Funny thing, looking through sent mail today for evidence that I requested an account be cancelled when I noticed I had sent an email to someone whose last name is Smith. Don’t know who this is but I sent her a picture of a stuffed animal that I own. I intended to send it here but her name showed up on auto complete and I must have picked it by mistake. I’m surprised that has never happened before. For this .MOBI thing I send mail to an email address that is reserved just for this, and the shortcut/alias i use for it is SM, for Sorabji.MOBI. Typing in SM brings up that alias along with everyone in my address book whose last name starts with SM. This person, Ms. Smith, e-mailed me a year or so ago to inform me that she was the voice of corporate voicemail systems and certain automated announcements one hears on the telephone — think along the lines of “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service.” I couldn’t think of any reason to respond to her or do anything with her information so I forgot about it. I think that was about a year ago and so she must have thought something was interesting when she received a picture of The Wild Thing smiling up from between my socked feet.
Walking around a little today, now that is relatively easy to do so. Got a haircut and heard what must be dreaded words to anyone getting a haircut at the place they’ve used for 15+ years: “You get the new guy!” This guy was, well, new. He didn’t look especially young but his style demonstrated his newness to the realm. I think he burned the electric razor on the back of my neck for fucking 20 minutes. I was there for over 45, I’m usually done in 20 minutes tops. Haircut seems ok at the moment but you never really know until the next day. Imagine going into brain surgery and they tell you “You get the new guy!”
Meeting up with an old friend tomorrow. Should be interesting. She always is. Or was. It’s just nice to talk to other human being. That is why I came out of my way to this tiny coffee shop, to converse with the barista. He used to be a techie and I described an email from a recruiter and he said it sound wanky.
Might actually call that recruiter back for a job as Web Content Manager somewhere in NYC. Sounds like a job I could do but the job description is typically wanky and filled with useless buzzwords, some which sound like they were the hot thing 8 years ago. The recruiter sounds ok because it looks like she actually read me resume and wants to talk about this or anything else i might fit into. Would be good to work again at least for a little while. Get my finances back into reputability. God, the money I’ve wasted. A structured life would probably do me well, at least for a while, until I reach the point I did at CNN where it felt like I was in a pod. Actually I was in a pod in teh newsroom. That’s what the editors and webmasters all sat at. But the pod at NN in New York was different. More like a cell.
More snow Friday? Yikes. I mean hey, why not.
