My friend K has quit smoking. So he eats. He's inflating. Not in a fat way; he works out a lot. Strangely, he's gained little weight: 4-5 pounds. But his arms have become huge. He's like Popeye, post-spinach. He invited me this morning for his third breakfast -- an extended McDonald's breakfast buffet. Hash browns, eggs, pancakes, sausage, biscuits, orange juice. It was amazing, in a disgusting way. He finished mine.
It's Sunday and I have scripts to write. They're not that hard, I just freak out about them. What will I make the executives say? How much better can I get at what I do? Evidently, I am pretty good already. Still, I fret.
I have received no job offer yet. HR is taking awhile to put the package together. But I am expecting a call on Monday, from J and from HR to explain the benefits package. Can you say sabbatical? I can. Sabbatical!
On Monday I am supposed to go to Sun to see some executives; they've asked me to come down for the tapings later in the week, too. It's an odd and confusing time. I'm doing incredibly well at my current gig, with high-profile projects and new contacts among the executive team. Will I give this all up? The thing about freelance is you never know where you're going to end up. With a job, you know.
The architectural firm is having a big old party next week. Hundreds of people, crammed into just one floor. K is inviting his cute engineer friend he's been tryign to set me up with for the last 6 months. I have a soft spot for engineers. They always tell the truth. Seem to relish it, actually. Especially the things they cannot fix or solve. I like that. Integrity.
Saw Team America the other night. One of the architects said it was incredibly hilarious. I found it a bit disturbing, actually. Potty-mouthed, with some funny twisted moments. Refreshing to see an American movie depict something like moral ambiguity, at least. We have too many "Rocky"s and "Star Wars"s. Makes us awfully certain about things. Like that we're something like an underdog.
K said "Maria Full of Grace" is amazing. My sister's ex-boyfriend worked on it. Go Jim DeNault! Talk about following your dreams.
My mother is going to Cleveland next weekend to work with George Soros' ACT and get out the vote for Kerry. I'm proud of her. I'd go but I'll be moving my office. Bye, bye architects. Yes, change sucks. No doubt about it.
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