1) It turns out my job with the Fund is *quota-contingent*, something conveniently left out in the web content, interview process, introductory literature and first-day orientation. Everyone I was hired with two weeks ago is long gone and we're down to three people in the office: Sara the canvassing director, Zach -- who was hired at the beginning of *this* week, and me.

2) In terms of fundraising, we're making our best money street canvassing in the shopping districts around the city, our worst at the universities (where students' meal plans, library check outs, sometimes book store purchases are included on their ID cards, relieving them of the need to carry cash and plastic). Yet, for some reason, we keep on going back (i.e. being sent back by Sara) and wasting five hours at places like SLU and Wash U.

3) My best day in terms of fundraising ($145) was Wednesday... which was also the day a random man *spit* at me when I asked him if he had a minute for the environment.

I was going to quit Borders anyway. I had no better guarantee of having employment there at the end of the week than I do at this gig. But, at the same time, if I'd known this job wasn't the guaranteed, 9-to-5, Monday-Friday shot I'd been led to believe, I wouldn't have given up the modeling jobs I did.

Fortunately, we're up to Friday of the second week and I haven't been fired yet. But we'll see by the end of today.

Somewhere in the boxes in my storage unit, there are 16 individual T-120 VHS tapes labeled "The Prisoner." They belonged to my father, who was a huge fan of the show. Somewhere else in the unit is a paperback copy of "The Prisoner Companion." Also his. I've never given either much examination. I will someday. In the meantime, I'm very sad to hear about Patrick McGoohan. But then again, dear Daddy now has yet another person to meet in whatever ether/universal waiting room we all may or may not go to (along with John Lennon, Freddie Mercury and Johnny Cash).

I'm breathing fire here, guys, so I'll keep the rest of this entry brief:

New job. (nothing has been quite so satisfying as telling Borders "I quit.")

New job I can put on my *journalist/activist/queer chick resume* and not my customer service one (Field Manager-In-Training for the Fund for the Public Interest).

Invited two friends to go and see "Milk" on Tuesday. Neither even bothered to call or text message me back. *shrugs* I've probably earned some of that, since I didn't get back to Caroline before New Year's about ice-skating. But, then again, she had her fiance with her. And Rene. Eww.

Had a date two weeks ago (with a man) and have another one this coming Saturday (with a woman).

Canvassing in freezing weather is infinitely more rewarding than making coffee for mall rats/playing "queen of the playground" with an ill-tempered alcoholic. It may be the most rewarding thing I've done since writing the Arkansas articles for Vital Voice.

Have been watching more Classic Who -- Patrick Troughton this time. Have fallen a little in love with Frazer Hines (boy in a kilt -- who wouldn't? And he clearly enjoys touching the doctor. A lot.).

Bought a new fun hat for canvassing. It kind of looks like Jayne's hat from Firefly, but pink and purple. Goes well with the red hair, German army coat and the cock necklace.