Snickers and senility and snogging.

IN THE NEWS: Doctor Who producer Russell T. Davies has announced that in the latest appearence of the Daleks for Series Three, he will be going for the retro look--the episode is said to take place in Manhattan in the early sixties, and is to feature Dean Martin and Doris Day look-a-likes as the Doctor's new companions.

Now you have to admit--that one really is rubbish! But I had fun with it, anyway.

So, forgot my lunch again. Only had three dollars on me--and I was out of bread at home. So, between my breakfast at 6am and my dinner at quarter to ten tonight--my lunch consisted of 2 slices of rye bread from the loaf I'd just purchased, a Snickers bar and several cups of coffee. I will say something about my new office--it has fantastic coffee! And I don't even like coffee all that well, except after a good meal maybe, or with a donut or something. But it keeps me awake, I'll give you that.

Lousy day at work today...only made 4 scores all day, and not one over 50 dollars. Lately, I average 100 dollars an hour during pledge drives--made less than 200 dollars today--terrible! And then I had to sell in the morning...but couldn't sell any golf or cooking club memberships all morning, and when switched to doing the college fund drive--had very little results there, as well...new boss not happy!

Have to try harder, tommorrow. Hard tho', what with all the disasters (Buffalo, NY just got hit with a devastating blizzard last week, that caused tons of damage) and the lousy economy (despite what Bush and his nazi's--whoops, I mean republicans say, the American economy is in the toilet---just spend the day trying to get money out of people and you know this very quickly.

I had some amusing moments though--one elderly lady couldn't remember what she told me she would donate--wavered back and forth between 30 and 52 and 60...she just couldn't decide! I suggested the middle figure, but in the end she went with the highest one--works for me. Another woman, said she cancelled her subscription to the cooking club, because she nearly burnt down her kitchen twice...forgetting to turn off the gas burner.

I got asked today if I had a guyfriend...said no. Hoped to leave it at that. But, no...no such luck. Was pressed on the issue--admitted I simply didn't care about dating anymore--and, would you belive, the girl came right out and asked if I had a girlfriend? I mean, if people want to think I'm gay or straight--fine, no probs, makes no difference to me. But I have to ask myself: Why, pray tell, do these people all assume I'm gay, just because I don't have someone to snog from the opposite sex? Geez louise! Give me a break, why don't you?

So I've not been snogged--so what? There's truly worse things out there, believe me when I say that. I really don't care...but this girl--just seemed unable to grasp the "old maid" concept.

Ah well..maybe I can pull that bit like that straight French condom salesmen did in one of my favourite foreign movies "The Closet," and use that "gay discrimination" card if the company ever decides to lay me off, ha-ha!