novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cogs and more cogs. i am at New Job. in my cubicle. i have pinned up pictures of friends and kids from Old Job. Two bright plastic san franciscan snow globes are gaurding my computer. New Job is located in the heart of the oakland city center. on my lunch break i walked through the microcosym of shops wedged between a cluster of buildings. no streets, just walkways. no cars, just people in varying degrees of power suits. men in khaki. women in pumps. five dollar salads. a book store. smoothies. there are trees planted in the center of the walkway with donuts of cement circling them; on these donuts are little pleather cushions where the women gently perch. the men plop down and sink their heels unconsciously, as if the concrete beneath their highly polished shoes would give way like dirt. i feel just like jane fonda in the movie 9 to 5. 12:46 pm - 08.20.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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