Fuzzy Brained Wednesday

Hello.
FYI I feel like I ate cotton balls and bubbles for breakfast. My head's empty. I have 342,378,465,237,846,529,873,465,872,634 things to get done and one very important part of me is non-functioning right now. I took my medicine and ate a healthy meal and downed a Pepsi Max, but I'm still a mindless idiot. I think I'll take the trash out and get part of my living room back. That should help. And if anyone's wondering, I friggin love not being at work all day. @ MyBoss: Don't think so highly of yourself and the effect you have on my life. I get to leave at 1 p.m. everyday and come home and watch hours upon hours of Fam Guy. I mean, I may not have extra money for frivolous things like food or warmth, but I'll survive. In the words of Andy Bernard, "You may have won this battle, but I'll win the next... battle."

My sister has a new blog now too. Fun! I love her. She's a keeper. I added her link to my list on the right so check it out and enjoy!

Yay Mary Kay!

This evening I attended a Mary Kay Bingo rally with a couple friends. One has recently become a consultant and invited us to go along with her to score some free products, or so we thought. We were crammed into a small(ish) hotel conference room with about 100 other women and 2 bags of Cool Ranch Doritos; right away I noticed it was not a good ratio. The emcee was a woman from our area who had crazy high sales and was at the top of the chain in whatever region or section she belonged to. She, very enthusiastically, proceeded to tell us how wonderful and lavish her life is and how her goal is to get every consultant to the level she's at. She called up the upper levels of consultants for testimonials and goals and more enthusiasm about Mary Kay makeup. I hate to say this because I know it sounds like a stereotype or a generalization or whatever, but at one point it started to feel a lot like a cult (or a non-denominational church with too much confidence. Sorry I had to say it, you know what I'm talking about). Anyway, even with the foundation caked smiles and over-the-top enthusiasm I did manage to take something away from the experience: a plan b. These women have managed to create a business and a backup plan for themselves. That's definitely more than I can say for myself at this point. I work for an insurance broker who I'm sure is crapping his pants daily in fear of the government nationalizing health care. There have been other assistants in our office who have had their hours cut already and I didn't think it could happen to me. Well, it's time for me start creating a plan b. I could panic and worry and not do anything OR I could take control of my future and see this as a blessing in disguise. I'm not really into the idea of being a make up, party food, or sex toy consultant, but I would love to have my own small side business. I am considering my options carefully and will post updates and hopefully a conclusion will be reached within the next month.

Thanks for always being there for me,

September

Get Two Birds Stoned At Once

The dress I wore to my work banquet had this half-sweater that went over it and can be worn over other shirts too. I wore the half-sweater to work today with my favorite purple tank top, then notice the hook part of the hook-and-eye was about to fall off. I looked disheveled anyway this morning and with my shirt undone, I just looked like I was out drinking last night and wore that same outfit to work. So, I decided to take a chance and ask if anyone had a needle and thread and try to fix my shirt. Luckily someone did have a little sewing kit so I proceeded to sew the hook back on, totally not concerned what my boss would think. It felt so fulfilling to fix my shirt that I sewed the buttons back on my jacket too. I love sewing and making things and fixing things; it's so therapeutic for me. My next thought was 'I wonder how much more awesome this would feel if I could do this and get paid for it?' Probably pretty awesome. Doing what I love AND getting paid for it - getting two birds stoned at once. (I would love to take credit for that because it's so clever, but I can't. It's from Trailer Park Boys.) Anyway, the whole sewing kit thing made me think about what kinds of things should be kept in my purse .... Maybe later though. This post is boring me to death. It sounded like an interesting subject this morning, but its putting me to sleep now. Can I talk about how my job is sucking the life out of me instead? I don't mean to be a bitcher but goddammit work sucks. Have you ever felt like if you do the same thing one more time your soul might actually leave you in hopes of a better life somewhere else? I'm sure you have. And I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry, soul. I'm sorry you're stuck in my boring life with my boring job and dickhole boss. My roommate isn't any help either. Right now he's playing Saints Row with his friend on his headset. I'm sure it's fun for him, but it's hella lame for me. I'll try this again tomorrow, maybe I can muster the smallest bit of inspiration to write something the tiniest bit interesting.

Peace out.