Tuesday, June 08, 2004
I don't like to talk about work here, of course. This is a journal of the mundane thoughts. My desk is in the spanish-speaking section; we must have bilingual speakers with such a large market. One of the native mexicans (we have all sorts of hispanics there) has taken to calling me "Jimmy". He at least pronounces the hard j right. It's not "hee-may" but "gee-mee". I want to correct him and tell him to call me "hi-may" like the spanish speakers might, but instead I go through an identity crisis. "Jim", "Jimmy", "James", "Jen", "Jenny", "Jennifer".
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Not much to report. I've had a few interviews, watched a few films, and stayed up way too late drinking with a sweet woman.
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