Tuesday, March 8, 2011

it's been a week, where are you?

my mom sent me a comment on my blog asking me where i am. call it guilt but we all learned at a young age that when mom asks you to do something pretty easy you should probably just do it instead of complaining. so here i am. no complaining, just writing. that isn't to say that my writing won't be all happy-happy-joy-joy-full-of-positivity because honestly, today was one of those crappy days. you know - the ones where you wake up and all seems to be going just fine and then one small thing sets you off on the wrong foot and then all the other little things that happen probably pretty regularly just seem to be gargantuous in size and therefore really irritate you? well, that was today.

i won't bore you with the details, because honestly looking back it really isn't anything to complain about. i'm just feeling down these days and a little un-needed in this society. i actually feel like i'm a burden most of the time. i mean, i am collecting unemployment. don't get me wrong, i don't sit around all day watching tv and eating bon bons. i apply for jobs left and right. the best ones are the ones that sound so great and then you realize it's a scam. i'm getting really good at identifying the scam emails. you would think they would mix it up a bit. i mean at least change up the "application" or something so each one doesn't ask the same exact questions. and what's with the military question? if i'm in the military or any member of my family was or is in the military does that mean you are going to not pick me to be duped by your stupid brain plot of sending me a fake check, having me cash it at my bank and then wire funds to someone living in the same zip code as you all before my bank figures out that it's a fake check? hell, i can figure out it's a fake check. see that part at the top that says "this check should have a watermark on the back" in small writing? well, that means that if it was real it would have a watermark on the back. i just feel sorry for the poor putz who actually falls for this sort of thing. and no, i didn't fall for this so this is not why i'm pissy today.

i guess i'm pissy today because this job search is just futile. i apply for positions that i am perfect for and never hear from the companies. or i hear from them within 24 hours with a "thanks, but no thanks" note. the irony of it all is that i really don't want to work for anyone else. unfortunately for me my catering business is not taking off. i am about 5 days away from baking up a storm and just slutting myself from business to business in some tight pants and low cut neckline to stand in a parking lot and hand out baked goods to all the fat executive men who get out of their BMW's and Lexus' and maybe, just maybe one of them will hire me to cater one of their poker parties. 

now i'm just ranting. my apologies. 

on a good note, my sister (in actuality she is my step-sister but she really isn't step anything because she's just my sister) is in town. i'm picking her up tomorrow and get to hang out with her for about 24 hours. she's here for work but extended her stay so she can hang out with me, meet BeBe and let me show her what little i know of Texas. it will definitely be nice to see her and catch up over a glass of wine. damn, it will just be nice to talk to someone other than my dog park friends. i mean, i love my dog park friends but i really need to find a life out here. i need some diversity... and i need to get the hell out of this suburb i live in. so today, i throw to the universe a request - please let all the pieces fall where they may but keep in mind it would be really cool to meet some wonderful couple who has a guest house in which they need me and my dog to occupy so i can be their private chef. and it would be really cool if that house was located somewhere in the Bishop Arts section of Dallas. it doesn't hurt to ask, right?

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