Working

is a chore....or at least has been in some of the companies I've worked in previously.

But I want to do it again.

Ok, maybe I just want to work because I need money.

But I do need something rewarding and intellectually stimulating to do with my time. I didn't get my MBA just for fun.

So why am I only getting contacted by recruiters looking for salespeople? Come on. I could have gotten a sales job right out of high school. Well, actually I did get a sales job right out of high school. And I know that doesn't add much to my qualifications for these sales companies. They pretty much recruit anyone who shows the slightest amount of motivation, ie creating and distributing a resume.

Can I get a job with some substance? I know I'm more than employable...and fucking smart. Where are you awesome places of employment? I know you need work done. Make it known...to me...so that I can tell you how I can do it.

Puppies

I have some. They're adorable, and I love them. But they're not mine, and they need to get adopted...by you. Go to Planned Pethood to get more information about them and/or to fill out an online application. The pups need a forever home people. Do your part.

Guard....Cat?

I have a guard cat. There are maintenance men working on the balcony of the people who live above me. My cat keeps on pacing and stalking near the back door to growl at them. My...dog (who's usually the one to be growling and barking in this case) is sound asleep...letting the cat do his job.

I Almost Forgot

Baby News: In about 5 or 6 months-ish (apparently conception is a really tough date to pin down), I am going to have a baby

...brother. Finally. I've been waiting about half my life for a brother. It's about time Dad got the formula right this time.

And sure, I wanted everyone to think for just a fleeting moment that I was preggo, just so I could reply back with: Me? Have kids? You have GOT to be out of your damn mind.

Labor Day in Vegas: A friend introduced me to this giant discount liquor store near where she lives in Henderson. Man, did I take advantage of that. Not as hardcore as I would have liked (stupid airline restrictions), but nonetheless. So anyway, lots of booze for the pre-party, thus landing me in a position to get my drunk ass booted from a nightclub one night. The exact moment I would have liked to witness pertaining to Miss Britney Spears, who must have been drunk and disorderly at a different Vegas club that evening...night...early morning...whatever. I lost track of time. Don't hate. Regardless of getting kicked out it was fun as hell. I imagine Britney has fun looking like a hot mess in public too. We could have been hot messes together that night. I'm sure I probably wouldn't have noticed even if I did run into her, or any other well-known celebrity hot mess for that matter, or any celebrities period. This has officially turned into a random ramble...much like my drunkning ("drunkning" = "drunk evening") at Rumjungle. I think there are more details about it on my myspace. I don't really care to go completely into it on here.

Ok, so back to Vegas.
What, I get to go back? Oh, wait. No, not yet. But I will be back, Vegas....Oh yes. I will....Be back.

As I was saying...back to the subject: So, our gay waiter never called us back. We tried to recruit him to go to a male revue with us. I think our readiness to hang out with strangers scared him off or something. Or maybe he doesn't like fag hags? Who knows. Who cares. He missed out...on our company and friendship. The Thunder From Down Under guys weren't really that impressive though.

My soft spot for gambling got a little softer...particularly for single deck blackjack. It's a good thing then, that I'm good at it. However, I imagine that if I was losing, I wouldn't have liked it as much. The joy of the game, is walking away with a purse or pocket full of chips, especially when it's way more than you put in.

Birthday Wishes

I spent the night on the bathroom floor. Mmmm, birthday booze tasted so good I got to taste it again.

*That was sarcasm*

I did not drink a whole bottle of Jameson as intended....however I did take on the 40 of death. Note to self: Schlitz Malt Liquor...never again.

Today...I fell in public.

The 4th

My dog eats fireworks.