Moving Day

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This is exactly what's wrong with America

I am watching the Big in '06 Awards. That's the first problem, that this awards show even exists and that there's nothing else on to watch. Who the hell cares who had a good year in 2006? They gave an honor to Brittany Spears for being a "Big Momma" and having two kids in 17 months. I had a huge year in 2006 and I am certainly not the proud owner of any new trophies.

They give this one award for the biggest comeback. It was presented by Joey Lawrence and Mario Lopez who I guess are considered to have had comebacks because they lost to Emmett Smith on "Dancing with the Stars". The nominees were The New Orleans Saints, Rosie O'Donnell, Al Gore, Howie Mandell, and David Hasselhoff. If I had to pick from this montley crew I would go with the Saints. Their big comeback in the Superdome was a huge step for the city of New Orleans to recover from the hurricane. But, David Hasselhoff won the award. Who voted for these things? What the hell? I didn't know that appearing in an Adam Sandler movie (Click), being a judge in a reality show no one has ever seen (I don't know what it's called), and having this video on You Tube was considered a comeback. It pretty much fills me with a rage previously unknown to man.

I guess people voted for him because they know not to Hassle the Hoff. But seriously, what is wrong with people????

Two Weeks Later

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Things have been a little nuts. First I was home in NY for the week of Thanksgiving. It was very nice to go home and chill out for a while. Then, upon my return to DC I had to undergo some medical tests for my mysterious side pain that required anesthesia. Let me tell you, those were some crazy drugs.

So, this weekend brings about December and I am trying to get into Christmas mode. I am working on the annual Christmas letter that Angel the Pig and I write and I am planning on decorating the apartment for the holiday. It just depends if I can manage to get out of bed amid the cold front that is supposed to blow through tonight.

I am attempting to switch my blog to another site because blogger has been kind of a pain in the ass lately. When the formal change takes place I will let you all know.

Vacation

Today is Sunday 11/19. I have spent my entire weekend at work. I know I have been very vague about my job but I will say I work in athletics. Anyway, we hosted a women's basketball tournament this weekend and I offered to help out and work at all the games.

Here is my top five reasons why I did not have all that much fun...

1. I got stuck doing the laundry for all the other teams. It wasn't that it was all that time consuming, or even that I had to run up and down three flights of stairs a million times. It's that basketball players are really sweaty and their uniforms are gross and I had to touch and smell them.

2. I had to go crazy and pick up food for all the workers. This wouldn't have been a big deal except that on Saturday the people at Safeway did not have my order. So, I spent over an hour in Safeway trying to come up with something for 15 people to eat for lunch and dinner.

3. Twelve basketball games is a lot to sit through when you have to sit on a hard bench.

4. Our team didn't even make it to the championship.

5. I had to be here at 8:30 this morning with breakfast for everyone.

So, after all that you might be wondering why I offered to work this weekend in the first place. Well, I don't get over time, I get comp time so I am taking Monday and Tuesday off. I already get Wed. - Fri. off so this equals a whole week off for Thanksgiving.

Brilliant!!

So I leave tomorrow for NY so I can celebrate T-day with my fam and the giant TV. It is sure to be very delicious as my mom certainly knows how to cook a good turkey. So, if I can make it through the next two basketball games, I will be free and clear.

Case of the Mondays

Yesterday was one of the more ridiculous days I have had in a long time. It began when I left my building to go to work and saw that I had a flat tire. Awesome. After standing and staring at it for probably a whole minute I went back inside and called a cab. Despite having to wait almost 15 minutes for the taxi and then the driver taking the long way to get to work (and almost crashing at least seven times) I was only a few minutes late.

Work was work, nothing exciting really happened. Actually, the only exciting thing that happened was that Angel picked me up and drove me home. Let us all pause a moment and sing her praises because I don't think I would have made it on the metro. It was cold, kind of raining, and I am very sore from a weekend hiking trip I have yet to write about.

SO, Angel dropped me off and I decided to go to The Sports Pub to get take out. As I am leaving the pub one of the waiters there looked at me and said I probably didn't remember him but when I was originally looking for an apartment I looked at his place. The thing is I did remember him. His name is Lamont and he is one of the nicest guys ever. I didn't rent in his townhouse because it was too expensive but it was a nice place and his roommate was a nice guy too. Turns out Lamont quit his fancy advertising job, moved out of the town house, lives a few blocks away from me, and waits tables at The Sports Pub. Awesome. I go there all the time so hopefully we will be friends. What are the chances of that?

I ate dinner and got Justin (my roommate) to help me change my tire. However, when I had the tires originally put on they used an air compressor and we couldn't get the bolts off. After a debate about whether or not I could just drive it to a gas station I finally called AAA. There was a two hour wait but since I was at my apartment that wasn't a big deal. I went back upstairs and less than a half an hour later I got a call from the AAA guy saying he was on my street but couldn't find my apartment. Once I figured out where he was I ran downstairs and across the parking lot but he was no where to be found. I called him again to find out he was in front of my building. I ran around the building, got him, and ran back across the parking lot to show him where my car was. Remember when I said I was sore from hiking? Well at this point I was pretty sure my legs were broken.

The two AAA guys looked at my tire and said it probably just needed air. However, when they put air in it the pressure didn't change. So, they asked if I wanted them to change it, just in case. I said yes. What I was thinking was more along the lines of, "I have to drive this car about 270 miles next week at speeds that will probably range from 70 to 80 miles an hour. If my tire explodes in the middle of the NJ turnpike I will hunt you down and murder you. So, unless you want to die next week, change the tire." They did and I would just like to say they had a lot of trouble with the bolts too.

So, with my spare tire on I got in the car and went to CVS, the one thing I really needed to do. As I was trying to remember what I needed to buy there this guy, who lives in my building, came up to me to say it was nice to see me. He's the Korean guy who lives a few doors down from me and he doesn't speak great English. Really, he needed me to help him find the isle with the lip balm. I did because he's a nice guy but then he wanted me to help him pick out the most oily one. At this point it was after nine, I was totally exhausted from running sprints around my building, and my legs were absolutely killing me. I told him I wasn't sure, wished him good luck on the lip balm search, got my stuff and went home.

I am still tired from all the excitement but I did learn a few things. First, I moved out of a small town into and another small town. I mean, northern Virginia isn't as small as Pelham by any means but I run into random people I know all the time. Second, if I ever have a roadside emergency and have to call AAA, I now know I might have to wait for a few hours but that they will call me with updates to let me know what's going on. And finally, it really pays to be super good at remembering names and faces because you never know who will end up working at the bar that you go to all the time.

Box Office? What??

I worked in a theater box office for two years. For 20-30 (sometimes even more than 40) hours a week I got to answer the phone and say, "Box office, can I help you?" It got to the point where I would go home and answer the phone like that. A few times I even said, "Box office, can you help me?"

I left that job and (7 months later) started my new one. I've been at my new job almost five months making it almost one year since I stopped working at the theater. However, there are days when I have to think really hard before I answer the phone. I still almost say, "Box Office, can I help you?" I am beginning to wonder when this will go away.

Last night I was watching The Office and one of the characters said that she goes home and answers the phone, "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam." It made me feel good to see that on TV. I could really relate.

I hated that job with a passion and I was never so happy to leave anywhere. But it's like they had the last laugh. My brain has been programmed and I can't un-do it. Damn you Tony and Marilyn.

Damn You.

Oh the Hilarity

As my sister's friend Stephanie pointed out, the control of the senate now depends on whether the racist or the sexist wins. Virginia apparently can't decide who they hate more and as of 3:22pm the day after election day the candidates are only separated by about 7,000 votes. There will probably be a recount too so the whole process will drag on and on.

Awesome. I don't know what's worse, living in a state that offers only racist and sexist candidates, or a state that elects Hillary Clinton.

By the way, my hatred of Hillary Clinton has little to do with politics and much more to do with fakery and treason.