Joe's Journals - The Unreal World

July 2, 1999

I'm still trying to figure out what we're going to do over the long weekend. I don't have to work on Monday, so it pretty much leaves everything up in the air. My office is empty again. The tech guy, the only other one that shares this office, took off before lunch. His fiancée is coming in tonight and he wanted to clean up the house...right. He hasn't worked more than 4 hours total in about a week. Not that I blame him. He'll be working about 100 hours next week writing our publishing software, so doesn't bother me at all.

I found out yesterday that I have my own parking spot. My own spot. Too bad I don't drive to work. It's nice to know it's there, however. Damn, if you just heard that I have my own office (1,200 sq feet), and my own parking spot, and I make my own hours, not to mention the good stock option plan I have...you'd think I landed in the big-time. Come to think of it...I have. And I love it a lot! My advice for people out there: seek out your dream job, it may take a long time to find, but once you do, you really feel good about it.

I'm going to knock of early today and see a movie. Big Daddy or Summer of Sam. Both look pretty good. Although there is South Park too...damn, the choices.

It's such a nice day out. When I walked by the bank it said it was 78 degrees out. Sunny. No wind. I'm starting to like this. I sat outside for a while. I have a cordless phone in my office and it reaches across the street. I can go get bagels, juice, or probably even a glass of wine (if I wanted to). If someone calls, I'm right back in the office--or at least they think I am. I gotta figure out how to quiet the busses down a little bit, though.

On another note, ever since I found out Chelsea Clinton dropped out of college, I've been trying to figure out why. I've developed a pseudo-fascination about the whole deal, and her personally. I've been trying to figure out why there don't seem to be any news stories, web sites, or information about her. Government conspiracy? Yes. Maybe their afraid that the media attention will somehow interfere with her natural growth and development. Hey, they should look at the father. Classic. Know how most things are blamed on people's parents. Gosh, I wonder if her therapist is even going to charge her?

There is one web site about her, but it basically says things like, "not much is known about Clelsea...bla bla bla." What the fuck are you making a web page for. Either have some information, or stop wasting our bandwidth!

If anyone out there knows anything...let me know. It's like that feeling when you can't think of a movie, or a song, and you just need to know before you can do anything? That's what I'm going through.

At any rate, I must be going. I've been here since 7:30 (so, I did actually work a full day).