The Big "I"

So today I had my interview with Jellyvision. I'm telling you, the experience was mind-blowing.

I won't go into details, but it was just overall an awesome thing. (That sentence was lame. Sorry, I'm running on less than adequate sleep and I'm burping up Mylanta...it doesn't taste great going down, and it sure as hell isn't pleasant the second time around...)

I remember hearing once to do something every day that scares you. In addition to the big interview, I also made a left turn onto a busy Chicago street. Okay, so I almost hit a pedestrian who looked like Lewis Black...but I did it. I just gunned it and shoved my Indiana-plated Bug right in line. Then I turned up "Boogie in Your Butt" and jammed out down Halsted. (I'm not going to go where my mind is leading me with that last sentence...)

My tongue is blue from the Gatorade I've been drinking since last night. I wonder if it was blue during the interview. Crap. In addition to the blue tongue, I also brought a few friends with me. Yep, 5 gigantor pimples decided to join me for moral support. Ah...the joys of sebum.

Anyways, I am going to take a little nap. Or maybe eat some pizza. Or maybe hoop a little. My hoop was in my car, and I wanted to bring it in the house. They're doing sewer work on Jeff's street, so when I walked by the construction workers got seductive looks on their faces...like it was a bachelor party and Fi-Fi the hula hooping stripper had just arrived. So I twirled it on my hand as I walked to the front door. I think I heard a cat-call or two. Nice. Nothing like the sound of sweaty construction workers and cement trucks in the afternoon.

-T.