Saturday, Feb. 9, 2001 - 10:12 am
Okay, so the work situation is still a wee bit annoying, but I'm dealing. The place is a bit interesting. The main entrance does have an antique firetruck and full-size replica of a byplane in it. Why, you ask? Because bored rich people feel the need to distinguish themselves in some way. They either become president Ahem!, or they decorate their businesses in some totally unnecessary way.
Why do you think Trump Tower has a goddamn waterfall running through it?
But I'm not bitter. Oh noooooo! Not me. I enjoy working like a slave for $11/hour. It brings me closer to the lumpenproletariat-elite that I long to join. That's why I read Salon.
Riiiiiight, that's it. It has nothing to do with my star-fucker love of Nothing Personal, my voyeuristic thrills satisfied by Mr. Blue, or my Silicon Valley thirst quenched by the In-Box.
Dear God! I'm an addict.
