kinda hurt

So, I've been working for my current company off and on for the past three years. They were really flexible when it came to my class schedule, and they were also happy to accept me back, part time after graduation.

It has its benefits and its pitfalls, but for the most part, I've been happy. It's not a place that lets me use my creativity or my writing skills, but it's not the worst job in the world. (Being a bank teller was the worst job in the world. I'd scoop elephant shit for 12 hours straight before I ever went back to being a bank teller.)

But today I was really hurt.

It's easy to tell when someone is going to say something that will offend you. It's not in the way they're looking at you, or their tone of voice or anything. Nope...much simpler.

They will say, "No offense, but..."

Which, loosely translated, simply means:

"Look. I am going to say something to offend you and most likely hurt your feelings, thus making you want to jab a dull salad fork into my right eye. However, because I have forewarned you, you are not allowed to feel or do any of what I previously mentioned. In other words, I'm saving my ass and justifying being a complete assjerk." (Yes, assjerk...)

And that's how it started. Although I'm never invited to staff meetings, because the board room was occupied, they held the staff meeting in my part of the office. There was talk about moving people and desks and whatnot (I was too busy actually working to hear), and then I heard one person (a person that I honestly like), say, "No offense but..."

(Sweet Jesus, here it comes...)

"...I don't really care where we stick Tiffany. It's nothing personal, it's just that she's part time so it doesn't matter, ya know?"

Hold the holy hell up.

You know, just stick me out back by the dumpster...that would be great. Because, you know, it doesn't matter. I'm only part time...

Crap...I need to make it through this audition. At least give me some hope!

-T.

oh my gosh...i've lost touch with my youth.

So I'm working on my audition, and I've realized that I feel a little bit out of the loop when it comes to what's going on in adolescence these days...

...I feel old.

first to end all firsts...

Well, it's Monday and after my computer tricked me with a "blue screen of death" false alarm, I thought it was going to be typical.

Not so, my friend, not so.

Went to lunch at the Mexican joint up the street. Half-price margarita day.

So 3 margaritas and one Pacifico Cerveza later, I'm at work and I'm buzzed. That's a first.

Holy crap.

-T.

ha ha ha ha

One more thing...lookie what I found when I Googled my name out of boredom


Rockin' it as Gwen Stefani back in 2006 for the Karaoke Nitelife Impersonator Challenge.

Damn I have a long face.

Okay, now I'm really going to bed.

ah...sunday...

I drank coffee until 5pm this afternoon. Why? I've been hammering out the draft of my Jellyvision audition.

I'm happy to say that it's coming along fairly nicely.

It's funny, I haven't really written much because I've been so absorbed by the job hunt, so it's a really nice break for me. I like being absorbed by a writing project again...even in those moments when I want to pull my eyebrows out in frustration.

On a different note, no cats shit in the foyer today.

Instead they decided to drop a pile at the bottom of the basement stairs.

Goodnight!

-T.

pooped.

I'm pooped. Max's first little league game was today. Good times.

Other than that, I have to research for the writing audition.

friday...i'm in like

Today has been pretty good. Jeff went in early this morning to fill in for the morning guys and was back by 8am.

Woke up to apple pancakes, orange juice, sausages (this word makes me laugh), eggs, and fruit.

We took a little nap because, well, naps are just nice every now and then.

The Jellyvision Writing Audition arrived in my inbox this afternoon. Woot!

The rest of the night will consist of the following:
1.) A trip to the Dollar Items store on Lincoln to take pictures of the nonsense we found during the clown hunt last Saturday.

2.) Dinner. I wanted eggs Benedict from Golden Angel...Jeff thinks that eggs Benedict combined with beer and cocktails is a bad idea. I guess I agree. No gut rot for me, thanks.

3.) A trip to Horseshoe for some Rockabilly/Bluegrass with the Hoyle Brothers.

4.) A trip to Martyrs for crazy marching band tunes with Mucca Pazza.

5.) A trip to Goose Island Wrigleyville for sexy bluesy music with Miss Jackie and the Sass.

Holy crap. I'm glad I took that nap.

P.S. Go Cubs. Kick the shit out of the Nationals...please.