At my first job ever, my boss was a staunch Republican. He advertised the company on the local radio station during Rush Limbaugh’s show. I hated the fact that we HAD to listen to the show because “people coming into the shop will want to hear it”. Too bad *I* had no desire to hear it - that’s right, at 15 I knew Rush Limbaugh was a wank.
But this… this really pisses me off:
And for further discussion by Michael J. Fox, check this video:
I didn’t realize his Parkinson’s had gotten this… severe? Intense? It made me sad to see him like this, and it makes me seriously, seriously want to do something to help people like this and people like my great aunt who has Alzheimer’s. Where do I even begin?
(heh, for the record I had to specifically look at a calendar to see what week # this past one was.)
So, let’s recap things, shall we?
That “utility issue” was taken care of and now I have a much better deal for my internet, tv and phone in my apartment. I even managed to figure out how to set up my internet from one company to another (which wasn’t nearly as simple as plugging my router into the new modem, surprisingly), AND I made my connection secure again. Hooray for me!
I went on a second interview for a job out in the suburbs that I was pretty sure I would get. Of course I got the phone call Friday afternoon just after 5 that they decided to go with another candidate. This lead to all sorts of things such as:
1. Wondering why the hell I moved to Chicago in the first place. You know how when things are currently bad you can sort of see the past with rose-colored glasses? Well, my rosy glasses painted my last major Florida job as being the best thing since sliced bread, and the fact that I knew my former relationship would never turn into anything serious, as a means to think, “I had it better down there.” Of course, I moved for a reason, and I did get my degree, but it was hard to come to terms with it during the course of the week.
2. Wondering if I shouldn’t move to Massachusetts to start “new” by living closer to my dad and that side of my family. I’ve sort of put this thought on hold for the time being because I know moving would cost more than somehow coming up with my rent.
I found out I’m not “needed” as a Teaching Assistant this semester and TOTALLY took that personally until I talked to a couple former professors who were once on the schedule themselves (in semesters past) and suddenly found themselves going from 5 classes to 4, to 3, to 2, to 1, to none. In every sense of the word my former college is a corporation, and that’s just how things go there.
I went out with the “he’s so cute” on the phone guy. It was a spur of the moment thing on Friday after I got the no on the job and I was surprisingly upbeat when we went out… I did get the ‘wow, you’re fat’ vibe from him, though. Maybe there’s a chance I misread him, but I haven’t heard from him since, so it’s quite possible that I won’t hear from him again.
Today was the Maui Marathon. I’m in Chicago. ‘Nuff said.
The sheer quantities of pep talks I’ve received over the past week has been nothing short of amazing. I do know some great people, and I’m really aiming to make the best of what I’ve got here - even if right now it doesn’t seem like much at all.
Aside from the obvious reasons, whomever decides they dare to enter the bonds of holy matrimony with me had better be one patient mother effer.
Why?
Well, I was up crazy early this morning, and as a side effect of being up crazy early, I was thinking of entertaining thoughts to keep myself awake (instead of opting for, you know.. coffee.) So here’s my latest thought:
I’ve got 3 people in mind to be “IN” my wedding party… I want there to be a mutual bet of sorts between each of these ladies where my part, should I win, is that I want them to stand up at my wedding and dance what I call “the Britney dance”, but really, it’s just the chorus part of Oops, I did it again.
(It still boggles my mind that someone took the time to do this - but it also justifies that I’m not the only person who digs this little dance thingie - Oh, and PS, you can watch it on mute from 2:40 to 2:19 to see the “dance” in question)
I realize this song isn’t very wedding-y, but the cheese factor of doing the dance in a white gown while my bridesmaids do it too? TOTALLY me.
I am willing to compromise though. If all 3 really are vehemently against Britney, then we can do the dance from 3:41 - 3:20 of this:
They can wear their own dresses and shoes or whatever. Who cares. I just want to get my ladies dancing.
I’ve been talking on the phone with a guy who, every time I hang up the phone with him I giggle and say out loud, “he’s so cute!” He’s genuinely nice on the phone, has offered great advice, considering I’m still a relative stranger, on the job front… Hell, he’s in Boston for work and he called tonight to wish me luck for tomorrow.
My fear? Well, he ran the half marathon this past weekend, and has run Maui and other full marathons before. While I feel like I’m a reasonably attractive person, I know that I’d probably look a million times better were I to get back down to that stupid average weight I once was unable to move from. So my fear is he’s all healthy and in shape and will look at me and think psha, right! Or worse yet? Oh hon, you’ll never be marathon material.
Granted, if he does actually think either of these things when we finally can meet, I wouldn’t want to be with someone like that anyhow… But, it just sucks because I tend to be attracted to smaller-framed guys… and I am not a smaller-framed woman.
September 10, 2007 at 3:16 pm
· Filed under life, questions
It’s kinda eerie, for no real reason, that 9-11-07 is a Tuesday this year. I’ve been sitting here today (when I wasn’t observing my pores under a magnifying mirror: did you know I have freckles/beauty marks on the left side of my face but not on my right?) thinking about what my life was like when it all happened and how different things are now. A new state, a new degree, a new cat, a lost (deceased) cat, singlehood, cityhood, unemployedhood.
Hell, most of those apply to 9-11-04, which was the year I spent that anniversary in the hospital with my pulmonary embolism. Good times… good times.
With all the changes though, what was most surprising to realize is that the two major people (aside from family of course) I was most worried about on 9-11-01? Not talking to either one of them. I’m not particularly bothered by it, but I am amazed how things change and how quickly it all happens. How is someone so important that you learn of a world tragedy and cannot rest until you know they are safe, to a few years later you can’t have a conversation without it ending in name calling?
I’m going to admit something here: I really really wanted Britney Spears to wow the VMAs this year. Kinda in the same way she did back here:
But yeah… like everyone is going to talk about, she looked scared. She looked nervous. She looked like she would have nailed some of those dance moves if only she were wearing something more like what she had on during rehearsals perhaps…
I think she was on the right track by doing the VMAs in the first place, but I’m really bummed about her performance.
In other ramblings, today was… in a word - dull. I sold some things on eBay last week and the money from it is in a Paypal nether-world. I literally had no more than 4$ on me today (and that’s from cashing in change at the grocery store), and 2$ in the bank (better than a negative balance). I did get out of the house and go sit on the lake for an hour or so, contemplating the idea of getting a boat instead of a job, but thinking better of it.My boredom, combined with some utility nonsense that came to light earlier this week, caused me to ramble [read: bitch a bit] at my mother when it sounded like she was pro- other team. She wasn’t, but I laid into her like she was because in this whole stupidity, I know I am in the right. I apologized, but still feel a bit bad about it.
Oh, and one more thing: this Wednesday I should be getting on a plane to Maui. In theory, I should be mentally and physically prepared to run 26.2 miles next weekend. The fact that I’m not any of those things really makes me feel weak. Admitting that? Not fun. What will I do about it? I refuse to answer.
Every time I think it’s possible that we can be friends, something stupid happens and I’m reminded that we’re really just not good for each other.
When I get in one of those “ugh why did he make me feel like this” thoughts, I always wonder if I deserve it. Is this how you’re getting payment for the things you’ve done for me? My emotional hell is money in your pocket? The strange thing about it is you don’t even realize you’re making me feel the way you are. And God forbid if I try to explain it to you - you’ll dance around it to the point where I’m questioning myself again.
I wish things could be different, but really… it’s better this way. Sometimes you are what I wish I could eternal sunshine, but really what I need to erase are the feelings that I deserve this - because I don’t. I’m a good person, I have much to offer, and the fact that your presence and actions make me question myself? Well… that’s just got to stop.
And the quickest way to stop it is to go back to when we weren’t speaking to each other.
So, I’ve taken to downloading the latest episodes of The X-Factor, which is essentially the UK’s version of American Idol (Complete with Simon Cowell), but as most things go when you try to translate a British show into an American show - it’s so much cooler than American Idol.
But, here’s my question:
(I love her audition, even though in the second episode a bunch of people sang this song and butchered it..)
50 seconds into this clip you can see a skyline behind her - and it’s Chicago.
???
A UK show, where the auditionees are only in the UK, but the background behind all the auditionees is Chicago?
