The World Celebrates MJ

Websites, tv channels, radio stations, all paying their respects to the phenomenon that was Michael Jackson. I haven't seen anything like it since the passing of Princess Diana. With all the civil/political unrest that is going on in the world, it's nice to see that the world can come together to mourn and celebrate the life of MJ.

For me, his passing is surreal. Major figures have passed while Ive been on this Earth, but none had touched me like MJ did. I am a fan of dance and music and have danced since the tender age of 3, so for me Michael was a god. I was awed by him and his talent. I still am. I always will be.

King of Pop Bows Out..

The world is in shock! Odd personal life aside, he was a musical genius. He spanned the ages; I'm a fan, older friends are fans, the parental units are fans, younger friends are fans...Almost all of us have a favorite MJ song. Some of the best "time of my life" moments occurred dancing away to an MJ song. I shall miss him, as I know millions more will as well.

Madness Continues

1st impressions are interesting. Sometimes you just can't tell after that initial meeting. Sadly, my impression was accurate after Monday's foray back into the working world. Things went from crazy to kooky to bizarre to just plain nuts. If I had another iron in the fire I would not have returned after Tuesday's adventure. I've been banned from obtaining my parking permit. Tales of gentleman coming to blows in the office/phones being ripped out of the wall/complaints filed/girls gone wild being shouted,etc. are abundant. An intense negotiation with a contractor even went down (loudly.) But that ladies and gentleman is not the best worst thing about the past 4 days of my life. I met fat bastard. Yes. AND he explained to me what the difference is between a backslash and a forward slash. Life-changing.

First Day Blues...

Day 1 was interesting to say the least. I waited for over an hour for the big boss lady to even show up! I felt like total chump! I felt like I was in the twilight zone allll day. Weirdos galore on the phone and 1 even stumbled into the office just before closing time. Boss lady even commandeered my cellular device to have a conference call with the IRS. I'm seriously not making this up; I couldn't!

I was so relieved to get the hell outa there and find my "center." Hopefully tomorrow will bring different things.

Freshhhh

Tomorrow is the 1st day back in the "real" world for me. I should be enthused, but sadly I'm not. I'm finding it difficult to drum up excitement for a position that I have been forced into accepting. I kinda want to feel guilty for the direction my thoughts have taken..I mean so many people have been struggling for awhile now. BUT..what the hell..I'll just put it out there..who cares about them??!! This is about ME and my quest for life-long happiness in a profession that j'adore! How am I suppose to find the time to pursue my dreams while being trapped in a 4x4 cube for 8 plus hours a day doing nonsense I don't want to do?! Ok. Rant over...

Naturally, I'm grateful for the opportunity and as I've said plenty of times, I'll give it my best shot. To boost the troops morale, I paid the mall a visit to add to my collection. I mean seriously, if you're going to be going stir crazy sitting around yacking with total strangers about god knows what all day, you might as well look faboosh while doing it ;)

On a Mission

I have launched Operation B We Go Hard. Today was the 1st day and it was a success. After the "cleansing," a successful night out, a hot movie date and the awesome-ness that is the New Yankee Stadium, I decided to make some adjustments a la Bridget Jones style. The Operation consists of lowering the beverage intake, total elimination of the slight nicotine addiction, eating a tad bit healthier and gracing the gym with my presence more often. The most crucial element to the Operation-going after the holy grail. I have unearthed the great mystery and am preparing to do battle with the oh so high and mighty admissions offices of some of the most prestigous law schools around. Hear's to an amazing LSAT score ;)

I don't know why I decided to launch the Operation. I didn't hear a song/watch a movie/or have a chance encounter/etc. that made me realize something. I've heard those stories before from a variety of people. I'm kinda jealous that I wasn't inspired to launch the Operation by mysterious forces. Scratch that- I'm not envious of mysterous forces cus I was my own divine inspiration and that's Top Notch ;)

The Yankees Win!! (Repeat Over n Over)

There is no place quite like the Old Yankee Stadium. Some of my favorite memories are of visiting the Bronx to see the boys in their pinstripes. Nothing has ever compared to the thrill of walking into that hallowed arena. There was always something electric in the air; a total awareness of the legends that have graced the field. A good time was always had, even when the Yanks weren't on their A Game and lost.

Yesterday was my first experience at the New Yankee Stadium. I was teeming with excitement, but wondered how could anything possibly compare to the Old Stadium?! I have to say that I was impressed. It's a tasteful, classy arena dedicated to the Yankees of old, with a nod to the new generation. It was just as thrilling to see the big NY behind home-plate, just as deafening when the boys were announced and just as rowdy when things got to close for comfort. But something was definitely missing. Perhaps it was knowing that the 26 championships hadn't been won there or knowing that the Old Stadium was still standing in plain view across the street. Whatever it was, I'm sure it will dissipate as the Yankees begin to make history in their new home. The beginning of the walk back to the train station was bittersweet. I stopped to pay my respects to the magnificent Old Stadium for the last time. I officially said good-bye to the house that Ruth built and look forward to another 20 plus years of Yankee Stadium memories.

Subsiding Rage

I have had uncontrollable rage for the better part of 2 days now. After a half-as* attempt at working off the frustrations at the gym, to no avail, I rolled back to base camp and went on a rampage with a mop. Simply amazed at how liberating I found it to be on this day. Usually I just work through the motions cus let's face it, the job needs to get done, but as I scrubbed, polished, waxed, etc. I felt like I was washing away not only the rage, but all the troubles that have plagued me over the past few months. A fresh start if you will. Who knew scrubbing bubbles would offer so much comfort?!

I feel the need to reward myself for letting go of the rage and having a squeaky clean apartment. I feel the need for whiskey, a short dress with cowboy boots and the easy comradery that can only be found in a Western honky tonk. I guess I'll have to settle for stilettos and martini's in this fabOosh city I call home ;)

Celebrate Good Times..

Come on! I really need to start listening to a different radio station. Oh wait, I live in a building with haywire internet access and poor radio reception. Typical. I did get an offer today. That's definitely a reason to throw caution to the wind and do a little celebrating. I indulged in a few bevvies and more importantly, a few new outfits. I lie. I didn't go overboard and buy whole new outfits, but I just had to pick up a few things on this momentous occasion. A girl's entitled to after fasting for the past few months.

Am I sell out? Nah. I remain true to the mission of uncovering the role of a lifetime. In the meantime, I will report for duty with as much enthusiasm and devotion that I can muster.

Library Stand-Off

Today I met a librarian on a rampage. I haven't come across someone with so much attitude in years! It was refreshing-revitalizing even! She got me right back into my fighting/not going to keep me down zone!

But seriously she was a bit over the top. She was like a cobra waiting for the moment to launch her venom at some poor unsuspecting victim. What she wasn't expecting was me. I was in no mood for some small town librarian and her bitter tongue. I conjured up all the coolness and arrogance in me and froze her attack with one condescending glare. I dared her to not remove the outrageous fine of $17 from my account and refused to back down. She soon retracted her fangs and hood and slithered away. Cobra: 0, Me: $17 still in my pocket AND use of the computer for an hour ;)

If Nothing Else...

I've got an amazing tan ;) I've watched my favorite show (Ellen) everyday. Sadly I'm one of the few that doesn't own a dvr or tivo. Whatever. I've rented and watched movies galore. Caught up with my reading. I've window shopped and picked out every outfit I'll purchase in just a few short weeks. All this while I search for the holy grail.

The sun is out and today I'll be doing regular upkeep work on the aforementioned tan with a few good friends and beers. I've got the Cheshire Cat grin on my face because Life with or with-out a job is damn good.

Liquidating Assets

I thought this day wouldn't come. I stayed positive, made the calls, the emails, made it clear that I was willing to take a "strategic" step back in order to "achieve my long-term career goals,"I cut coupons! But alas, it was for naught. I have to liquidate my assets.

Even as the thought started to creep into my mind, I started to laugh (hysterically.) Liquidate my assets indeed-what a joke! The only asset I have is my once highly cherished car and technically it's not mine; some bank owns it. For another 3 years. Bast*rds.

I do not want to do what I must. I do not want to give up my identity. I do not want to give up 511.

Should I Write this Down??

We've all had those moments when we mutter, "you couldn't make this sh*t up!" Some of us though, have those moments much to often. I am one of those people. For years, I've said that I'm going to write a movie script or novel about the crazy events that have gone down. Plenty of people have said you've got such great stories; tell them! As much as I want to share some of these experiences, is it right/nice/proper/loyal??.. to expose friends' deep secrets/crazy tales of drunkenness/madness/insaneness?? This ladies and gentlemen is my major malfunction; not being a laid off, running out money, panic ridden about the condo, trying to find a paying job nutcase!

Now I know, I said I wasn't going to panic and dwell on being laid off, but I must confess, I have had my share of panic moments. AND I must confess, that I haven't been laid off a mere handful of days. In fact, I've been out of work for quite sometime, and am actively seeking a way to keep the cash flowing WHILE I purse the ultimate career. Sigh.