June 13th, 2006
|09:03 pm - My Own Private Ithaca|
Hello, native shores, I'm back! The trip was fantastic, it's great to be home, but this entry isn't going to be about Greek stuff as I intend to do a more thorough account of that when I have access to the vacation pictures. My summer in Toronto has officially kicked off with my being hired for my summer job. After serving as a footsoldier in Big Oil's war against the planet, and time spent slinging smut for the sex industry, I have now decided to complete the trifecta of evil and become...a telemarketer. First shift starts on Thursday and apparently I have a day and a half to sell someone, anyone, a newspaper subscription, or I'm sent packing. Please, if I call your house, have a heart and fork over the credit card. I don't want to work in a Toronto porn store. They'll make me clean the viewing booths.
In other news, I've been revisiting my salad days as both a fledgling fangirl and a baby-dyke by watching the first season of Xena: Warrior Princess on DVD. Man, did they have a crappy costume/set budget. I also saw The Da Vinci Code, which has about as many gaping plot holes, albeit not *quite* as much thinly veiled homoeroticism. It's still there, though, enough to create in me a fervent fangirl love for Silas, everyone's favourite self-flagellating, Latin-speaking, robe-rocking, gun-toting, melanin-not-having, nun-whacking, keen-on-Jesus psycho monk. Perhaps because he reminds me of a young me. Minus the Latin, guns, sororicide, and plus some pigment, of course. But where is all the Silas slash? Chop, chop, internet!
Emily's birthday party was duly celebrated, with Jenga, malted beverages, a trip to a goth club, and, for me, a disastrous attempt to flirt with a hot pool player. He literally ran from me. Today I went to the zoo with my parents; we saw one tapir, two caracals, three giraffes, four orang-utans, and a whole mess of meerkats. Then my mom and I went to some Trinity College graduation functions; I received a small academic award and we both ate strawberry tarts at the reception. My mom was knocking back the champagne like it was Kool-Aid, but I have yet to acquire the taste. Tomorrow, Convocation! Robes, Latin (no Silas), and the end of my undergraduate career.
|From:|| erinlin |
|Date:||June 14th, 2006 02:12 am (UTC)|| |
Welcome back! *waves*
hey, congratulations! i forgot that you were graduating (wrapped up in my own drama) but yay for you! tell us about the award.
also, if you're not busy with family or newspaper-slinging this weekend, i will be in town and would love to meet up with you for a coffee or something.
Drama? Of the boy, family, school, work or miscellaneous subgenus? I hope things are okay. It was a $200 cheque for the top 10% of grade in my college - came out to 28 people. I'd love to see you on Friday night or maybe Saturday - are you available then?
of the family/school/misc intersection on the venn diagram of life. i can tell you about it when i see you. i'm coming in on friday night and will probably be tired and just want to drink a bottle of wine with my host/kingston roomie who is in toronto for the summer (also i don't do caffeine after about 5pm) but sometime on Saturday would be good. Early afternoon-ish? man, two days really is not that much time.
Saturday should be good - there's a big protest/rally for Six Nations going on at Queen's Park which might be interesting to look at. Plus, you can come see my place in Kensington if you want. Where do you want to meet?
perhaps if i met you at your place to see your crib, and then we meandered off somewhere from there?
and why don't you email me your phone number (send it to lipsmoved at hotmail .com) so i can call you when i'm in town tomorrow night and we can arrange things?
Meep, telemarketer? My sister worked as one briefly last year. Key word briefly, she didn't get much money out of it. Good luck with that!
Speaking of jobs, where can I find a Toronto porn store job? Cleaning viewing booths can't be worse than Wendy's :P
I know, I'm scared already. There is a base wage, but I won't get to keep the job if I can't make sales. The laundromat down the street is hiring; I think I'll drop off my resume there too, depending on how my first shift at the telemarketing goes.
Last time I checked, both Miss Behavin' on Queen Street West and Seductions on Yonge were hiring. As a bonus, neither of them have viewing booths.
first of all, i'm joining in the chorus of welcome back and congratulations on both the award and impending graduation - i'm glad you had fun, and you should be really proud of yourself. =)
and hey, i don't know if the silas-love is limited to the character, but if you want to see more (and i do mean more =D) of the actor, you should rent 'a knight's tale'. it's a fun, if horrendously inaccurate, movie, and you get silas + more melanin. no buttsex, alas, but there is butt. and also alan tudyk with a british accent!
ooh, i love the zoo. when my sister and i were little, we were DEVOTED to those meerkats, and i'm still very fond of them.
Thank you! My mom is the meerkat person, I was more impressed with the swamp wallaby who was cohabiting with a Giant Flemish rabbit for companionship. When it comes to Paul Bettany and melanin, I've decided less is more, but I do plan to rent A Knight's Tale sometime soon, for the reasons you mentioned plus a young Heath Ledger.
Personally, I'd take mopping up bodily fluids over cold-calling every day. But I'm weird, and my pain thresholds are all out of whack. Hope the job works for you & you have the pleasure of calling someone named Jesus.
It all depends one's ratio of germaphobia : social anxiety. And I would expect Jesus to be very gracious and reassuring and buy not one but three subscriptions.
Congradulations Sarah! You are awesome for graduating!
Typo or pun? Who can say! Muchas gracias, chica!