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[karenor]

erg. so i'm still unsure about this job thing. i talked to my brother's friend yesterday, and he was very unclear about what he wanted me to do. it has to do with advertising and with overture.com. and whether or not he'll be able to offer the service to his clients. i have no clue what possible good i can do him. As long as i don't have to deal with his clients, i guess i'll be ok. what would be spectacular would be if i could email him whatever info he wants from me and he could paypal me my money and i would never have to talk to him. :) but it will be under the table, so i guess paypal isn't a great way to go about that. i just hate dealing with people, and i hate the phone. i more than hate the phone. i have a phone phobia that i can't explain adequately. i simply don't talk to anyone but my family or very close friends on the phone if i can avoid it. i don't know where it came from either. i know i used to answer phones in jr. high when i T.A.'d in the main office, and that was no problem. At work i only very relctantly answered when my mom wasn't available to do it.

Anyway, the point that i'm dancing around is, i guess, that i don't want this job, and there really isn't any way i can refuse it. doesn't that suck? using the 'i just don't have time excuse' while true just doesn't fly, cuz this will supposedly be a maximum of 10 hours a week...

like i said. erg.

still in pain, but yesterday it seemed a bit better. poetry class sucked as usual. i just can't relate to anything these people are writing. i feel like i have nothing to contribute, and i'm frankly bothered by several people in that class. and about_worth wasn't even there to share my misery. sigh...

two stories to write by wednesday. my best friends stupid show tonight to go which i really don't wanna do. poem to write. oil change to get. days to get thru till this time next week when i will be driving driving driving far away. i need that so bad right now.

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[about-worth.livejournal.com]

i'm sure it was. i detest that guy's work.