grendelkhan (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} grendelkhan) wrote,@ 2005-08-16 23:00:00 |
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new macro lens. resume. des moines.
Carin's father took a look at my resume, briefly. I'd like not to be working at a call center for longer than is necessary. While I appreciate the paycheck, I don't appreciate the professional status; I can and should be doing better than this. Hopefully I can draw on his experience of working many, many more professional jobs than I have to get something good out there.
We spent the middle of the day driving down to Des Moines, which was mostly boring and scenic, except for when I yelled what the fuck are you doing?! when Carin nearly whacked a truck. I know it was rude of me, but I stand by that---it was necessary.
Carin's mother and her man Ron welcomed us to Des Moines. The first thing I noticed about their living room as that it's not centered around a television. (I think they have one in another room, for movies and whatnot.) I adore this place already.
This evening, Carin made a confession to me, which she asked me not to talk about in detail. Suffice to say that something she told me early on when getting to know me is not, in fact, the case. This doesn't matter much to me, as I hadn't judged her on it, and am fuzzy as to why someone would lie about it, but she's been telling people this for quite some time, and now she tells me that she's stopping, but she'd like to do it in her own way, at her own pace. Fair enough.
I spent the evening indoors settling down while Carin went out clubbing (gay clubbing, I think) with Ann. (I remember Ann. Ah, halcyon days.) I felt weirdly jealous; I'm not sure of what, or why. I didn't want to be going out, and it doesn't make sense to make Carin stay in when I don't even want to be around anyone at all. This bears further examination.
