No sleep for you!
Tuesday, 30 December 2003 13:43![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarCouldn't fall asleep last night, so I read more of the Julia Phillips book "You'll Never Eat Lunch In This Town Again." I always think of the book after watching Kid Notorious.
If you go to IMDB and type in "Robert Evans" there are pictures. He really does look like that. It's kinda scary.
But I sat there in bed with the light on, alternating between reading and watching Garret sleep. He is so pretty. It bothers me to no end to hear him talk about how fat and ugly he thinks he is. At 6'1" and 200lbs, he's hardly obese. I wish I had a picture to post for you. He really is a nice looking man.
Sunday we got into an argument after I told him I really didn't want to play video games that night. He got all whiny, then all depressed, then started in on how he feels broke and hopeless about his job because even though he constantly and consistently pulls other people's nads out of the fire and impresses them all the time he doesn't think they'll hire him on fulltime. For the last two contracts we both hoped he would get hired and wasn't. This contract we also hope, but Garret is getting impatient and disillusioned.
This led to our age-old argument about college being a waste of time and money. He knows better than to argue about this with me because not only can he not win, we will argue about it for days on end. I earned my degree -- it changed my earning power. Garret gets narrow-minded and says he didn't learn anything, that he tested into 400-level classes and STILL he knew more than the instructors, adding that it really sucks to be so intelligent because everyone who teaches on a college level either doesn't know enough or uses outdated material to teach from (a surprise to me, seeing as every fricking semester they seemed to be sucking my pocketbook dry with new, updated textbooks from the bookstore).
He complained that hiring managers give precedence to people with degrees. I suggested he go back to college. We argue more about him being too smart to get a college education, that it is an exercise in tolerating bullshit. I insist he change his perspective and just DO what has to be done. He whines more. I elaborate on my point. He gets frustrated and calls me stupid (strike one), then spends the rest of the conversation backpedaling from it. Good. You'd BETTER backpedal...
Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill.
His depressive/cranky/argumentative/hopeless state lasted through Monday. This morning he seemed happier and less anxious about going to work. I have a gaggle of things to do, but as usual I won't get off my ass until 3. It probably didn't help that I stayed up until 2 reading.
If you go to IMDB and type in "Robert Evans" there are pictures. He really does look like that. It's kinda scary.
But I sat there in bed with the light on, alternating between reading and watching Garret sleep. He is so pretty. It bothers me to no end to hear him talk about how fat and ugly he thinks he is. At 6'1" and 200lbs, he's hardly obese. I wish I had a picture to post for you. He really is a nice looking man.
Sunday we got into an argument after I told him I really didn't want to play video games that night. He got all whiny, then all depressed, then started in on how he feels broke and hopeless about his job because even though he constantly and consistently pulls other people's nads out of the fire and impresses them all the time he doesn't think they'll hire him on fulltime. For the last two contracts we both hoped he would get hired and wasn't. This contract we also hope, but Garret is getting impatient and disillusioned.
This led to our age-old argument about college being a waste of time and money. He knows better than to argue about this with me because not only can he not win, we will argue about it for days on end. I earned my degree -- it changed my earning power. Garret gets narrow-minded and says he didn't learn anything, that he tested into 400-level classes and STILL he knew more than the instructors, adding that it really sucks to be so intelligent because everyone who teaches on a college level either doesn't know enough or uses outdated material to teach from (a surprise to me, seeing as every fricking semester they seemed to be sucking my pocketbook dry with new, updated textbooks from the bookstore).
He complained that hiring managers give precedence to people with degrees. I suggested he go back to college. We argue more about him being too smart to get a college education, that it is an exercise in tolerating bullshit. I insist he change his perspective and just DO what has to be done. He whines more. I elaborate on my point. He gets frustrated and calls me stupid (strike one), then spends the rest of the conversation backpedaling from it. Good. You'd BETTER backpedal...
Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill.
His depressive/cranky/argumentative/hopeless state lasted through Monday. This morning he seemed happier and less anxious about going to work. I have a gaggle of things to do, but as usual I won't get off my ass until 3. It probably didn't help that I stayed up until 2 reading.
