What a Long Strange Trip It's Been

Just found out that an old friend is now an on-air reporter for the ABC affiliate in Minneapolis. He looks like a grown up. He wears a tie. He talks in that news reporter voice. I'll leave his name out of it to protect his rep. But let's just say that we did some things in college that do not reconcile with any of us having grown up and certainly not being someone on TV. Giving out information. That other people take seriously. Potentially during a national crisis or during a time of war.

In fact anyone who was in the car on that infamous road trip to North Jersey to buy Dead tix for the Spring shows should have "I'm an idiot" tatooed across something. A word of advice. If you show up at a large stadium, let's say for instance, the Meadowlands, the night before a concert tour goes on sale, and no one else is there....? No one. Not one other car in a parking lot designed to hold THOUSANDS of other cars. You're probably in the wrong place, and are not actually going to be in the front row of every show where you will have a chance at becoming best friends with say, Jerry Garcia. No sense waiting around for security to show up, and definitely do not try to start a campfire in the parking lot. Just get your ass over to Passaic.

Yes, if you read my blogs you know that I have issues with growing older. But 40 is the new 30, so if you're in your 30's are you just doing your 20's over again? And should anyone have to do their 20's again, really?

New Year, New Everything

I have accepted a new job with the intention of using that as a first step to reclaiming my life. Working till 10:00 p.m. is fine for musicians, lawyers, hmmm, who else.... not me. Middle managers should not have to work till 10 p.m.

Although I may actually now have to dust off my brain and use it for more than surfing the web, it might be nice. And while I am sure that eventually I will want to slap the shit out of someone, so far I like everyone at my new job a lot. Which I definitely can not say about the crew that I'm with now.

Just a comment - I've been reading a lot of blogs lately. Lots of great ones - tomatonation, thecompanybitch, dooce etc. And I've been reading the blogs of some people that I would normally call "friends". And found that if I read their blogs, I don't really like them so much anymore. One in particular, is someone that I think I like quite a lot. But on her blog - asshole.

What's up with that? Does blogging ruin real-life relationships?

Damn You Mark Burnett

This guy gets me every time - why oh why do I care about Rock Star Supernova??? Why do I get sucked into these stories?? I don't know, but I do. Who is Gilby Clarke and since when was there a hot guy in Guns and Roses? Does Zayira realize that when TOMMY LEE says you are
f-ed up, you better check yourself into some kind of treatment center? Sigh.

Some things about my job:

• I supervise about 30 - 40 people. This is a fact which both fascinates and astounds me.
• I have fired people so many times I can't count them all. I no longer feel bad about it for even a second. I've learned that they deserve it.
• I have the type of middle management job that requires me to "work" for no more than 30 minutes per day. The rest of the day I try to entertain myself on the internet. I'm running out of things to read so if you can suggest some good blogs, bring it on.
• Sometimes I tell my employees / co-workers that I am going to a meeting and either go shopping or go read a book in the park. This will eventually backfire.
• I am so bored that I also spend a lot of time sending my resume out for other jobs. I was recently interviewed for a job that would require me to spend a lot less time on the internet. I am slightly nervous about this scenario.

WWCBD?

One of the most annoying of all the people with whom I am forced to interact professionally is obsessed with and fancies herself a real-life version of Sarah Jessica Parker circa Sex and the City. The worst part of her obsession involves her use of strappy sandals as a visual aid of her love of SJP. As she could never afford Manolos or Jimmy Choos, she buys her strappies at Pay Less. My favorite pair is fuschia. She wears these with boring pants and button down shirts and oh, did I mention that she's about as feminine as Pat on SNL? And has the same body type? That's right...imagine Pat in khakis and a button down white blouse and fuschia strappy sandals from PayLess. Now, brace yourself. She NEVER gets a pedicure. Never even paints her own toenails, not even something boring like Ballet Slippers. Instead, she cuts her toenails as short as they will go without bleeding. And she has that white white skin that is so very white and never gets any color and is always very white with the chewed up toenails. God help me.

Use As Directed

So, I'm sure it will become an ongoing theme in this blog, but I, have serious issues with depression. Very few people in my life know this, though. Just a few know that I take medication and I have always downplayed the severity of my condition. So, like many people, I'm sure that I will use this blog to discuss the situation. Anyhow, recently I read the book The Halfway House by Katherine Noel. As I was reading, I got really mad at the manic depressive character for not taking her meds. And then I realized that I never take my meds as directed. I'm supposed to take them daily and I only take them once or twice a week. no idea why. So I decided to start taking them and HOLY CRAP! Do you normal people feel like this all the time??? I've actually gotten out of bed more than 10 minutes before I have to leave for work. And I exercised one day! And I haven't cried on the bus once!

People are still gettin on my last damn nerve though.