Do - Re - Mi - Fa - So So So

So there are seven definitions for the adverb So. Isn't that amazing - seven definitions for such a tiny word.

So

Why do I bring this up you ask? For as long as I can remember my family and I have used this word to start almost every sentence we mutter. Note the previous blogs etc, and really it's kinda weird.

Of course my favorite definition from the link above is:

"Apparently; well, then. Used in expressing astonishment, disapproval, or sarcasm: So you think you've got troubles?"

Of course after reading this I begin to understand my family now, a group of disapproving sarcastic bastards that are terrible at expessing their true feelings when it comes to anything resembling an emotion. Astonishing I know. ;-)

I now find myself playing a where's waldo with my so's. *sigh* It doesn't get much better than this people.

Happy Happy Joy Joy

So I have finally gotten off of my apathetic ass and done something for myself. I've been through about 20 interviews give or take a few, and all have ended in rejection...obviously. So much so that when I was called again this week for a phone interview I did my best to have a "whatever, don't care about you attitude" - and trust me by the end of the call I was 90% sure they were not going to call be back for an interview. Lo and behold, however, I get a call yesterday for an on-site interview. I was stunned, actually I think I'm still stunned. If I had known that the Jimmy Buffet, suck my toe attitude worked I would have used that 7 months ago.

This of course all happening after I had decided to finally make changes to what I'm doing and consider a new education program:

Commercial Music Management

I guess I look at it this way - I have finally bought into some insurance for my happiness. So if this next interview doesn't work out, I'm seeking alternatives. Now doesn't that make everyone feel better...yea me either. ;-) What did you expect an entirely shiney happy post? I think not, note the time.

It's finger lickin' good

So I beleive I have just witnessed the most redneck commercial on earth. It was a commercial for KFC which is appropriate enough. I know what you thinking - yea we know - KFC has always been alittle red in the neck how can you not be when you sell chicken in a bucket right? Well now they are at new levels...

The commercial is promoting itself as a sponser of Dale Earnhart Jr., the famous NASCAR race car driver. Wait for it. In normal commercial style there are beautiful women eating greasy KFC chicken (yea right), long shots of Dale standing next to his "KFC/Budwiser" plastered car, and of course the famous gallon bucket of KFC. Wait for it. The new bucket is beautifully designed (if you can say such a thing about a chicken bucket) with checkered flags, a picture of Dale, and his long red number 8 car. Ooooohhhhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhhh

This seems like a normal enough commercial doesn't it? Ok are you ready?

At the end of the commerical it is boasted that KFC encourages you - that's right encourages you to collect all FOUR "collector" Dale Earnhart Jr. chicken buckets.

*Double Take*

No way - collector chicken buckets, are you kidding me? Can you see this:

"Look honey I got all four, let's sit em up on the mantle all pretty like...we'll just turn the grease spots toward the wall"

*Shudder* Maybe this is all just a dream *click click* there's no place like home *click click* there's no place like home..........

This one sucks, don't read it.

Do you ever wonder if life is just one big philosophical experiment? Yea me either. Moslty just a series of very annoying events. I introduced more options into my life today by looking at a community college website, which just happen to have the program I have always been interested in. Or atleast think I am. See this is the true problem in life for some of us - never knowing what we want to be when we grow up.

I thought when I finished high school, it would be best to follow my parents advice get this high tech, high intelligent degree. And even though I busted my ass for 5 years, it was actually starting to pay for itself. Now I find myself on the otherside of the hiring line, and all the disillusionment that comes a long with that.

IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!

I almost feel like a child all over again, faced with big "Adult" decisions and not knowing which one is the right one to make, even though there really is no right or wrong.

Yea, blah, I got nothin witty for today, or even mildly sarcastically funny. Blah.

Music always says it so well

Look who's laughing now,
That you wasted how many years,
And you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now.

-Jack Johnson F-Stop Blues

Family - The hits just keep on comin'

I've decided that family is just another group of assholes in the world designed not only to exlempify your weaknesses but also to remind you that the only unconditional love on earth comes from a dog. Ironic given my last post I know.

So last week was my birthday, whoohoo, go me - yea let the depression begin. Wow 27 years gone by and what do I have to show for it - alot probably by most people's standards, but I am a true generation X/Y and know it's just not quite enough. The perfection fault in me just won't let sleeping dogs lie.....bastards.

Anyway on to my point, so while I'm already feeling beat up internally about my current life situation (unemployed and generally unhappy about it) my brother makes his obligatory once a year phone call. I would say that my brother and I have a love hate relationship, mostly we just love to hate each other. In my opnion he makes it easy. ;-)
So here we are at my phone call which is pleasent enough, and then we get to the end. In typical brother style he says his 5-6 jerk statements about how I'm so lazy, and I should just go get a job and stop living off the system, blah blah blah. Apparently he has traded in his shards of glass for a new glass house full of stones.

You know the amazing thing though, these comments didn't actually phase me - my reply only was "well it was nice talking to you, have a great night, goodnight." I guess I am getting gentler in my age. What has made me mad enough to write about it tonight is the fact that he called my mother and told her everything he said. Basically driving her to tears, what a nice son huh? So that kinda pisses me off, as he has no right really to call her and make her all upset about his asshole ways.

You would think this was the end of my story wouldn't you? No there's irony here...after my mother finishes telling me this evening how it upset her, and how he shouldn't have said those highly critcal things on my birthday, and how inappropriate they were, she made the commment (as she always does)that I need to make sure and watch my figure, as that it is very important to these companies I'm interviewing with.

*Double Take*

Family....what a bitch.

Dog - It's what's for breakfast

There's really nothing like waking up to your dog pouncing on you while in bed, and then hearing him run into the dining room to chew on your brand new very cool dining room chairs. Now you watch, in about an hour he'll be hitting his first nap of the day - dead to the world - sometimes I wish dogs understood pay back. Although I guess if they did, they wouldn't provide unconditional love - I'll take the unconditional love, even if he chews the nice chairs.

Perhaps I should say a few words about myself today - get some of my personal angst out as it has already been taken out on a telemarketer and a dog. I'm 27 currently unemployed - which as I go into my 7th month of it's really not that fun anymore. Actually it's never been fun. I would like to clear up the misconception that while I am on an "extended vacation" I am on unemployment, which does not allow one to do all things that one would like to do on an extended vacation - such as oh I dunno - travel, shop, eat expensive dinners.

Where's my sugar daddy when I need him. Damnit.

One moron, Two moron, Three

For those of you who know me and those of you you have yet to know me, I will explain that I am not a morning person. Although I don't mind being awake in the morning, I don't care to be talked to or looked at or just generally interacted with. This is really an unfortunate attitude, however, for Telemarketers who happen into my path any time before noon. Why am I telling you this you ask yourself - well of course because it just so happens one lucky telemarkter made that mistake today:

RING RING RING

My Inner Voice: Grrrrrrrrr

*Looks at caller id*
Out of Area

My Inner Voice: Grrrrrrrr

CLICK - ANSWER PHONE

Me: Hello *bark*

Unfortunate Telemarketer (UT): Hello, Mrs. Bollinger?

Me: You have the wrong number! *bark* *bark*

UT: Oh, no I have the wrong name not the wrong number. *cha-ching*

Me: *growl* I doubt it my number is listed as a do not call *BARK*

UT: Ohhhh, well I will immediately remove your number from our list. *deflated*

CLICK

My Inner Voice: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *bark, bark, bark*

Anyway I digress, well again for those of you who know me, you know I'll be pissed off about this all day, but I will keep trying to convince myself otherwise.