So, I didn't sell anything today, I think I'm going to get fired soon. This other dude (my new work friend) who started a week after me also didn't sell anything, and we decided that the best way to avoid being fired is to just leave without talking to our boss in an attempt to wrench another day's pay out of the world of telemarketing.

Then I had Indian dinner. I think food is tastes better when someone else pays for it. (Damn, what a princess-high-maintenance girl thing to say.

Had a much better weekend than last. On Friday, this crazy woman started talking to us from across the bar (because Dave mentioned something about "Curb Your Enthusiasm") and wouldn't stop and she was drunk and obviously crazy so we didn't want to be rude and make her angry but we sure did have to be going in a minute.
As we were leaving, she said to me "You just have the cutest hair."
At which I smiled and said something "Oh, thank you."
So far, this is a normal, polite exchange (with, albeit, a lady we've already established is crazy).
(Aside: Ninety percent of my polite exchanges with strangers involve the phrase "Cute purse," but this is not the first unsocilitied hair comment I've received - my hair is one of my better, more complimentable features; it should be, I paid a lot for it).
Anyway, then the crazy woman goes on "That's MIT hair. You don't see girls at MIT with that long Farrah Fawcett hair. You know MENSA? That's MENSA hair."

Also, I am looking forward to seeing Waiting for Godot. The fact of looking forward to Waiting for Godot amuses me to no end.