September 12, 1999.

"And now you make me feel so ashamed, because I've only got 2 hands..."

- the smiths

I have no idea what that means. Something dirty, no doubt.

The weekend has gone swimmingly, despite the fact that I've worked both days. I adore this job...second-level store support, which means that I get emails, faxes calls from the Help Desk relating to specific database issues. Then I fix them or notify someone to fix them, fill out a log, and I'm done. I get to wear jeans and alternate mornings and afternoons with the other temp...which means that every 2 weeks, I can go clubbing or some other agreeably tartish activity.

The pace is also nice. It was slow yesterday, but since we were training on the system, our day was more or less filled. Today there wasn't a single call. I sat & chatted with the other women, surfed a bit & read 14 chapters of Noise. I could very easily get used to this.

So most of my weekend was taken up with that. But there was also an extended visit from the Boy last night, who's reveling in his rickshaw-free weekends and more than willing to search me out while I'm tied to home with this job. When you grimly prepare for 3 months of long distance relationship, it's more than nice to get a reprieve. But I'm more convinced than ever that it is in this direction that my immediate future lies...for even with amusing evenings once a week, I still cannot bear for us to be apart.