Excitement.

I am totally psyched today. I was able to actually apply for TWO full-time design jobs in Denver. Jobs that I actually am interested in pursuing and jobs that actually use my skills. With all of the continued design layoffs in this town, I feel like Denver's been a sinking ship.

   Today (at the coffee house) I sat next to the window. The "cup lady" in her Jazzie/Rascal (a regular here) was parked outside. Every time someone approached her she rammed her motorized chair into the window. This would cause her collection of used plastic cups that she hoards in grocery bags and a basket hanging from her chair to explode. Unnerving. 

 

DM + TRUE BLOOD=

If you are a fan of HBO's True Blood and you haven't seen the latest promo for the series, featuring Depeche Mode's Corrupt, then you should do so right now. It's a brooding match made in heaven. (I just realized that this is my second post today involving vampires.) 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5hXBbEbvPg

Back at the Bog.

Kinda boring today, but very productive. Got off my ass and walked 45 minutes to the DazBog in Cap Hill by Queen Soopers rather than the 10 min drive. Nice now, until I leave in the rain in an hour or so. I feel that the baristas here probably are annoyed that I have become part of the furniture. Luckily it's pretty quiet today, with no hullabaloo...

   Yesterday the coffee shop was all abuzz. Seems like 60% of the patrons had just finished auditioning for "Angels in America." Who knew the neighborhood was full of so many aspiring actors? I was looking around listening to people gush over themselves, hearing phrases like, "Dreams come true!" and "Girl, you would be perfect in that!" Now, I'm not one to criticize, but it seems to me that most of them had a hard time carrying on a continuous conversation for more than 10 minutes, so how is it going to work performing in a 5-hour show? 

Update.

Again with the weird homeless action. Walking to get coffee this afternoon, a woman stopped me on the street asking me if I wanted to buy her wedding ring. Nice. I said I didn't really need one today and moved on. 

   Today's coffee house, "Downtown Grind," is unusual. It's 50% coffee and 50% dry cleaning. The poor barista also has to be trained on prepping stained clothing for processing. At one point he had two clothing customers while he was making a batch of "Brain-Freeze Cappuccinos." Working two jobs and probably making minimum wage.  

Knoxville's Finest

It's now day three of my jobhunt in Knoxville, TN. By jobhunt, I really mean hanging out in multiple coffee houses during the day while my sister and brother-in-law are at work. I'm currently unemployed, so we figured it would be a great opportunity to visit while I had loads of time on my hands.

The homeless community here is very different from Denver. Here, apparently, the homeless can come up to you and address whatever is on their minds thinking that you really, truly care.

Yesterday, I was sitting in a gelato shop drinking chai when a severely bearded and tan man barged into the shop and started yelling at me. He "works for the government" and rudely informed me at top volume that he works for "the department that wears black pants and white shirts!" (He was sporting some ripped jeans and a blue t-shirt.) He was missing several front teeth. I thought he was going to spit on me.

This morning I arrived for my morning joe and was approached by a kind gentleman who informed me that the interactive public fountain was "a great place to take a bath or to waterboard someone." He was so happy!

Then the most f**ked up thing happened. Possibly one of the worst interactions of my life. Sitting on the patio enjoying the cool breeze, an older woman caught my attention yelling "Hey you!" She motioned for me to come over and chat. I shook my head but she insisted. So I approached slowly, but kept my distance. Wearing pink sweatpants and a matching headband, she asked me if I would buy her a plate of meatloaf. I said no. Then she asked me if I wanted to "go away with her for a while." She said that the hotel down the street was really nice "'cause it has blankets AND QUILTS." She asked again, just in case the look on my face of disapproval wasn't enough. Mind you she was easily in her late sixties and SHE HAD A BEARD. This is only after two cups of coffee and before 10 am.

I can't tell you if I like Knoxville or not. But I'm not bored. Now I've never paid for sex, and I've never been asked to pay for sex, ever. I guess technically she didn't ask for money...