Ornithophobia

2009-03-25T10:27:00.003-04:00

Last Wednesday we decided to move an additional roomate into our home. I figured we would save money, have extra help around the house, and, quite frankly, I thought it would be fun. Today is ONE week later and he's moving out.

Guess I made a poor decision.

Why, you may ask? Well, if I described him as a PMS'ing grumpy old man with the maturity level of a three year old, would that paint a good enough picture?

I had a couple of friends in town this weekend and he wanted to tag along. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if you ask to "tag along", you pretty much give up any activity decision making authority.

Well, we decided to go to the strip club, mostly because roomate number three was having a bad night (and that's where she works). On a side note.... she told me she was a bar tender at the strip club.... BIG SURPRISE. It's an alcohol free club and she "bar tends" from 2 liter soda bottles and a coffee maker. WOW. That's something to throw on your resume when your trying to move up in the world and work at McDonalds. There you get to use a soda fountain and a milkshake machine.

I digress. So new roomate (he's roomie #4) was not happy about going to the strip club. Now, I get it... The three of us girls weren't enjoying the show, but we also weren't offended by it. A body's a body, no? So roomie #4 loses it and starts yelling about how we FORCED him to go to the strip club and he hates seeing vagina. (I'm saying, we gotta make sure we keep him away from the Met. He might have a panic attack.)

And it all pretty much went downhill from there. The next day he freaked out about deer droppings in the freezer (don't ask.. because I don't understand). So long long long story short, the kid needs some stabilizing meds and .. a new place to live.

On a side note....You may be thinking, one week? You didn't even give him a chance?!?! Well, a wise gal reminded me that MOST people are on their best behavior when they first arrive somewhere... So I'm thinking.. if this was the best he could do, then it was doomed to begin with.

2009-03-24T11:11:00.004-04:00

Solitaire. I'm getting really good at it. If there were an olympic team... I may just fit the bill. I temp. I temp to pay the bills and to maintain flexibility for when I want to do some work within my field.

Here's what I don't understand. Three out of the four last temp jobs I've had were so slow that I had absolutely nothing to do. That's right, folks... 75% of the temporary positions that I work at have NO WORK FOR ME. I know what you're thinking... "Why would a company waste money on a temp when they just sit around?" If I only knew the answer. Your guess is as good as mine. With this wayward economy, you'd think people would cut corners. Well, apparently, I'm single handedly taking down these poor businesses one by one. "Where'd that extra money go?", they'll ask at bankruptcy time.... To which, I'll cower, slowly raising my hand saying, "It probably went to the temp."

Today, I've already banked 3 hours and 14 minutes of SOLID solo card playing time. My eyes now see in only red and black and I only register numbers from 2-10. If only solitaire were a two player game, I'd rival any challenger, but alas, solitaire wouldn't be solitaire if it required more than one person.

2009-03-24T10:33:00.004-04:00

I started this blog six years ago and I'll have to say that I'm a wee bit embarrassed. I'd like to think that much has changed in my life, but alas, even though I've acquired a degree and plenty of grey hairs, not much has changed.

With the ever depressing economy nowhere near an incline, I moved from the flashy lights of Hollywood back home. With no job in the foreseeable future, I am doomed to temp my life away.

I decided to utilize this blog as an outlet for my temp rants, my ever exciting roomate saga, some quasi heated political thoughts, and anything else that pops up... You never know, I may even share a short story or two.

Enjoy.

2003-05-19T03:30:00.000-04:00

Ornithophobia: The Fear of Birds. This blog has absolutely nothing to do with birds or maybe it does. Maybe a slightly traumatic experience that happened to a child when they were at a vulnerable state may have, in fact, altered their mind forever. Maybe you will never get it. It's 3:30 in the AM and I am rambling. It's time for me to shut up now...