A day in the life...
Jun. 16th, 2004 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenI'm beginning to understand why my new boss has decided not to keep her current tech--she's Russian, speaks English fairly well, but incompletely and all to quietly to be heard most of the time. And you can't talk to her while she's doing anything. Which is just great for me, her replacement, as I have to figure out how to do everything she's currently doing. Le sigh. She keeps disappearing, too, for various reasons, most relating to her visa and getting a new job, leaving me with little to do. On Monday, I did nothing, just sat and waited for instruction and did not ask to be released when I sat around for 45 minutes before my boss said I could go home. On Tuesday, I read in the interim, which seemed to make her notice that I had nothing to do, so she asked me to proofread her grant. That's mostly kept me occupied today when Naira (the departing tech) kept disappearing. The excitement of getting to make a gel yesterday wore off today as the gel ended up not working so well. Oh well. Here's to better days tomorrow and next week. In a few weeks, I will be working on my own for a stretch of about 10 days, so I guess she's just anxious to get me proficient at stuffs by then.
Observations: The subway is a wonderful thing. Beyond its many conveniences, and, despite inflation, its affordability, it's really a marvelous place to see people. Not to meet people, not even to talk to them really, but to see. To really see. I never see the things people write in books. I've never met a person who looked a certain cliched way. But I meet them on the subways sometimes. And sometimes I think cliched ways of describing them, think about them in terms of their physicality impacting their personalities. That made no sense. Wait, let me explain. Okay, so, the walking cliche I saw on the subway this week: a man with beady eyes. I've never seen one who actually fits that description, but there was this skinny bald guy on the 3 whose eyes were just darkly shaded by his prominent eyebrows (they weren't thick or bushy, they just seemed to stick out far enough to shade his eyes, like Michaelangelo's David, like God meant it for effect). They were so dark and small and roundish...they were just beady. A few days ago, I saw a man on the subway who was quite heavyset and standing. I made up the idea that he was standing because he wasn't allowed to sit, thanks to Guiliani's stupid fascism a long way back where they decided to ticket people who took up more than one seat. Then I realized I was thinking to much about it and moved on to speculating whether or not the girl in the strangely colored pumps had stepped in muck or had shoved a spiky heel through someone's eye. Either way, the back heel was discolored. Weird.
Observations: The subway is a wonderful thing. Beyond its many conveniences, and, despite inflation, its affordability, it's really a marvelous place to see people. Not to meet people, not even to talk to them really, but to see. To really see. I never see the things people write in books. I've never met a person who looked a certain cliched way. But I meet them on the subways sometimes. And sometimes I think cliched ways of describing them, think about them in terms of their physicality impacting their personalities. That made no sense. Wait, let me explain. Okay, so, the walking cliche I saw on the subway this week: a man with beady eyes. I've never seen one who actually fits that description, but there was this skinny bald guy on the 3 whose eyes were just darkly shaded by his prominent eyebrows (they weren't thick or bushy, they just seemed to stick out far enough to shade his eyes, like Michaelangelo's David, like God meant it for effect). They were so dark and small and roundish...they were just beady. A few days ago, I saw a man on the subway who was quite heavyset and standing. I made up the idea that he was standing because he wasn't allowed to sit, thanks to Guiliani's stupid fascism a long way back where they decided to ticket people who took up more than one seat. Then I realized I was thinking to much about it and moved on to speculating whether or not the girl in the strangely colored pumps had stepped in muck or had shoved a spiky heel through someone's eye. Either way, the back heel was discolored. Weird.
