The time that I don’t spend writing is the time when a ton of things happen in my life. I guess that it’s hard to sit down and document everything when you’re busy. The last few days have been ehctice. I went back to work on Wednesday. Even though I’d been gone for three workdays it was like nothing had changed. My desk was mostly untouched; piles of neglected paperwork still stood tall next to the overstuffed bin full of even more paperwork. I hate paperwork. Brigitte was still her frantic and take-charge self. Betty was still chatty, and the rest of the team was still ridiculous.
I called [omitted: a non-profit organization] about their Craigslist ad and they called me back the next day. I went to an interview on Thursday and apparently it went well because they want me to come & canvas for them. I’m really quite tempted. I’d be able to work better hours, commute to San Jose on my bike, and work for something that I care about. On the other hand I’d make less money, have no health insurance for three months, and have very little job security. But I’d be doing something good, something right. Do I do what’s best or do I hunker down & continue working for the Man? Lame. I feel like such a yuppie. Well, a yuppie who lives in the suburbs with slight hippieish tendencies. I dunno.
On Thursday I got to ride my bike for the first time in a week. I took it to work that morning and brought it with me on the VTA for the interview downtown. Even though it was still raining a bit I enjoyed being outside. People weren’t meant to be in buildings all day.
Shayna spent the night last night. We had a couple of beers together. Hadn’t really done that since before she got sick in September. I’d forgotten what it is like to have a nice buzz.
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Right now Serita and her friends are out in San Francisco dancing their hearts out at Temple. I had the opportunity to go but passed it over. I don’t think that my body would’ve been up to it at that point. Part of me is regretting the decision to stay, but it’s best. I miss hanging out with Serita & Company, though.