Thursday, Nov. 21, 2002 - 3:08 PM

Yoooooooooo!!

Met up for lunch with R today (Chinese food for him, milkshake for me... I didn't mind it, it's a new diabetic one), and he made me hand in another resume (since he went to talk to the manager a few days ago to see if they'd received the one I'd faxed last week, bless him, and the manager told him they hadn't collected or looked at their faxes), and the girl there, Jennifer, who was the full-time employee on duty (manager wasn't around)gave me a quick, informal interview, and she said she'd recommend me cuz she liked me. ;))) WHEEEEEE!! I'm glad I got this far, at least. I mean, I'll feel bad if I don't get it, which is extremely possible since I don't have much outright sales experience, but at least I feel good now for having got this far. Yay! Now how to deal with Byron... whom naturally I still want to work with, but this'll be difficult...


My Topic Of The Day:

Characters On Campus

Yes indeedy. U of T attracts some weird-ass Characters.

There's this black guy from St. Mike's who reminds me a great deal of Old-Larry (as in, Level 4 formal...), who walks around all the time in a top hat, tails and white gloves. He asked Michelle to dance once and she got weirded out. I seem to remember him saying something strange to her, but I don't remember what. He's weird.

Then there's the guy who hangs around Vic- an orange-haired, tall, freckly guy, who walks around in all black, avec trenchcoat, and a sort of black fedora. Kind of stalks. Loner. Weird guy.

THEN there's "Le Socialist." This is in direct parallel to the guy whom Michelle nicknamed "L'Imperialist." I've totally forgotten his name, possible Bernard, but I bumped into him in pratt a few days ago. Called "L'Imperialist" because of his general snobbishness and also the beige scarf he ALWAYS (still) wears (and probably some other reasons, but I never bothered getting to know "Bernie," which I just remembered John used to call him to tick him off. It was like deliberately calling Laurent "Larry" to see the change in his face. Funny but cruel.)
Anyway, "Le Socialist" is a ratty little guy, again dressed in black, with a huge brown beard that totally hides his lower face, and a sort of black felt "newsboy" cap, really more of a beret with shape, I'm not entirely sure how to describe it. Longish, not-entirely-kempt hair. Black overcoat. Walks hunched, with a slightly bow-legged gait. Nearly a subversive walk, really. He looks like the living embodiement of a socialist. I can't sit in class (Incontinent Philosophers) without wondering what kind of revolution he has in the making, and why the hell he's in THIS class to achieve it.

But then, I can't sit in Incontinent Philosophers without wondering a lot of things. It is a 3-hour class...


Readin' Walden 2 (Skinner)
Listenin' to people typing
Thinkin' about going home! And Possible Job!

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