Work and the X-Men
Tattered Tomes July 20th, 2000
Wow! It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Work has been so exhausting that I’ve little energy for anything else. It’s been exciting though. I’ve been speaking with people from all parts of the country, coordinating efforts within our office to return client calls, and addressing problems with the database. I LIKE my job. I’m constantly learning new things, taking on new responsibilities and facing new challenges. My co-workers treat me with respect and seem to have confidence in my ability to take care of the tasks they assign me. There are downsides to the job though. It can be grueling and mindless work at times. The workload is immense. And some of the personalities involved in class action litigation are hard to deal with. But I really thrive on it.
I’m particularly excited about my job because I’ve just been promoted. That always helps one’s attitude ![]()
Tonight, Robert and I are going to watch the X-men movie. I know very little about the comics. Robert and his brother are fanatics though. I hope it’s enjoyable despite my lack of familiarity with it.
Just another quiet Saturday. Woke
General July 16th, 2000
Just another quiet Saturday. Woke up early, grabbed a cup of coffee and went shopping with Robert. I picked up a lot of last-minute wedding supplies: undergarments, make-up, shampoo, and a beautiful pair of earrings. Still have to find Kira (my maid of honor) a present. Robert finally got a haircut–well, more than one–he had many hairs cut
It looks nice, except it’s a tad too long over his ears. I’m so relieved he didn’t go to Supercuts again. Last time he went there, he ended up looking like a hedgehog.
Other than that, I’ve just been playing around on the computer and reading. This poem by William Stafford provided good material for rumination:
You Reading This: Stop
Don’t just stay tangled up in your life.
Out there in some river or cave where you
could have been, some absolute, lonely
dawn may arrive and begin the story
that means what everything is about.
So don’t just look, either:
let your whole self drift like a breath and learn
its way down through the trees. Let that fine
waterfall-smoke filter its gone, magnified presence
all through the forest. Stand here till all that
you were can wander away and come back slowly,
carrying a strange new flavor into your life.
Feel it? That’s what we mean. So don’t just
read this–rub your thought over it.
Now you can go on.
A Poem of Friendship
Tattered Tomes July 15th, 2000
It seems as if many of my dear friends are going through rough times right now. I don’t know what I can do to cheer you up, to make you see that while times are hard, they will get better…that you will not always be trapped in unhappy circumstances. Sometimes the connectedness we experience on-line is shattered. The physical distance that lies between us seems impossibly great. But try to remember that somewhere in the world another heart beats in sympathy.
A Poem of Friendship
We are not lovers
because of the love
we make
but the love
we have
We are not friends
because of the laughs
we spend
but the tears
we save
I don’t want to be near you
for the thoughts we share
but the words we never have
to speak
I will never miss you
because of what we do
but what we are
together
~Nikki Giovanni






