Apparently neither
  are my coworkers 5 of 8 are not in today. So,
  naturally, big boss is freaking right on out about how
  we need to work hard and telling us that if she
  catches us online when it's not breaktime, she's gonna
  have our internet deleted.
  
  wackjob.
  
  Anyhoo...back to the salt mines. I am 4 minutes past
  break time.
  
  I hate this job.
  
  I dreamt about working with young, cool people in this
  wierd cement building. Andrew called me and said
  things with Amber hadn't worked out, so he was in
  Austin & wanted to go out for sushi. It was a
  sad/wierd dream. Perhaps my subconscious is drawing a
  paralell between me sticking with my shitty job and
  Andrew settling for a crappy woman. Hm.
  
  

  1013 last nite

   

  • Dec. 3, 2002

     

    Went back to ULTA to get that plum eyeshadow I tried on Friday. On a
    whim, I had emailed A to ask if she wanted to go and surprisingly,
    she said yes. So we went to Ulta. She didn't try on anything or open
    anything or sniff anything...she is very passive. Wonder what kind of
    awful childhood/life she's had to make her so non-curious, non-
    initiative-taking, even about fun stuff?
    
    Sad.
    
    I put 'il bacio'on her and she liked it. I also bought her a set of
    makeup brushes.