JayFarrar
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So today, I'm at the Starbucks and I'm sitting there, drinking my frappucino and reading PDF proofs and a girl there mentions how she is looking forward to working at home.
I glance up and tell her how much I love working at home or at the Starbucks. So we start chatting and she works for some place downtown, a non-profit, but she's leaving this Friday to do freelance and figure out what's next.
My job advice to here was just get some good cable, a comfortable couch and lay around and watch TV. Just give up, why bother. I mean (we were in the same age range) all of us, we keep thinking that the next big thing is just around the corner. That it will finally get better when we hit the next milestone and it doesn't. It just stays the same. It doesn't get worse, but it doesn't get better. It's just that one by one my hair is turning gray and that's it. Thanks Jeff Tweedy.
We end up talking for like 30 minutes, she hugs me. Hugs me. Then leaves. I don't even know her name.
This after eating lunch with the senior VP of the fifth largest employer in my state, his treat, and chatting up on the phone one of the most powerful people in a neighboring state.
It was the most random afternoon in recent memory.
Now I have my stereo turned up very loud, Wilco Live for the curious, and wondering what I should go get for dinner. All this and thinking I wish I hadn't quit drinking. Alcohol free for 37 days now and what place in town serves corndogs this late.
I glance up and tell her how much I love working at home or at the Starbucks. So we start chatting and she works for some place downtown, a non-profit, but she's leaving this Friday to do freelance and figure out what's next.
My job advice to here was just get some good cable, a comfortable couch and lay around and watch TV. Just give up, why bother. I mean (we were in the same age range) all of us, we keep thinking that the next big thing is just around the corner. That it will finally get better when we hit the next milestone and it doesn't. It just stays the same. It doesn't get worse, but it doesn't get better. It's just that one by one my hair is turning gray and that's it. Thanks Jeff Tweedy.
We end up talking for like 30 minutes, she hugs me. Hugs me. Then leaves. I don't even know her name.
This after eating lunch with the senior VP of the fifth largest employer in my state, his treat, and chatting up on the phone one of the most powerful people in a neighboring state.
It was the most random afternoon in recent memory.
Now I have my stereo turned up very loud, Wilco Live for the curious, and wondering what I should go get for dinner. All this and thinking I wish I hadn't quit drinking. Alcohol free for 37 days now and what place in town serves corndogs this late.