Go Yankees!

The lovely Iolanthe took me to a Yankees game last night for my birthday, as sort of a pre-Birthday Week kick off event. I have now decided I need to find a wealthy Yankees fan and latch on to them for life. Her boss has awesome season tickets and gives them out to clients and folks in his office when he doesn't use them. Right behind home plate. I have never seen my boys so close up before. It's so much fun to see a game all the way down there. I'm going to just cry on Friday when we're all up in the nosebleed seats. At least we'll have beer then.

Yeah, last night was my first Yankees game ever without beer. We were in the middle of our section and could not get an order taker's attention to save our souls. Finally we got one at the end of the 6th inning. She tried telling us that we weren't in her section but when we almost cried she agreed to take our order. And we paid her. And we got our little ticket. And our food & beer NEVER came. Some asshole behind us was giving us a hard time and being a jackass and we suspect he took our food when his order was delivered. Just because he's evil and all. So, after the game, Iolanthe and I started the quest for some whining and our refund. We talked to an usher type who told us to wait and he'd get someone for us. Eventually he sent us to the gate to speak to a supervisor. Who took us through the crowd to one of the kitchens. Then we fought the crowd again as he took us upstairs to another kitchen. Then he left us there in someone else's hands. This guy made a couple calls and then sent us off with someone else to a third kitchen where some guy had us wait while he ran off elsewhere to get our $33. We would have preferred it if our food had just been delivered. And our beer. Well, my beer. Friday there will be much beer.

The game was a fun one though. Not too exciting, but not dull. And the Yankees won. Of course. And Iolanthe and I had a nice time gossiping and catching up. The guys next to us were very sweet. They went for beers and offered to pick stuff up for us if we wanted. But we thought we were getting food soon and turned them down. Foolish of us. Oh, and Steve Schirripa (Bobby 'Bacala' Baccalieri from the Sopranos) was there and sitting near us. Because we were that close to the field. Seriously. Do any of you know really wealthy Yankees fans whom I can leach onto? Hook me up. Help a girl out.

Fight!

Class was AWESOME today. I learned a new wrist snapping trick and totally beat up on someone and the instructor kept telling me I was doing a great job at blocking counter kicks and it was so AWESOME. And my right punch is getting good though my left punch is kinda wussy. And going on about stuff like this is partially why no one will fight me, isn't it? Dammit. No one would fight me at reunion last month. I tried. So unfair. People are just wussies. Though I guess it did not help that I accidentally hurt Pumpkin while showing her a move. I didn't seriously hurt her or anything because she's a tough chica, but I still felt like an ass. And so, I'm not demonstrating any more moves on anyone anymore. But I will fight people. If they would just agree to it. Maybe I should troll bad neighborhoods late at night. Then I could get my ass thoroughly kicked and could finally shut up about my bad ass moves. It might be best for everyone.

Yeah. I'm going to go get lunch now so I can calm my ass down.

And tonight. The Yankees! Yay! I love Pre-Birthday Week!

Job Search

I'm often amazed at people who don't know how to do things for themselves. Like people who get all turned around and confused while traveling. They can't seem to do it without a tour group or companion or something. Or people in college who couldn't balance their checkbook. Or people who can't do their own taxes even when they qualify for the EZ form. But really, I shouldn't mock. Because I frankly have no idea about how to look for a job. I sorta know how to write a resume. But that's about it.

I can find a temp gig without a problem. Auditions. That's easy. But job hunting, not so much. I've never really had to do it. Babysitting jobs just found me, what with living on an Air Force Base and all. Lots of kids and such. Then that job as a Continental Go-Getter. I think Dad read about it, brought me an application and viola! I had a job. Then it was temping. Which is so easy to get. Then I came to New York to be an ACTRESS! And we see how well that worked. But no job hunting at the end of college was required. I was just coming to the big city. I'd temp for a couple of years and by then I'd be making a living with acting. Pah!

And this job. I was just a temp and after about two years of refusing all their attempts to hire me full time, I caved. They offered me money and stuff and the acting thing was going nowhere so why not. There were opportunities for education and promotion and it was kind of interesting and then there was the money.

But then things went bad and layoffs became more common than promotions and somehow I got stuck with a group that would rather cut off limbs than promote me out of my current position. I really believe my current bosses would rather fire me than promote me out of my current position. So I developed a bad attitude. I 'embraced the apathy'. And here I am, about to turn 30, in a crappy job that I hate (but doesn't actually pay me too poorly) with no prospects for a real career or promotion or anything. And no huge desire to go back to ACTING as a career (though I really should take it back up as a hobby). And no idea of what I might want to do.

But, I've got to do something. I have to figure out what I want to do. And start looking to see what's out there. I've got to brush up the resume. Start thinking about how much of a pay cut I'd be willing to take in order to have a job that really meant something to me. And I've got to do it soon. I can't start 2005 still in this godforsaken place where they now act as if I barely finished high school.

Any help or advice is welcome. But I sorta gotta figure it out on my own for the most part. Ugh.

Oops

Totally forgot to take a moment to tell everyone in the world (or the three people who read this) how very, very awesome Muffy & Steph are. These darling people took me to Lowe's and bought me a porch swing and a watering can and some other items to help my the Big Backyard BBQ an event to remember. Yay! It's an excellent porch swing. After assembling it yesterday, Muffy and I tested it out with some beers and some chillin' and a good time was had despite the weather. So, Muffy & Steph rule. Y'all totally get as much swing sitting time as you want at the BBQ. Well, as long as the birthday girl doesn't want to sit in it.

BREAK OUT!

Today is not a pretty day. I feel all puffy from the sinus thing. And apparently my face has decided that it's 'embrace acne' day or something. So many little red pimples all over my face that I just want to cry. Because if I can't look pretty. What's the point in going on? Really. I hope my body is just trying to get this all out of it's system so I can look pretty and be healthy for birthday week. Otherwise. I just don't know.

I'm trying to decide what booze to have at the BBQ. I have good scotch, whiskey and bourbon and am trying to decide if I need lesser quality scotch, whiskey and bourbon for the tacky BBQ set. I do have enough tequila, vodka, rum, gin and Kahulua I think. And am not sure what else I need. I have some beer and cider and figure people can bring stuff. I really don't need to go booze shopping at this point, right? And if people want more beer it's not like there aren't tons of options within a block of my pad. Ah, see. Blog decision making.

I'm so Birthday Week obsessed. I pity anyone who comes in contact with me between now and the 11th.

Of course now, I'm worried about feeding people. Fuck it. I don't care. I'm going to have fun and not worry about it.

So, that's done. And now this blog entry is too boring for words. Leave now. And go buy Ed's Shirts Shirts!