reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
In general, this whole temping thing I'm doing is proving to be very illuminating. I keep getting to meet all sorts of people, and between that and reading bits of Gig, this real sense of adulthood as a drifting mess arises. The guy in charge of personnel here, for example, is very much into photojournalism (there are newspapers by my desk that he stops to look at). The woman who was my supervisor at Jewish Nursery School? She won't be staying there forever. Everyone's looking for something new.
I know that there are people doing what they want to be doing with their lives. That must be pretty nice.
My boss asked if I was available to work tomorrow. Given that I don't really do anything during the work week, this is pretty funny. What does he want me to do tomorrow? Write more emails to old college friends? Surf more websites? Read more TWOP recaps?
This weekend, I think I'm going camping in Santa Barbara, leaving early-evening time. So I could maybe come in for a few hours. But still. WHY? Especially when I could go play basketball and work on my screenplay?
Well, money. Yeah. I think it'd be overtime! Still, not exactly what I want to be doing with my life.
Then again, that's a far-off thing. And really, I suppose no one's ever totally perfectly content. Which is good. Puts the pressure on.
I'm looking forward to going home, hitting the gym and seeing a movie tonight. Should do something productive here beforehand, though. As I do have the time.