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Got an email from a job I applied for on a whim as a talent scout for some freakin' company. Got hired. Showed up for training at 9am this morning. Getting up at 6:30 so you can get to work when you're used to going to bed at 5:30 sucks.
My boss is crazy. She's from the east coast. She looks like an evil twin of one of my roommates. She has a very piercing nasal voice akin to oh...
Anyone ever seen that stupid show that used to be on TV called the Nanny? Remember that voice? Hear it in your head at a higher pitch. Feel my pain. Oh, oh it hurts on sleep deprivation, especially when you didn't get your coffee because you were fighting Bellvue traffic. Suck.
So here's what I do - I wander around staring at people to see if they're not fat or ugly and tell them they're beautiful, be here at this time and place blah blah blah.
And I get paid if they show up and get involved in the modeling industry.
The job pays pretty well, but requires a lot of running around "stalking" people.
I am extremely tired and premenstrual at the moment. Right now I'm feeling like I was this morning upon awakening.
I wanted an axe.
I attribute this need to the influence of Thog, as the only thing I could say when I got up this morning after a good n' plenty 4 hours of misplaced sleep was, "AXE!" I repeated this many times over while putting on the professional attire you will never ever ever see me in at the club because I feel like dork in panty hose and a gray linen skirt suit. I also found that my one and only white shirt smelled of cat urine.
At least the cat has stopped pissing in the heat vent in the bathroom. She's moved on to my clothes. I was much more forgiving of the last cat that did that because I'd actually adopted him and he always had a REASON for letting me know he was pissed off by pissing on something which I quickly remedied. This is not my cat. Nor is she my workout partner's cat. She is our roommates cat and this morning I looked at her and could only say, "AXE!!!!!"
I was sent out in a team of odd people to stalk, er, I mean scout people. The person driving decided to quit in the middle of the day and leave the rest of us to cruise the nearest available outlet: Bellevue Square.
This was after going to Southcenter Mall. I objected to going to the mall, but I was outvoted. Avoiding security was fun. I hate the mall. I've always hated the mall. I really, really hate the mall now. If I never go to another mall it will be too soon.
DOWN WITH THE MALL!!!!! PILLAGE!!!! DESTROY!!!! BURN!!!!
I have to be at a meeting at 10 am tomorrow. My current mental state is not up for it. Perhaps after another wonderful 5 hours of sleep or so (at this point) I will be more motivated and smiley. I'll just have to mainline a little coffee and pray I find a valium on the ground outside the office or something although I'm not counting on it.
I used to get a thrill out of checking people out. Staring men, women, and children up and down in a mall made me feel kind of creepy. Like I should be wearing only a trench coat and a pair of socks in the park kind of creepy.
AXE!!!!!
Damn you Thog.
I also made up a little song on the way to work today similar to the tune of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall it goes:
Maim kill destroy!
Maim kill destroy!
Maim kill destroy....
Maim kill destroy!
I need serious help.
Why does the economy have to suck?
My boss is crazy. She's from the east coast. She looks like an evil twin of one of my roommates. She has a very piercing nasal voice akin to oh...
Anyone ever seen that stupid show that used to be on TV called the Nanny? Remember that voice? Hear it in your head at a higher pitch. Feel my pain. Oh, oh it hurts on sleep deprivation, especially when you didn't get your coffee because you were fighting Bellvue traffic. Suck.
So here's what I do - I wander around staring at people to see if they're not fat or ugly and tell them they're beautiful, be here at this time and place blah blah blah.
And I get paid if they show up and get involved in the modeling industry.
The job pays pretty well, but requires a lot of running around "stalking" people.
I am extremely tired and premenstrual at the moment. Right now I'm feeling like I was this morning upon awakening.
I wanted an axe.
I attribute this need to the influence of Thog, as the only thing I could say when I got up this morning after a good n' plenty 4 hours of misplaced sleep was, "AXE!" I repeated this many times over while putting on the professional attire you will never ever ever see me in at the club because I feel like dork in panty hose and a gray linen skirt suit. I also found that my one and only white shirt smelled of cat urine.
At least the cat has stopped pissing in the heat vent in the bathroom. She's moved on to my clothes. I was much more forgiving of the last cat that did that because I'd actually adopted him and he always had a REASON for letting me know he was pissed off by pissing on something which I quickly remedied. This is not my cat. Nor is she my workout partner's cat. She is our roommates cat and this morning I looked at her and could only say, "AXE!!!!!"
I was sent out in a team of odd people to stalk, er, I mean scout people. The person driving decided to quit in the middle of the day and leave the rest of us to cruise the nearest available outlet: Bellevue Square.
This was after going to Southcenter Mall. I objected to going to the mall, but I was outvoted. Avoiding security was fun. I hate the mall. I've always hated the mall. I really, really hate the mall now. If I never go to another mall it will be too soon.
DOWN WITH THE MALL!!!!! PILLAGE!!!! DESTROY!!!! BURN!!!!
I have to be at a meeting at 10 am tomorrow. My current mental state is not up for it. Perhaps after another wonderful 5 hours of sleep or so (at this point) I will be more motivated and smiley. I'll just have to mainline a little coffee and pray I find a valium on the ground outside the office or something although I'm not counting on it.
I used to get a thrill out of checking people out. Staring men, women, and children up and down in a mall made me feel kind of creepy. Like I should be wearing only a trench coat and a pair of socks in the park kind of creepy.
AXE!!!!!
Damn you Thog.
I also made up a little song on the way to work today similar to the tune of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall it goes:
Maim kill destroy!
Maim kill destroy!
Maim kill destroy....
Maim kill destroy!
I need serious help.
Why does the economy have to suck?
