Later On, We'll Conspire

Well, tomorr0w's Thanksgiving... and you know what that means... tons of radio stations playing nothing but Christmas music for the next month. Actually, for some inane reason this has already begun in Chicago, because now there are two "warring" radio stations each trying to outplay the other with happier and more joyous Christmas music, so, naturally, the holiday spirit had to start the day after Halloween, probably in hopes that one of the stations would make someone out there irritated enough that they would kill the entire staff of said radio station just so that they wouldn't have to hear sleigh bells on Veterans Day.

Keep in mind it was 70 degrees here a few weeks ago... hardly the time one wants to be listening to Winter Wonderland.

However, apparently global warming is taking a vacation tomorrow and the greater Midwestern area will get spanked royally by a very-Christmasy snowstorm, completely defeating the purpose of my rant and putting everyone in a holiday mood.
And of course--
Snow makes people idiotic. Happy and giddy, sure... but snow + the average person driving? It's as though everyone got slapped in the face by a idiotic stick.

Sigh. So much angst. Here's my turkey. Merry ChrisThanksgivingmas

MY NIGHT SKY WOULD BE THIS BORING

As you might have guessed, I still have not heard from any of the companies I applied at. This has killed my imagination. I have become a zombie with no creativity. I even went to the MCA today... and was in love for about 30 minutes, and still...


the second I walked back in here, I became a shell.


Dramatic!

Yes, My Body is Really Kind of Deformed.

The accuracy of this picture should not be disputed. I do have a disproportionately large stomach that seems to just barrel into my legs which are extraordinarily thin.

Like a bouncy ball with toothpicks coming out of it.

Well, I haven't gotten a call about a single job I applied for yet. Really disappointing. Makes me just want to scream bloody murder. Or just wander around with a dispassionate look about me like some sort of abandoned bird.

I have the day after Thanksgiving off, so thats some kind of solace. My brothers will be home from school, which will also be a nice change of pace.

Maybe if I didn't have the equivalent of a female beer belly I would be more likely to get a job.



Oy.

I'm excellent at it.

If failure was an Olympic sport...

Mobility: Easier.

For the first time in my life, I own a car. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous, if you know me. I have been, since I was 16 years of age, the friend who always needed a ride, who couldn't go anywhere without some poor slob of a friend driving ten miles in the wrong direction to pick my ass up... WELL NO MORE! I can drive myself! When I go to the gym with my girlfriend for our yet-to-be-attended spinning/yoga/ormaybeaerobics classes, I will drive my own sorry out-of-shape body!

Take that, world!

(Yeah, its a navy blue Nissan Sentra. Yes, I know this is like a 30-year-old salesman car. Shove it.)

I was in the paper business

Richard made my day today.


Rich is this incredibly nice and funny older man who works in our office part time because he's "bored" with his retirement. He is just the nicest guy-- the kind of guy you want for a grandfather, or imagine the friendly old man at the park to be. Not in a creepy way. Just an honest-to-God sweet old man who makes funny jokes at weird times.

Anywho so on days like today where I have a lot of boring, idiotic stuff to do, Rich and I have "talks" and we talk about the inefficiency of the company we work for, the weather, the general state of affairs with respect to traffic, baseball, or construction in Chicago... we're the two lowest of the low here, so we commiserate. Me and the 76 year old guy who had a stroke.


The point of all of this is, today we were talking about working and this job and how I want a job in an industry I would feel more comfortable in... and I asked Rich... what did you do before you retired?

And Rich, ladies and gentlemen... was in the paper business. He was the (no lies) REGIONAL DISTRIBUTION MANAGER FOR AVERY DENNISON.

Rich is my damn hero right now.

Two color rainbows.

When I drink a whole lot of caffeine (i.e. Red Bull... or any other large energy drink) I get terrible stomach aches but the jittery, too-awake-for-my-own-good feeling is really wonderful.

On another note, screw the CTA. I took the train this morning (Metra) and arrived at Union Station at 8:05. I then proceeded to wait for the 151 Sheridan bus for 35 minutes. When we finally left at 8:43, I was 13 minutes late to work. Then, we decided to drive behind a garbage truck all the way down State Street.

I was 50 minutes late to work today. WTF is that. I'm sick of being late because I have a two hour commute. I hate that. I really REALLY hope that I get called about that other job soon. Need to get out of here...

Well, today is Wednesday, the middle child of the weekdays, and we are incredibly short-staffed today and the phone is ringing off the hook but I wanted to update with a new MS Paint, and with some novel bitching.

Hand sanitizer just exploded out of the container onto my shirt.


Super. This day has just been great.