You Did Know I Was A Nerd, Right?
A plague on the house of Enzo Angiolini.1 His shoes are like weasles ripping my flesh.2
Pretty shoes I wore to an interview for a temp gig (wish me luck, i’m 2 of 5 but they’d be dumb not to want me). I felt bad because the place is not far from my old company, so afterwards I swung by to have lunch with some of the old crew and pay back Dan for spotting me all Wednesday night. Outside the lobby I ended up seeing my old manager. They say he’s still hurt I quit about a week after he started. I wished I could tell him the job was in a different field. He said, “You’ll work for them and you won’t work for me?! You said you didn’t hate us!” It was the fork in my heart as I stepped out of my pretty shoes and sat down on the steps to put on the comfy Merrells. I felt guilty hearing them tell me how happy and relaxed I looked.
The idea is to work, save up more money, then stop working regular hours again. It’s all about keeping up the comfort level re: bank balance. I do think I’m perfect for the gig. Every last detail such as “You’d be working with the guy who programmed this originally who’s a Unix guy with a really hard to understand Russian accent.... that can be difficult.”
I’d already had them convinced them I was up on Unix (and its guys) so at this point I told them my favorite professor in college was Vassily Aksyonov, a best selling Russian author and I was comfortable and familiar with the accent. Boo-yah.
So we’ll see. The money will feel good but I’m kinda bummed to have my layabout lifestyle suspended for a while.
Lunch in China Town, always tasty and cheap. Conversation with Adam and Dan, always stimulating. The first sentences in this blog are one aspect of our conversation that focused on novels and serial stories that require maps, glossaries and appendices. I for one sometimes really like books that go so deep into their own world-making that they invent words and cultures and history, they have their own landscape and languages. Because I am a nerd. I’ve started reading The Dante Club and last night of course I also had to grab my copy of The Inferno for reference, the translation of which I’ve decided is too modern. Nerd==Me. I mean, Dante invented an entire new meter for his poetry3, come on! Translations to go mad by… It’s like The Da Vinci Code being more fun because you can google images of Leonardo’s paintings. Though I remember being a little girl and wondering why there was a woman in the painting of Last Supper when they were all supposed to be Apostles. I used to dig on reading Lives of the Saints, back when I wanted to be a nun.
Oh, I just got an email from one of the people I interviewed with through the contact form of my professional site. He said “see you soon”. I hope that means they have decided to pick me, I don’t know if they’d talked to others yet or not. Wish me luck.
So, I wrote a blog yesterday and didn’t post it. I’ll post it today.
Notes:
1. Homage to Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (III, i) “A plauge o’ both your houses”.
2. Homage to Frank Zappa and the Mother’s of Invention for the album “Weasels Ripped My Flesh"
3. As mentioned by Dan at lunch and as described in The Dante Club, “Dante had arranged his verse in a terza rima, every three lines a poetic set, the first and third rhyming and the middle projecting a rhyme with the first line of the next set, so that the verses leaned ahead in forward motion.”
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