The throat feels better today, but the headache persists. Any sudden movement of the head feels as if the brain is bashing against the skull. It's awful to get sick so soon after starting a new job.
I have worked at this new place for a week now. Somehow I have surrounded myself with people who cannot tell uni from unagi, or Puccini from porcini...mere mention of any of those things just raises question marks on their faces. And the lack of certain amount of tension (whether it be a deadline or a design emergency) in the office makes me feel a little bit uneasy. Oh, did I mention the quartet of carolers in Victorian outfits hired for the Christmas party for the design group? No need to say any further--I feel like an outsider, a stranger. I was not prepared to be so desperately homesick.
John Baldessari, Gavel, 1987
p.s. Today marks my uncle's would-be 71st birthday. He passed away two years ago, after a number of years of estrangement from his family. They never quite forgave him, even after his death.
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