When Someone's Trashy

So last night I'm writing, in the zone, and E calls. He had been at midget wrestling and was in my vicinity. After yelling at him for not taking me with him to see the midget wrestling, I told him to go ahead and come on over. Well, I had about 15 minutes to clean up and I had two things that needed to be cleaned up: my apartment and myself. It was one of those glorious days in which I had basked in my own smelliness...I decided to clean up myself and warned him that my place was a mess. His reply: "I don't care about your place!" Well, as we all know, people are liars. Especially tidy ones like our friend E. He remarked that it would have been better if I had cleaned up the apartment and left myself alone. Now I think that's a tad gross, but what the hell. I'll remember that for next time. That said, I did manage to clean up my kitchen today. I mean, sort of. It's sort of clean. It's cleaner.

Need to get ready to go to this interview...it's raining and cold outside. I don't want to go out there. But no doubt my car, once warmed up, will be warmer than my drafty, broken-heater apartment.

Yesterday the wine place called my old boss in Dallas to get a reference. C, the wine general manger, asked my old boss M, "This is really a fast-paced environment - can she handle fast paced?" and M replies, "Um, this a law firm!?" So yeah, duh. It's so weird to be 'transitioning' in this direction. I suppose for most people this would seem like a giant step backward, leaving the so-called professional world for one in which I'll be on my feet and dealing with the public. I know M is surely scratching her head...and all the references C called yesterday...But I want it. I don't know how long it will last but I'm doing it...this is most assuredly one of those times in my life where I do that thing - make a big decision to do something and not really think it out. I just absolutely don't think it out. Well, anyway...or alas, or somesuch...

Must get ready...