Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

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Blergh. I have the winter flu. I slept in until 2pm. Obviously, I didn't go to work. I am very grumpy at the moment. I crave alphabet pasta and chicken soup. The latter is fabled to bring one health; the former reeks of Americana. Does eating alphabet soup make you smarter? Is it like swallowing a thesaurus or dictionary?

I promised myself that I wouldn't sulk this week at work. But it's been a bit tricky. I still can't figure out where I stand. One day, I came back from a trip to the bathroom to find this strange boy sitting in my office. He was like a swarthy Hobbit wearing a Justin Timberlake-style suit. Turns out that he was the freelance graphic designer who was working in my position until I was hired, and he had a lunch meeting with my manager. The rest of the day, everyone kept saying how wonderful this Hobbit was, and how he was such a great guy. And I thought, "Well, why didn't you hire him instead?" Compared to Sexyback Hobbit, I seem full of foibles and oddities- I am bitchy towards the office perve (well, he has a thing for Asian girls- what else am I to do?), I have thrown out copies of Zoo magazine that were owned by another graphic designer (what, am I to tolerate images of an orange, lingerie-clad Nikki Webster during my working hours?), and I let hardly anything stand between me and my lunch break. I wish that I were more easygoing. I am cheerful and efficient, yes; but a girl's gotta have standards.

It is pretty hard to make friends at work. A few of my friends from my old department store job have been asking me to have dinner with them. That makes me feel as though I was once likeable. I love my YODS friends.

I am also grumpy because I had a brief escape plan. I had an audition last Monday for a TV show, but I think I stuffed it up. I had to act all evil and seductive, which will sound pretty funny if you know me, because I am neither of those things. Anyway, I misinterpreted the script and thought I was supposed to be ditzy and lovestruck instead. Also, I had to run through my lines with this 18 year old boy, and I felt a bit too Demi Moore-like for my taste. I felt kinda weird and stupid after that audition. I mean, what sort of 25 year old girl goes around pretending to seduce young boys in her spare time? Actually, don't answer that question...I know that there are plenty of loose girls out there, I saw photos of them in that wretched Zoo magazine.

Okay, okay, maybe there will be less whinging in my next post. Apologies again.

Carla Gypsygirl