So Much Going On

Alas, I have been absent for quite a spell ... again. I think my life may be settling down again. Whew!! Yesterday my body slammed on the brakes for me by hitting me with a 102* temperature. That was my only symptom. That and the chills and aches that go along with a high fever. I slept all day, between lousy Lifetime Movie Network movies, and my fever broke last night. I survived!!!

Last Sunday was my friend's wedding. The one where I was the best man. It was boring, as weddings usually are (IMHO). I gave the toast and it went okay. I mean, people laughed when they were supposed to, and the glasses got clinked. Success!! Also there was the crazy guy who took both the bride and groom by the hand and told them to "get right with Jesus" to avoid the pits of hell. No shit.

I got a job on the weekends to earn some extra cash. So I'm waiting tables again. Ugh!! Not as easy on the old bod as it used to be in my 20's. I'm pulling in some nice cash that doesn't necessarily have to be budgeted. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily kombucha and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what kombucha is, it's this fermented health drink/tea that tastes a bit like vinegar, but it's so good for you. And, well, I like the taste.

Also, I scored the job that I had applied for and got that grueling second interview. I start that job on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait to be stressed out again!! But, hey, it's got a nice salary and benefits. Plus, we can't forget the company car! With the price of gas these days, it'll definitely help. So I now have two jobs, on for paying bills and planning for retirement ... one for mad money! Like I'll have time to spend money when I never have a day off!

I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. Hmmm ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the DNC ... next week it the RNC. I will watch that one too, but it'll only piss me off, I'm sure. So, let's wait until that starts and I'll probably have a few rants.

Say What?

Okay, so I had a second interview today with the company that is very similar to the one I left a year ago due to my misery and stress level. Evidently I am a glutton for punishment, seeing as how I'm re pursuing that career path. The interview went very well, or so I believe. I mean, it lasted an hour and forty minutes. It was grueling as hell! I hated sitting there trying to sell myself to a company that, ultimately, will probably lead me to have excessive levels of stress ... again.

Anyway ... after my first interview, the woman gave me a web site to visit so that I could take a personality assessment test. She told me that, if I were to get a second interview, the questions would be based on my answers on the test. Okay, thank you, bye bye. I got a call yesterday requesting I go in for a second interview, which I did ... today.

The first question they asked me (based on my personality test, I presume) was, "do you consider yourself to be type A?" The second question (no kidding) was, "if someone were to move the stapler on your desk, would you notice?" What the hell type of questions are these?? My answers to the questions were "no" and "it depends" (with an explanation on what it depends). Either way, I still am wondering, "huh?"

I should know in about a week and a half if I got the job. In the meantime, I'm going to try to figure out what they wanted me to feel about my stapler. I hope I gave the right answer. Or do I?

Time to Take a Breather

Wow! It seems as if things have not slowed down at all lately. Everything that needs to get done seems like an emergency and I can't rest until things get done. I've been busy looking for a new job, organizing and throwing a bachelor party for a friend in whose wedding I am to be the "best man", trying to go through and downsize everything I own so that the move to Oregon next year won't be too insane, and trying to not have a nervous break down during it all.

This past weekend was the bachelor party for my guy friend. We went camping Friday night, it rained and hailed and we drove through a blizzard to get back into town for the Saturday night festivities. We drank excessively on Friday night since we were trapped in the tent due to the weather, so we were hung over as hell on Saturday morning.

Saturday night was the big party night with the other groomsmen. We went out to dinner, then to a strip club (yup), then back to the hotel for a stripper that we had reserved to come by for an hour (insane!), then bowling, and finally ... sleep.

Most of it was bearable, but let me tell you ... men are insane. Strippers at strip clubs are preferable because there are set rules and guidelines that MUST be followed, or you get kicked out of the club. Strippers that come for private parties? Well, boundaries aren't really set and insane shit happens!! Thank the gods she didn't come with a burro!! Seriously folks!!! I-N-S-A-N-E!!! That's all I really have to say about that. When I got home on Sunday morning I was so exhausted that I slept for 13 hours. That was the best part.

As for the job hunt ... I'm not sure which direction I'm going with it. I've submitted my resume for all sorts of crap, and filled out applications for the bar scene. It's like I want to do the whole server thing to get back in the swing of things for when we have the bar in Oregon, but part of me begins to panic about things like money and insurance ... so I run off and submit my resume for other jobs. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I had a really good interview last Thursday, but I keep reminding myself that when I did that kind of work previously I hated it and left for my sanity. So, who really knows what'll happen there.

Hopefully now that the stress of throwing the party for my friend is over, I can get back to being irritated about normal things. We shall see. It feels good to be back though. Whew!

A Mamby Pamby Society

I don't know how any of you feel about this subject, but let me just go off a bit about this society that caters to the weak. I am so sick of people who use false illnesses as excuses to get pity. By "false illnesses" I am specifically speaking about FMS ... better known as Fibromyalgia. I also feel this way about CFS ... Chronic Fatigue Syndrome ... and various other "illnesses" ... to me they don't exist. If you ask me, these problems are really just the body reacting to toxins it's getting pumped into it. Every person I've ever met who has one of these "illnesses" is morbidly obese. Not just a little plump, but way, way, way overweight. Obese to the point that I'm surprised their knees don't snap under all the weight. I don't want to go on and on, I just want to say ... these illnesses don't exist. You don't hear of people caving under them in history now do ya? NOPE ... people used to understand that things HAVE TO GET DONE OR YOU DIE!!! Okay, rant over.