May 12th, 1976
My job at Garfinckel’s is a culmination of sorts. I cannot imagine a better job. Only a week now, yet I know how perfect this work is. I remember the years of demeaning slave labor at Capitol Hill Graphics. I am essentially in charge of all advertising production. It’s a small staff of talented, charming, wonderful people. Do I sound enchanted? I am, and it makes me heady to have something good and long-range happening in my usually chaotic life.
One fact is becoming eminently clear to me. My lifestyle is non-supportive to my personality. Living alone is not doing me very much good. My solitude chills me when I am here alone. I think what I really desire is a roommate.