Thank god I checked my email. I received a couple emails from the SuicideGirls "people" regarding a staff photographer who will be in the area soon and another photographer who may be willing to work with me. I'm extremely excited.

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In other news, my new job is going well. My "training coach" was previously in theatre and he does look like a Shakespeare snob.

...
Today at work, my training coach and I were brewing coffee (obviously a fundamental of Starbucks). First we made a full batch of the regular coffee. My "training coach" told me (quite condescendingly) that it's four scoops of coffee for a full pot. Then he looked at me pointedly and asked, "So how many scoops go in a quarter batch?"

I must look downright stupid. We just stood there, vis a vis. When I answered, he looked quite shocked. He exclaimed, "...and you're smart, too!"

Imagine that. And after that, he grew fairly flirty, as though I were suddenly a genius and completely worth going for.


All of a sudden, I'm exhausted. I worked early, did some photoshop nonsense, paraded around the neighborhood with my dog... and now I'm going up to Boulder again for another long evening of OH HELL and Euro trash. At least the food is good.

(when you drive out of Boulder on 36, a tad before Louisville, from the highway you can see the balcony where I'll be standing.)


I'm a slight exhibitionist.

Goodbye.

Thank god I checked my email. I received a couple emails from the SuicideGirls "people" regarding a staff photographer who will be in the area soon and another photographer who may be willing to work with me. I'm extremely excited.

____________________________ _______ _____ __ _ _ _ _



In other news, my new job is going well. My "training coach" was previously in theatre and he does look like a Shakespeare snob.

...
Today at work, my training coach and I were brewing coffee (obviously a fundamental of Starbucks). First we made a full batch of the regular coffee. My "training coach" told me (quite condescendingly) that it's four scoops of coffee for a full pot. Then he looked at me pointedly and asked, "So how many scoops go in a quarter batch?"

I must look downright stupid. We just stood there, vis a vis. When I answered, he looked quite shocked. He exclaimed, "...and you're smart, too!"

Imagine that. And after that, he grew fairly flirty, as though I were suddenly a genius and completely worth going for.


All of a sudden, I'm exhausted. I worked early, did some photoshop nonsense, paraded around the neighborhood with my dog... and now I'm going up to Boulder again for another long evening of OH HELL and Euro trash. At least the food is good.

(when you drive out of Boulder on 36, a tad before Louisville, from the highway you can see the balcony where I'll be standing.)


I'm a slight exhibitionist.

Goodbye.