My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

I feel like Bloo in any given episode of Foster's Home . Every possible thing that I could be doing right now is too boring to do. I'm essentially putzing about the internet and incessantly looking at the clock. 2 more hours...that's it. Just two more flippin hours... I am ready to go out and do some shopping (yeah friends and family hook up coupons!) and maybe get my nails done and play some more Guitar Hero and just be free from this place for 3 days. Tomorrow is going to be a most awesome day. It's going to be me, my sister (finally done with her exams and done with college!), Guitar Hero, the Wii...and a bottomless pitcher of margaritas. I. Can't. Wait. I've been looking forward to General Drunken Silliness day for about 2 months now. The job hunt continues and is still very difficult. And discouraging. But I'm keeping at it...it will have to get better. Soon.

Not even the fact that Thursday means "Loaf on the couch and watch awesomest shows ever" can lift my spirits enough to get out of the fact that I still have one more day of work to go. Bugger it all, is what I say. So I managed to hold myself together at Shoestring until the very end when the last show was over. I lost it for a little bit, but came through ok. I miss all of them already, and it hasn't even been a week yet! Today is a quiet and boring day. "El jefe" is out of the office, hence the quiet. My job is boring, hence the boring. So I'm killing time here before going back to the NY Times and surfing about. Dammit, it really feels like today should be Friday! Even after full well knowing that last night was karaoke night, I still feel that I'm not going to work tomorrow because it will be Saturday. Hmmm...anything soap-opera-y going on right now....(thinking)... Oh! The Real World: Bayshore Edition Season 2 is nearing its end and I won't be r

Mad props and respect to Sondheim for today's title. It popped into my head today whilst I was viewing pictures from the Kentucky Derby. All hat pictures. Is one required to wear a hat at the Derby? I only pose this question so that in the event I actually achieve my post-grad goal of winning the lottery and living as a dilettante for the rest of my days, I'll be properly attired for an outing at Churchill Downs. Despite all of the nasty (understatement) history that's associated with the South, nothing would thrill me more than wearing a silly hat and drinking a mint julep at the Derby. Because I can. Or will. Eventually. Hopefully. My current goal is to send out at least one resume a day until I have a new job. While my current job is nowhere close to the atrocities suffered at MoMis or The Evil Place (see summers of 2005 and 2004 respectively as I have neither the time nor the patience to provide proper linkage), it is verging on an appropriate nickname. "The Office

That's where I'm at today with work and this job. I'm over it. Can you believe that they're playing "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" in the break room right now? It's part of the Cinco de Mayo "fiesta" they're having. Maybe I'll go grab a virgin margarita, take it out back and spike it. That will make getting through today easier. Why are weekends so short? We're 1/3 done with the run of Shoestring and I haven't cried yet. I'll probably lose it at the cast party. Man, I hate it when they do events at work with free food. People always encourage you to eat. I never want to. Cheesy office events drvive me nuts. They feel so forced. We had a Superbowl "party" and a March Madness "shootout." I quote these simply to highlight the ultimate cheese factor and fakenosity of it all. It's Friday. I'll make up words if I want to, dammit. Oh well, the new job search continues. I think I'll take lunch early. ROTF