Yesterday I got the weirdest call at work. (I work!) A man, not very old-sounding, no discernable accent. Told me that his friend had recently moved to New York, and was pregnant, and needed some help. She wanted to have an abortion, and did I have any suggestions for where she might be able to go? I work in the ladies’ studies department, basically, but the name it is given here is a little more high-falutin’ than that. It seemed like a trick, right? Like some kind of weird political Acorn-y setup where this guy was trying to get some quote out of me so that he could claim that this university is trying to kill babies or something? It was weird. Apparently, we also get amusing calls from the press sometimes (I haven’t yet, but I’ve been told) for quotes from profs, any time a lady does a thing. The black history dept is just down the hall, and they get the same calls, any time a black person does a thing. When I was at the theatre dept at my last school, the only really funny calls I ever got were the ones asking me if/when that one famous actress who went there would be in a play. There were probably three or four different people who asked me to CALL THEM to let them know when she got cast in a play. I would go, “uh-huh…right…four-three? Oh, four-two, okay,” while they gave me their phone number, and would chat and gossip and all, and of course never wrote anything down and then made fun of them.
So, work. Man. I dunno. It’s good. It’s good to have a job! The commute is loooooooong. I’ll probably move to Harlem as soon as my lease is up in BK. The west side is weird. I work like three blocks away from Monk’s! I’m too embarrassed to take a photo of it. Ivy league college students are all alike, maybe? Or maybe just “all college students are alike.” Though maybe I liked the last ones better. Seemed friendlier? Maybe I just knew MORE of them. And there were boys. I don’t know any boys here yet, except the one dude who works here. It’s true – we DID work harder than all the other departments at the last place, I guess. These guys not only ACTUALLY get “vacation hours” – where they leave early when classes aren’t in session, etc? – but man, they fuck off so much more than we did. Or, at least, maybe we fucked off that much, too, but it mattered more! There’s less to DO here, and they have a million work-study students coming in to help every day! All they do is, like, answer phones and make copies and stuff, but damn! That is LUXURIOUS! I don’t have an office anymore, boo, but I think my office was super-nice and unexpected at the other place, anyway. Um. I dunno. That’s all? I’m using a mac. That’s weird. I feel stupid sometimes when I like, can’t find the printer and stuff. The wall calendar is from a grocery store and has a photo of buffalo wings on it, and it makes me want buffalo wings every day. Okay. That’s all.



























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