it's monday...again

But if you're on the wrong coast - it's tuesday. So I've been doing this job search for as long as I have been blogging in my pj's. I hate how going to an interview, the HR person or whomever wants to be "your pal" and will say something funny but when you think it's safe to laugh - they just stare at you. Or they ask some random pop question about how you would handle situations?

I mean what if you're having a bad day and some loser exwhatever ruins your evening and your life - if someone is having an issue with what you've done for them - aren't you going to explode? I don't know about you but I think it would be pretty tough for me to sit back and play shirley fucking jones to some jerk ranting about a design problem.

And that's another thing. I've gotten this far and dropped a nice chunk of change on school only to well you guessed - not know what I want. I'd be crazy to enroll in classes but guess what I'm going to kick a dead deer in the head and go back to classes. I must be begging for trouble or a way to get away from student loans.

ps&btw: I'm all shocked and awed over the brad and jen break-up. I stared at my live strong bracelet but I don't know that I can livestrong when those two are going seperate ways...

le sigh

premiere

This is not our first blog. For the last x amount of years we've been banging out postings on a livejournal. Yes, that little place where we cry woe is moi? Sometime around 12/31 and 1/1 we decided it was time for a change. A more grown up approach to this thing called blogging.

And ok everyone and their granmother has one these days. What sets mine apart from everyone else? Not a whole lot. I'll post that random image or link I just can't wait to share with as many people as I can tell at once. Or not.

Here's to first introductions:

The time I started a new job and realised the reason I wanted to bag groceries was to meet the really hot manager guy (he got fired that same day).

The time I tried to drive stick and realised I didn't put the truck in drive.

The guy I thought was really annoying who later became a SO for a summer and a half.

Moving to CA only to realise I was not going to see Simon Le Bon on the corner of Sunset singing some Duran Duran tune.

Leaving Texas with a box of cd's and wishing I was still in my old bedroom.

Going to college with a suitcase and wishing it was over.

Graduating from college and thinking: what's next.