bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- different kind of portolio hey, i'm almost at 400 entries. monday we're having a party/ceremony/roast i guess celebrating michael's 15 years with the shakespeare theatre. i'm planing on going, because if there's one thing i loves about my shakespeare theatre, they're good with the free hooch. plus, there'll be actors and stuff i like. i get to bring a guest...wait, did they call it a guest? good, yeah, they called it a guest. i hate it when invites use 'date' or 'escort' it's so.....i'm sorry, but it's so queer. also, nothing will make you feel as adult as sitting down with captian halitosis and figure out your "Portfolio". And not the kind you used to get into grad school. mutual funds? Vanguard? IRA's? Money Market? what the fuck? i'm grateful that i work for a theatre what'll spot me the 403 B or whatever (the not-for-profit version of the 401-k) but when did i become an adult? between this and martha stewart barking into my head that i *have* to make my bed everyday (does anyone really do that? i mean, without fail? EVERY FUCKING DAY?) i feel like a very ill-prepared adult. 9:50 a.m. - 2001-10-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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