i had an internship interview with an internet start-up today. the job is something i could really get excited about as it deals with online peer-to-peer transactions (dude i love ebay) and this company is really young and seems to have a lot of potential — how cool would it to be to contribute to the success of a company? success being the key word - it’s easy to contribute to anything, but to actually have a role in the future profitability of a company is somewhat inspiring. why do i say i’d do this? well the company currently has 3 full-time employees. they don’t have office space. they need funding. but first they need to grow. this is where i come in. without going into detail, the job is something i could really get into, as i’ve often said “i wish i could make a living selling stuff on e-bay”. furthermore, i would eventually like to start my own business, and this would be a great chance to learn about what it’s like to start a company.
the guy i met with is also extremely cool and seemed to like beer — i got a company coozie (”for your beer”) and a water bottle (”for your beer”).
so many great things, but also, so little money. i hate money. i’ve always been one to “roll the dice”, but now it seems like practical matters are giving me fjear: student loans, food, insurance. gasp. this move to london is feeling further and further out of my reach. this is troubling, because all i seem to be thinking about is how much i’m looking forward to getting out of this town. i look forward to it, and yet it scares me - i know when i leave i’m going to have to let go of a lot of things i currently hold on to - just certain hopes and dreams that are all in my head. i’m a little kid when it comes to reality, ’cause i always like to think things will turn out my way. i need to learn that they won’t. i need to accept and come to terms with the gaps and move forward. as much as i change scenery, i’m still in this town and i’m still confronted, everyday, with … well if this were a song i’d compare it to salt on an open wound. but since my life isn’t nearly dramatic enough to warrant a song, i’ll just say that certain things are hard for me here and i’d like a fresh start in a place that doesn’t constantly confront me with triggers that cause me to think about certain things.
speaking of cheesy songs, it’s been revealed that i like joshua kadison, as if this is a bad thing?
and now i realize the title of this entry: my pretty good day.
post interview i met up with ginger. i was feeling woefully hungry, so we popped in at the crown. i had a grilled cheese with tomato. i normally don’t like tomato but this was delicious. this would be an appetizer for the trip we took soon afterwards to the parlor. but first we popped into the parlor’s neighboring record shop. they had some Squeeze which made me happy. finally, the parlor and a sad game of pool. they had $5 pitchers of lone star. i tried to enjoy my beverage which was both alcoholic and frugal, but it just made me want to drink water to rinse out the taste (or lack thereof?) in my mouth. finally more people came, and so did pizza which was like a warm comfy blanket for my tummy. eventually there was heffeweisen (sp?) and pale ale. marcella was there; she bought a guitar recently and seems to have taken to it despite having not mastered it in 5 minutes or less. i explained that i’m selling my musical instruments which brought on a rather depressing discussion on my part about forgetting the pipe dreams until i have the time and money to hire an instructor. but i picked up rather quickly when it came to “Degrassi High”. i was depressed again when we had to leave - it wasn’t even 10pm but it is a school night so i didn’t put up too much of a fuss. i had beer and it was good - this may be reflected in my typing. i want to be in my bed now, and to never drink Lone Star again.
oh yeah, i also want tim to come back from californ-EYE-AYE.
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