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So, I Got the Job! But There's a Downside...

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 04:19:44 -0500

It’s about a quarter after 4 in the morning. I got home from my restaurant job around 3:30. I have to wake up at 8 so that I can leave the house by 9 to make it to West Palm Beach to be at my new job by 10. I have to leave that office by 2 so that I can make it back to Boca in time to get ready for the restaurant job, which I won’t get home from until about 3 or 3:30 in the morning. Again. And then I’ll have to be back at the office in West Palm by 10. Again.

My head hurts just from writing that schedule, so working it should be twice the fun.

I love this photo. Fabio Borini exhibits what could be...

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 03:54:54 -0500

I love this photo.

Fabio Borini exhibits what could be described, in an understated fashion, as mild frustration, after missing a scoring chance against Portsmouth on December 16, 2009.

Dear Raging Bitch and Castrated Man on the Treadmills Next to Me:

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 19:19:17 -0500

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I come to the gym to get away from petty, everyday bullshit. Why do you insist upon talking NON-FUCKING STOP, loudly, right next to complete strangers? You got yelled at? At work? Boo-fucking-hoo, you sackless cry-baby. That’s how business gets done. I’m sorry daddy isn’t holding your hand at the company meetings. Why don’t you see if the wife will let you take your balls to work tomorrow? It’d be nice to get them out of that jar she keeps on the nightstand, wouldn’t it? You could get them some fresh air, maybe make a decision or two, and even stand up to those mean ol’ co-workers who don’t like your ideas.

And you, ma’am, are not helping. The way you constantly berate and belittle your husband in front of others mean you probably treat him worse at home. Maybe if he wasn’t scared of the next time he was going to be verbally whacked across the nose like a puppy who just peed the carpet, he’d actually handle his shit at work. Instead, he tucks his dick between his legs (which would be quite easy to do without testicles, I’d imagine) and saves all his whining for you.

Now shut the fuck up and make those treadmills go somewhat faster than two snails fucking in molasses.

What I ended up wearing for my interview. Black wool dress...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 17:35:00 -0500

What I ended up wearing for my interview. Black wool dress pants, white cotton oxford shirt, black silk slim tie, black Italian merino wool sweater.

The sweater was something I didn’t think about until I noticed it in my closet as I was lamenting about wrinkles in my shirt. Problem solved!

Rocked It

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 14:01:39 -0500

What can I say? I’m good. I don’t want to get too excited before it’s official, but i think I got the job. I’m trying to contain myself, but I already made four phone calls because I couldn’t keep it to myself.

Tonight Was...Interesting

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:27:06 -0500

It may be the least amount of money I’ve made in a long time, but it was still a good night.

I met a music producer who wants to hear a demo and could possibly find me some gigs around town, or who could at least be another contact in the industry.
I only had one boss working tonight instead of two.
I didn’t have to be there until three in the morning the night before my interview.
And I almost got to witness a porno being made.

Yes, there was supposed to be a dick flick made in the upstairs lounge section of the restaurant, but the talent never ~~came~~ showed. It would have been interesting, to say the least, but I’ll take coming home to a shower and my comfortable bed over watching something like that any day.

Fuckity Fuckity Fuck

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:22:57 -0500

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

My interview just got moved from 10am Wednesday to 1pm tomorrow. Fuck. I have to be at work in 40 minutes, meaning I have no time to look for an outfit. Did I mention fuck? Looks like I’m going with dress slacks, shirt, and tie after all. The good news is that I’ll be able to sleep in a bit before going, so I won’t be wired on caffeine and acting all ADHD during the interview. The bad news is that I have less time to do the background research I wanted to on the company. So yea: fuck.

hammerito: lovelierwords: (via likeneelyohara) Badass. Look...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:08:10 -0500

hammerito:

lovelierwords:

(via likeneelyohara)

Badass.

Look at this fucking hepcat.

From my photo titled “Alternate title: Our Didier Drogba...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:28:06 -0500

From my photo titled “Alternate title: Our Didier Drogba of Guadalupe”.

It’s late in the year, but I propose this comment for the award of “Missing the Point 2K9”.

Jordan

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:05:14 -0500

illustratedexample:

I’d go with a nice shirt and tie. I assume you’re applying for an entry level-ish gig so I wouldn’t think the place is going to expect you to be dressed to the nines in a suit and everything. Or if you really want a jacket/blazer go to somewhere like Mens Wearhouse and try on jackets till one fits right. Even if you try on 50, one is bound to be good enough to last a few weeks/months.

The job market sucks but I doubt they’re gonna put much stock in the outfit, especially if you rock the interview.

That was my other line of thinking. I have a really nice pair of pants that I actually wear for work and wash every night, and if I paired them with a nice shirt and tie, I could pass for Business dress during the interview. I know that I’m going to rock the interview (and even if I didn’t think so, why would I say it? It’s all about confidence), I just like to look nice. I applied for a bunch of restaurant jobs just to make money, and which one did I get? The one where I talked to a manager in person. I’ve applied to a bunch of jobs online, but which one do I have the best chance of getting? The one where I get to meet a person face to face and charm the shit out of them. My smile, my sincerity, and my passion for the music industry should be enough to get me the job, I would just like to know that I didn’t cost myself the job because I wasn’t dressed appropriately. I like your line of thought, though, so thank you.

Fuck

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 02:35:48 -0500

I have a problem, guys. I have a job interview on Wednesday and no suit to wear. I found the suit I want but both my mom and my dad think it’s too much for a suit I might not be able to wear forever (I’m the size I am because my current job makes it hard to eat right and go to the gym. If I start working out consistently again, I’m going to get bigger in the chest, back, and arms, and it won’t fit the same). Honestly, though, this suit fits me so well that I’d avoid getting bigger just to be able to wear it for a while. Somehow they’re not sold, though, so I’m left trying to find a solution. Do I find pants that match my vest and wear those with a nice shirt and tie? Do I cave and find a cheaper suit that doesn’t fit as well? These are questions I have to answer in the next 36 hours, when I’m not working or sleeping. Son of a bitch. I wish I could afford to just go to a tailor and have them make me a suit, but A) this isn’t the Philippines, where you can get that done for $50 and B) I’m not a self-made millionaire yet. C’est la vie.

The Suit is Haunting Me

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:39:33 -0500

NOTHING has fit the same before or since. Sonofabitch, I’m gonna end up paying for the whole thing myself.

Damn You, Hugo Boss

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:53:53 -0500

I found a suit that fit me off the rack like the designer had my measurements in mind, but apparently my dad isn’t too keen on spending close to $1,000 on a suit for me. I’ve offered to split the cost with him, so I hope he agrees.

CBS Voodoo

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:00:55 -0500

The CBS crew stated how long it’s been since Dan Carpenter missed a field goal seconds before Dan Carpenter missed a field goal. Then they said that there hadn’t been any catches today for Torry Holt two downs before Garrard connected with Holt for a 63 yard bomb. This crew has powers, and it’s scaring me.

hammerito: So, this arrived today. Thanks mom. Yes, I’m...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:53:52 -0500

hammerito:

So, this arrived today. Thanks mom.

Yes, I’m watching football in this. No shame to speak of.

So are you going to be one of those cool monks who brews beer, or one of the ones that has to take a vow of silence? Do we have to call you Friar Mike now? Are you going to shave a bald spot into the top of your head? Will they still let you use your Mac at the monastery? How’s Rosey dealing with this? You know, now that you’ve taken your vow of abstinence and poverty.

<3 You, Metabolism

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:13:21 -0500

I’m sipping a drink heavy on booze and creamy liqueurs and about to finish off a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked Fro-yo. Being 21 means I can run a mile or two tomorrow, do a few crunches and look better than I do right now. I’m gonna miss this someday.

Whatever

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:09:17 -0500

I’m pretty sure washing down an antibiotic with a martini defeats the entire purpose of the antibiotic, but whatever.

Drink Up, Motherfuckers

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 03:49:44 -0500

People who don’t think vodka and tequila can mix well can eat a bag of dicks. Try my new recipe:

2 parts Belvedere
1 part Kahlua
1 part Creme de Cacao
1 part Patron XO Cafe
2 parts Baileys Irish Cream

If you don’t like that, you don’t have taste buds. Seriously. Delicious and alcohol-heavy.

Alternate title: Our Didier Drogba of Guadalupe.

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 14:52:02 -0500

Alternate title: Our Didier Drogba of Guadalupe.

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Sat, 12 Dec 2009 14:20:38 -0500

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