i am fundamentally incapable of giving instructions, which is why i order the pre-made salad at lunch, our intern thinks he's supposed to watch the o.c. before team meetings, and my prom hair always ended up looking like '70s macrame. this is probably also why it has taken two years to get my mobile's voice mail straightened out; fortunately joe does not have this problem and ended the cellular silliness on my behalf. woo joe! if only he could talk to the intern.
i'm told that i'll get an official yea or nay this week on the magazine job to which i've been applying for, oh, the last month and a half. i'm telling you this because i want to jinx myself; it's uncomfortable to nurse a silent hope that i might finally get paid to use my college degree. now we all know, then, and can be disappointed together.