August 6th, 2001.  Monday
 

    My mom was asking me the other day "what's wrong with you and all your friends?" when I told her Matt was thinking about not taking his lawyering job.  What's wrong with us?  Why can't we just work 9 to 5 and be happy with the free time we're given outside of that?  Are we just immature?  Just kids who can't cope with the fact that summer no longer really means anything, and that we're actually expected to do productive work between Christmas and New Year's Day?  Nora's on the phone, and she just said something, in reaction to a suggestion her mom made, that if she followed that advice, she be stuck with a 9-5 job, and wouldn't have time to do anything else she really wanted.  In a sick, selfish way, this made me happy to hear.  Personally, it's one of the things I like best about us.

    Caryn seems to have come through for me, and got me a temp job doing some transcribing work for Spin, where she's the editorial assisant.   As coincidence would have it, the tapes I'm transcribing are from an interview with Leonard Cohen, who i've been listening to so much lately.  I also talked to Caryn about the whole anti 9-5 thing, and though that's basically what she has now, she said "but it really entails going to concerts and luncheons" and stuff like that.  It makes me kind of happy, and to a lesser and different degree, kind of sad, that all my friends seem to want to pursue artistic endeavors than regular jobby type jobs. Though it means we'll probably never be rich. And only a slightly bigger chance we'll be any happier than if we were working "regular jobs."  I'm trying really hard to get a job for $20K a year, which I couldn't live on anywhere, let alone New York.  Anyway, time for bed.  Got work in the morning, you know.

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