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2001-11-06 || 10:27 a.m. || secretary of sorts. || wearing a black sweater and black socks and black shoes light blue dress and humming smith songs and galaxie 500 songs and sipping coffee that is way too hot. not entitled to any of the glamorous aspects of this job classification, the secretarial headset sweater set coffee runs nylon runs. telephones with multiple lines, flashing lights, charming ring. 'while you were out' slips filled out with flair and sophistication always ink never pencil always cursive never printed. the crinkling of sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper and the whir of the electric typewriter. here it is just carpet walls and work ladies as nosy as all get out, swarming like turtlenecked vultures weighed down by thick perfume and cheap jewelry. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |