Book of Job (omg, have I used this title before? hmm.)

Hey, kendra...: Shall.

I'm still looking for a job. It's been a YEAR, reader-san. It's been a year and the best I've gotten is a gig at a bookstore and a 'you're nearly over-qualified' note.

For the record...fuck THAT. I'm over-qualified? Then why are you wasting time writing this note instead of hiring me, huh? Unless said note is the beginning of a job offer, I don't really give a damn. If I had every job for which I am overqualified i wouldn't be cruising careerbuilder.com like a sad mid-forties-and-still-eating-pop-tarts vegas trick, would I?

*sigh*

My current job is deeply frustrating, because although it's books, it's also retail. On a street highly traffiked by tourists and rich mens' wives. With no hope of advancement, because the company doesn't promote from within. Why would they? Apparently nearly over-qualified people are a dime a freakin dozen.

I'm going bonkers.

It's not the job, even, or the searching for a career-starter. It's the fact that my life outside of work is going so well...then I worry about professional atrophy and money. I've been worried about underachieving since I was 3, so I'm used to that. I hate, however, worrying about money. Hate it so much.

Bah.

Meme

Biddle made me do this. Bah. I is nerd.


List 5 things that certain people (who are not deserving of being your friend anyway) may consider to be "totally lame," but you are, despite the possible stigma, totally proud of. Own it. Tag 5 others:


1.Jack

I am absolutely in love with the name Jack. Love it. I only spared my puppy from the name because I can't name my son the same name as my dog and yet I totally would. I would name you all Jack. All of you.




2. Allergen

I'm allergic to cold. To fast temperature changes, actually. I break out into hives if I get too cold, and I went into seizures as a child when I had a MINOR fever. It's a pain in the ass...but see, I have a superpower.

Not a hepful one, as everyone seems to assume theirs will be, but a superpower nevertheless.





3. Serial of Champions

I know more about serial killers than the nerdiest of nerdprovisors. Try me. JUUUUUST try me.




4. I. Adore. Ted. Raimi.

And on the off chance you ever read this, Ted, I adore your talent. Not just your good good looks.



Yes, please.

(oh, and Nathan Fillion, please don't be hurt...I'll totally take you as a silver metal.)


5. As a child, I would have killed to be in a Muppet movie. They seemed like the best, sweetest friends you could ever hope to have. Still woud probably main...at least....to be in Muppet Horror Show.

(Mrs.Piggy as Magenta...can you freakin' imagine!)





5 things that YOU might think are lame (and I might secretly think are lame too), but ostensibly might be proud of.

Now, apparently, "I tag 5 other bloggers who can fill out this meme for themselves."

Kendra Jason Jess Marc Heather

October 10th

Missus Ashley Ma'am-

Happy birthday, beautiful sister. Yesterday, October 10th, you would have been 25 years old. I would have flown home to see you, bought you something cute and something smart. You were a genius, and a beauty, though I don't think you knew it. You were (and are) so loved, babe.

Dante is a wonderful cat, and happy as I can make him. Jake is still a puppy at heart and misses you so much, babe. He'll always miss you...I think he still runs up to the gate when I get home hoping you'll be the one pulling into the driveway. He and Cassie live together now, rediculous as ever. They run side by side, and jake will jump over Cassie as they do. It's pretty damn impressive, actually. When I go visit this weekend, Jake will sleep in my bed, ok? I'll spoil the hell out of your baby.

Because of you, I am taking care of myself. I went to Dr. G and got the medicine and encouragement I need to help myself. Because of your love and dedication to organ donation, a boy who was blind can see now, with your eyes. Mom and David went to place flowers at the organ donor wall. I hope you know that, and I hope you realize how much good you did.

It's hard to live sometimes without you here. I want so much to talk with you, to tell you about my life, all the silly details, and make you laugh. I love you, Ashley. I'm so proud of who you were, and how hard you fought for your life. I hope I'm making you proud, too.

Happy Birthday.

~Jady

Honestly, it's effing quitting time.

I'm quitting smoking and drinking.

I will have a martini with ted this weekend, or possible something pomegranate-flavored. I will not, however, have beers and cigarettes after work and excuse myself because I'm stressed out.

Smoking is not ok because my job is unsatisfying, nor because I will totally quit when I get a new job/have a good day/want to.

Beer is delicious, yes. It's also the reason why I'm still 15 pounds over my happy-weight and feel like crap some mornings.

My sister and my dad are not proof of the inability to avoid addiction. My genes are retarded, but my brain is stronger.

I will honor my sister's memory by living a life healthy and happy. I will honor myself by taking care of my body and dealing with my pain in a positive way.

Depression is a bitch. But I have meds for that. No need to self-medicate.

Nicotine is poison. I wouldn't eat tobacco. So I will not be supertarded and smoke it.

I'll smell and feel better. Food will taste better. My lungs will start to heal. My body will begin to flush out toxins. I will help with water and fruits and veggies and excersize.

I love my family and my friends, my boyf and puppy and kittzen. They love me too and want me to be healthy.



affirmations are silly and yet I feel better after writing this.

because now, dear reader, you can cheer me on and remind me to do the walkin' that accompanies this talkin'. Y'heard.