TIME TO PRETEND.
today i conducted a "mock-drive" to my new place of work. work is far north, or so i thought. i left my house at 7:01 AM, assuming my journey would require at least half an hour. 18 minutes later there i was. only to turn around. my timely arrival may have seemed a relief to my rush-hour nightmares. yet instead, i am left with my original work departure mystery. on my return, i observed the on-coming traffic patterns with hopes of finding that "optimal window". but then decided it would be better to pay attention to the side of the highway that i was actually driving on.
moving on.
i promised myself starbucks on my trip's completion, for enticement purposes. once at starbucks, i ordered a tall cafe du jour and a NY times to-go. when i arrived home at 7:44 (still before 8AM!) i remembered my distaste for plain starbucks coffee. and then there is the fact that i do not read the new york times. miscommunication with myself, i suppose. let's just blame starbucks and their beautifully crafted white/green post-consumer recycled cups. so inviting! in conclusion, i woke up at 6:58AM for no apparent reason. other than to remind myself that i am intellectually inept, for the paper is still unread. and what good will it be tomorrow. old news, if you will. i may pull an all-nighter. with the coffee i never drank, of course.
Thursday, June 12
Friday, June 6
employment.
I woke up at 7:30AM. From a tylenol-pm induced slumber. A quite nice slumber, actually. Well, despite the fact that at around 4AM I awoke to a latenight rerun of walker, texas ranger. Chuck Norris is not the face I would like to awaken to.
In other news... I have a job. My lifestyle is soon to suffer a rude awakening.
No more late mornings. Turned robe-wearing days filled with countless hours of frivolous, mind-numbing thoughts. Followed by solid nights of mid-week binge drinking.
Good bye dark transitional period, hello 6am.
I woke up at 7:30AM. From a tylenol-pm induced slumber. A quite nice slumber, actually. Well, despite the fact that at around 4AM I awoke to a latenight rerun of walker, texas ranger. Chuck Norris is not the face I would like to awaken to.
In other news... I have a job. My lifestyle is soon to suffer a rude awakening.
No more late mornings. Turned robe-wearing days filled with countless hours of frivolous, mind-numbing thoughts. Followed by solid nights of mid-week binge drinking.
Good bye dark transitional period, hello 6am.
Wednesday, June 4
weekend update.
yes, it is wednesday. and i am just now getting around to document my weekend whereabouts. i'm unemployed, i'm on my own schedule! my weekend never ends, quite frankly.
an eventful "weekend" indeed. the first half of saturday was spent in recovery from the previous night. details of which i will not be discussing. but that's neither here nor there. one cat nap and 5 advils later, it was time to rid myself of the pending regret, and prepare myself for the arrival of my favourite friend and the wild night ahead.
first. a sex and the city showing at the drafthouse. friday night's opening included cosmopolitans on the house. however, we were one day too late, and thus opted for a pitcher of beer. so there we sat, in our black cocktail dresses [laced with cynicism, of course!] mesmorized by the screen set before us. for the most part, i found the film to be entertaining and reminiscent. despite a few unfortunate scenes involving miranda, and well, ALL scenes including jennifer hudson. in the end, i left the theater somewhat bitter. somewhat hopeful. and a little bit drunk.
now it was time for our old friends, LC ROCKS. performing at a cougar filled north austin bar, clearly, we were there for the band. a great show. we drank. we danced. we left with torn ligaments in our thighs coupled with a yearning for men in leather pants.
sunday was comprised of my two favorite activities. book store browsing. and outdoor patio drinking. however, my euphoric day was brought to a somewhat screeching hault as i received an odd rejection-esque phone call followed by a drunk dial. from two different men, no less! and on a sunday?
yes, it is wednesday. and i am just now getting around to document my weekend whereabouts. i'm unemployed, i'm on my own schedule! my weekend never ends, quite frankly.
an eventful "weekend" indeed. the first half of saturday was spent in recovery from the previous night. details of which i will not be discussing. but that's neither here nor there. one cat nap and 5 advils later, it was time to rid myself of the pending regret, and prepare myself for the arrival of my favourite friend and the wild night ahead.
first. a sex and the city showing at the drafthouse. friday night's opening included cosmopolitans on the house. however, we were one day too late, and thus opted for a pitcher of beer. so there we sat, in our black cocktail dresses [laced with cynicism, of course!] mesmorized by the screen set before us. for the most part, i found the film to be entertaining and reminiscent. despite a few unfortunate scenes involving miranda, and well, ALL scenes including jennifer hudson. in the end, i left the theater somewhat bitter. somewhat hopeful. and a little bit drunk.
now it was time for our old friends, LC ROCKS. performing at a cougar filled north austin bar, clearly, we were there for the band. a great show. we drank. we danced. we left with torn ligaments in our thighs coupled with a yearning for men in leather pants.
sunday was comprised of my two favorite activities. book store browsing. and outdoor patio drinking. however, my euphoric day was brought to a somewhat screeching hault as i received an odd rejection-esque phone call followed by a drunk dial. from two different men, no less! and on a sunday?
Thursday, May 29
a reality-tv rebuttal.
While a previous post of mine exuded negativity in regards to reality television,
there are two “reality tv” shows that indeed are ranked amongst my favorite television programs .
Project Runway
Top Chef
Both creations of BravoTV.
Both equally addictive
The shows are based around the obvious, fashion and food, respectively. Aside from the fashion and the food, additional aspects of the show contribute to my obsessive devotion.
the prompts.
Original, Imaginative, Consistent, Etc...
the “artists”.
Talent aside, the majority of the shows’ casts, past and previous, are eccentric, to say the least. A wide variety indeed, considering Project Runway’s plethora of gay men, hipsters, and nut-jobs. And Top Chef’s lesbians and motley crue. Serious entertainment.
Personal Favorites:
Andre, of Project Runway, Season 2.
Where in God’s name is this man from? The “accents”, the frolicking, the crying!
Spike, of Top Chef, Chicago.
Christian, of Project Runway, Season 5.
Nice Work, Bravo.
the job-hunt.
My only “strong” lead, career wise. has become weak to very weak. I had my second interview today, and thought I was a decent contender. But, no, no. After answering questions in which I well, flattered myself, the interviewee looked me straight in the eye and says,
“ You have to be a tough person for this position. Can you handle a lot of yelling in the department. And from other departments. Theres a lot of visibility and pressure. And well, a lot of yelling. We cannot have an emotional person” It was like she knew me right then and there.
Upon my return home, it was back the online job-boards. Where I will continue molding and conforming my cover letter to the liking of each prospect, slowly loosing my sense of self with each letter composed.
Moving.
Although I have not yet obtained a job. And thus have not yet begun the grand search for my little corner of the world. I have in fact predetermined the wall hangings. spatial arrangement of my living room. bedroom. color schemes. And what have you.
You see, a benefit I have received through my unemployment is free time. And with free time, comes frivolous thinking.
Speaking of frivolous thinking, I have also, to much dismay, planned my own birthday party.
Seriously, I NEED a job.
Although I have not yet obtained a job. And thus have not yet begun the grand search for my little corner of the world. I have in fact predetermined the wall hangings. spatial arrangement of my living room. bedroom. color schemes. And what have you.
You see, a benefit I have received through my unemployment is free time. And with free time, comes frivolous thinking.
Speaking of frivolous thinking, I have also, to much dismay, planned my own birthday party.
Seriously, I NEED a job.
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