Sunday, August 23, 2009

Career builders...

I've been looking for a new job. My last job ended abruptly when my boss decided it was a great idea to not pay payroll taxes and steal peoples 401(k) money. It really stinks because I enjoyed my last 2 day a week, do a whole lot of nothing and get paid for it bit. I have to say besides the lousy pay I really had it made there.
In my quest to find a job I've looked on several career sites that post jobs. Most are professional and respectable. I have found nothing. So, on advisement from a friend who is also looking for a job (she too was laid off due to our boss being a felon) I looked on a site that was a free for all - meaning you can buy a car, look for a job and rent a hooker - one stop Internet shop. To be fair this site had more jobs listed than the respectable sites mentioned earlier. However one in particular made me chuckle. It was for a part time admin. assistant position. The pay was pretty good and you really didn't have to have any prior experience. You did however need reliable transportation. I've never seen that listed before. Do you also need a permit to carry a concealed weapon? It may not be that funny to you but I found it humorous and a little scary. Not sure they're looking for someone with a college degree and a dependable minivan (I know I'm the epitome of classy). I think I may have to keep looking ;)
I would love to not work at all and create something that someone wants to buy from me so I can run a business out of my house. However, I'm not sure I make anything anyone would want to buy - especially since when I think I'm in the mood to create I get the supplies out and ready and then my ADD kicks in and it sits there until I clean it up and have the urge again. I suppose I'll find my calling soon. However, right now the baby is calling and that's my job of choice at the moment. However, if the screaming continues I may look into the job with reliable transportation - or the job where I can work the cash register at a convenience store (graveyard shift). Either sound tempting...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A little sensitive...

OK - I'm going to be honest. The fact that no one EVER comments on my posts anymore is hurting my feelings. I understand that sometimes there is nothing to comment on - but a ha ha or a screw you would be nice every now and again. Just sayin...

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Whatever...

Grad school is already a giant pain in my side. No, I'm not going to Grad school. I could hardly make it through the 5.5 years I spent as an undergrad (however, if I took out the Thursday night party and the keg stands I might have had a snowballs chance of making it out of there with a decent GPA - but what fun would that have been). TC is starting grad school. For the next year and a half he will be attending classes 2 hours from Satan's Pants every other weekend. Every other weekend I will be home alone. Every weeknight I will be upstairs alone while TC studies in the basement. Everyday I will cuss him and that too expensive ridiculous school he is forking out thousands upon thousands of dollars to.
I realize I'm being selfish. This is not a post of if I am or am not selfish (this weekend alone I've been called selfish, bratty and ridiculous - to which I say bite me). This is a post griping about the fact that for the next year and a half I will basically be a single mom raising 3 kids and every time I ask for help I'm going to get an "I'm busy studying or working or getting your foot out of my ass".
Since Pres. Bo thinks it's important to essentially put my husband out of business with his top notch health plan then I suppose this is an important investment for us to make. Hopefully grad school will teach TC the things he needs to know to work in a field other than the one he's in and make a good living doing it (which he'll need to to pay of this ridiculous school - his diploma better be made of gold, diamonds or cash). If Pres. Bo changes his mind and decides to be bipartisan on his health care bill then this will teach TC how to excel in the field he's in. Either way win win right? Whatever...
I know it's only a year and a half. However, have you spent a year and a half with an almost 8 and 5 year old and thrown in a baby to mix it all up? If so my hat goes off to you and you're a better person than I am. I haven't and I had no intention of doing so. I enjoy staying home with my boys. I also enjoy giving them to their daddy for some R and R on my part (I know, call me selfish).
I give TC props for throwing grad school into his mix. I commend him for bettering himself and trying to make life for his family better. I just think this is going to be very difficult for me and the boys as well and will on occasion need to vent. So I'm starting now - go ahead and start getting some things off my chest. Here's my question - how my brattier am I going to get when he actually starts?

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The last dance...

This past weekend TC stood up in - what I hope - is his last wedding. One of his best friends finally made the decision to settle down. We were the first - this is the last. I suppose since this was the last then the boys thought they should go out with a bang.
The rehearsal dinner was at a supper club. A supper club is a Midwestern word for old, smelly restaurant. Usually they've been around since the 60's, have the original furniture and the stale smoke smell from that era as well. They also usually have the same wait staff they started with and possibly the same bottles of liquor. They always serve fish - usually beer battered and fried- and there is possibly a marinated mushroom or a relish tray involved. They aren't my favorite places but to each his own.
One of my gripes about weddings up here are they are usually on Fridays (because that's convenient for everyone) and there is usually in excess of 2 hours between the ceremony and the reception. This wedding was luckily on a Saturday. However, the wedding was at 1:30 and the reception didn't start until 6. So, to waste time I bellied up to a bar and drank several margaritas to get the party started. I continued this through the dinner and into the dance. I was getting a little tipsy and dancing like an extra from Flash Dance when I realized I should probably slow it down or I was libel to show everyone my spanks and be truly embarrassed. Now, I'm not ashamed of wearing spanks. If they made them for arms I would wear those too. I also know some of my skinny bitch friends also use the spanks every now and again. However, being the drunk girdle girl was not at the top of my to-do list. So I switched to diet coke and continued on.
TC however did not stop. He continued to party like a rock star. He had some ridiculous conversations with the parents of the groom that I think may have embarrassed them and some "I love you man" moments with the other grooms men. I finally had to tell him enough was enough and I was driving him home. Since we ate at 6 and we danced until after midnight (I know - party freaking animals) TC was hungry and wanted to make a pit stop at Taco Bell. While there TC ordered 2 burritos and 2 cheese wraps. When we finally made it home and he embarrassed himself in front of his parents, he decided to chow down. Half way though his heart attack in a shell he asked me if any of this food was mine because he was sure he didn't order it. Oh for the love. Go to bed already and sleep until your hangover kicks in.
TC and I don't go out very often. We're usually order a pizza and watch The Soup kind of people. However, TC was in rare form Saturday night and I was glad I was sober enough to witness it. I'm also happy I was able to witness the last of the weddings - because I don't have the energy to party like a rock star again this weekend.