A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the river and through the 'Hood Likely this weekend will be the last of the trips we take to work salvage on the house. The mulberry tree sists living and seemingly thriving in the front yard, but the bark is shredded in spots and totally laid bare in others, in typical ghetto bullshit fashion, Young shit-for-brains chained some ungodly large landshark of a dog to that tree and kept it in the front yard. Find myself torn between the office picnic and the chance to endure a very potentially tense situation tomorrow, either choice bodes to be at least a little uncomfortable, both of them carry some small weight of a sense of obligation upon them. my own preference would be to skip the day and if i had the cash, go shopping or catch a movie, though really there are no films screaming for my attention until the season of overblown spectacle arrives in full-swing. Yesterday was a good day for bargains, i stumbled upon a copy of Homer's Odyssey from the old Harvard Classics editions as well as Shakespeare's A Comedy of Errors and Julius Caesar (I may love big, dumb films - being both big and dumb in my own right- but i believe no bookshelf is complete without some of the classics of literature.) Among the other finds i managed yesterady: Faulkner As I Lay Dying, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby and Oscar Wilde's Observations and all of it for a measly $23 bucks, of which only 8 of it came out of my pocket thanks to the $15 gift check i got from my work group as my Admin Assistant's Day gift. Even though i am not technically classed as an Admin Assistant anymore, the legal isues surrounding my big new career-re-invention have kept me in a spot where i currently serve the most useful purpose around the office bing an admin assistant. but, as ever, i digress. Today was the other part of my AA's Day gift, The Grey Lady and the Senior Admin took me to lunch, where i had the parma prosciutto and pesto sandwich with a salad of fresh fruit on the side. Funny thing about the restaurant where we ate lunch was that once upon a time it used to be a huge flower shop which closed during the time that the neighborhood was on the edge of becoming too ghetto before the tide of gentrification in most of the historical neghborhoods in that immediate area rushed in. 3:28 p.m. - 2003-04-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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