I'm having a lot of immature-12-year-old humor with this site. Guess what kind of words I'm putting in? Hee hee hee.

Holy Shit! I want one of these badly. To be my own action figure... Wow. I'm going to start planning what I'm going to get. As long as they put my head on a big boobed, tiny waisted, long legged barbie body, I'm happy.

Three days back at a job, and I'm already back to obsessively checking my email and perusing web sites. Hopefully they aren't tracking that shit here. I've been reading this huge ass manual thing and messing around with Word files and just basically getting a feel for how things are run around here. But I am now ready to do some real shit. I need some sort of project to do or else I'm going to sit anround and worry about getting shitcanned again.

Last week was my media exposure week. On Monday, I was in a local TV commercial for Rome Ford. My one line was, "Where DID I park my car??!!??" It was a great day. Lots of fun. Even if I discovered that I am not one of the great actresses of our time. Apparently, the skills I learned in the acting classes I took in community college were not useful. Or else I never really learned any acting skills. Watching them shoot the spots was very interesting. I haven't seen it yet. It's not going to be shown here in Rochester, just in Rome. I got to have a kid in the commercial. He kept kicking me and wouldn't speak. Shy, I guess.

And then on Wednesday, I was on the radio for some stupid dumb dj thing. I thought 99x in Atlanta had the worst DJ in the world with that Toucher jackass, but the crown has been passed to a douche bag named Bender on 94.1 the Zone here in Rochester. I was just calling to find out what happened to Loveline. The bastards took it off. Anyway, when I called, he said he needed a 'chic' to help him out. I did it. And I don't think I sounded that bad on the radio. Maybe I missed my calling.

Here's my first official post from my new job. I have an office, a nice big monitor and a window with a gorgeous view of the parking lot. This whole getting up early, while it's still dark is getting old fast, but I can be home by 5ish everyday. Good times.

This past weekend was wonderful. Having a good friend visit makes all the difference.

Ok, back to work. But I really haven't figured out what the work part is yet. I hate the first week on a new job. But so far this place is working out ok.

Man, this really bums me out. I'm not a huge country fan, but I always thought Waylon was real cool. Him and Johnny Cash have to be two of the coolest country men around. Now it's just the Man in Black.

Ok, I take back the last post. The recruiter chick just called me back and I GOT THE JOB. Woo-hoo!! Here's the rock horns. She told me that I was the only person that they interviewed. I guess I totally blew away the competition since there wasn't any. And then she told me that they were impressed with my references. Good times.

On the bad times side, I'll be making lots less than what I was making before. But it's a lot more than I'm getting from the damn unemploment. It might not be my dream job, and I'm pretty sure there is no Margarita Friday, but I am excited because I think that this position could turn into something pretty bad ass in the next couple of years. And I get my own office. :) Yes, I am obsessed.

I officially start on February 18th. Good times again. I have a week and a day left of freetime. What should I do with my last vestige of freedom? I don't know, but I think it should involve a lot of drinking. I think I'll have Margarita Monday thru Friday.

I called the recruiter chick back this morning and she was on another call. I left a voice mail and now I'm just waiting for her to get back to me. Maybe something happened and I didn't get the job. Man, that would so suck ass. I called her back a couple of times and she's always "on another call." Get off the damn phone and call my ass back! I should've woken up earlier this morning and called at 7 when she gets there. Instead I slept in until 8:30. That extra hour and a half might come back to bite me on the ass. Maybe they found another person who was better qualified and didn't totally lie about knowing PowerPoint and Access. All I said was that I used them before. That's not a lie. If they thought that meant that I had some sort of expertise in those particular programs, I can't be held responsible.

Today was a very good day. I really don't want to jinx myself, but I thought the inteview went REALLY well. I might be joining the working world yet again. Instead of an unemployed slacker, I'll be an employed slacker. The recruiter left a message that she had good news and that I should call her back first thing in the morning. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I might have gotten the job. Good times. And I would be working in my own office. :)

And on the personal front, I'm going to have an out of town visitor next weekend. :) Best day I've had in a while.

Sticking it to the man!

Worst. Job. Fair. Ever. That job fair gets 1.5 unemployment checks. What a waste of time. I was there for like 3 hours and only actually spoke to 3 HR people. Most of the time was spent waiting in line. The longest wait was for this place that charges you a shitload of money to 'aggressively market' you. Whatever. Yeah, I can afford to give them $10,000. Everyone in line though it was a recruiting place. And I waited in line for like 45 minutes. And had to listen to these two 20 year old girls still in college make fun of what everyone was wearing. We were all fooled pretty good.

There were a lot of babies there. Why do people bring their babies to a job fair? And what were some of the people thinking that showed up in jeans and sneakers? I saw some cute boys there, but didn't talk to anyone. I didn't feel too bad about it. I figured that they were also unemployed. Why do I want to date someone who isn't working? Ha! That would actually be cool. I'd have someone to hang out with during the day.

And I do have an interview tomorrow. Woo-Hoo!!! Yay! It's at 10 in the morning. Hopefully my interview suit still fits.

There's a chance I might have an actual job interview this week. It's been awhile since I had to interact with other people in that situation. I hope my people skills haven't gone down the shitter.

Still snowing. They are the big pretty fluffy flakes, but after last night's adventure with the "Black Ice," I really need snow tires. I have to make the call again. Sigh.

My refrigerator seems to have only two settings. Off, so nothing is cold and everything is spoiled or So Fucking Cold That Everything is Fucking Frozen Solid. I've tried every setting on the dial and there doesn't seem to be any middle ground. I could probably just leave everything out on the counter, it's so cold in this place that nothing would spoil. But that just seems wrong. I had a tuna sub from Wegman's (best subs ever) and I put half of it away for later. Later came and I went to eat the sub and it was FROZEN!!! Tunasicles are NOT GOOD. The baby carrots weren't bad frozen. Those were the only edible things in my icebox anyway.

This site is a little creepy. I'm digging it. I was trying to figure out where I knew the music that's on the first page from. Then it hits me... Bon Jovi used it as an intro to "Tokyo Road" on their 7800 Farenheit album. (That's the second album from the Jersey boys for those people who aren't familiar with the Jovi Rock Lock.)

7800 Farenheit is a pretty decent album. It's got some good tunes on it. But, it also contains the worst Bon Jovi song ever... "King of the Mountain," Horrible, horrible, horrible. It's still better than any Creed song though. (and that's not saying much)

Oh my god! The Visor has risen from the dead!! Woo-hoo! Unfortunately, the PortaFish and PortaKitty didn't make it through the resurrection. :(

Yes, I am hung over today. Whew. All I want to do is lay on the couch and take naps and watch tv. But I have to get up and ready and go to a Super Bowl party with a bunch of married employed people. Good times. I'm just being sarcastic. It's going to be fun. Last night was a lot of fun. It ended a little early around 1 or so, but we started early so I guess it's ok. Lots of good times.

Off to the showers.

Hello, my name is uber-productive person. I got so much shit done today. Feel very proud of myself. Especially since it's really shitty outside. The wind is so strong that it actually blew the big ass board thing above the BugJar down. They closed that section of Monroe Ave from all the chaos. I'm going to walk down there and see what's up. (Or blown down) I wonder if the plans for tonight have changed. Rochester is going to have declare martial law. Streets are being closed because of "falling debris." Trees are on fire because of falling wires. I'm just waiting for the looting to start.

And I switched my bank to a local bank up here. I'm going to keep my Georgia account until all those lucrative unemployment checks stop rolling in then I'm going to tell Bank of America to stuff it.