"my neighborhood mailman knows how to push the envelope"-Franks McLaffs

This blows, ya'll! (that's my Britney Spears impression. Dead on, right?)

So, yeah, I'm still working, and I'm still bored, but I have nothing to write about/endlessly entertain you for hours with my witty repartee.
I was trying to post a video of a college baseball player who somersaults over the catcher to make it safe to home, but foxnews is being a bitch about sharing it. And for the record, I do not visit foxnews.com all the time. it was posted on yahoo. read that before you skin me alive.
What news do I have for you? Nothing going on with this body. wait, it joined a gym. Huzzah. I will now be 54 dollars poorer every month. but it's worth it, right? you better agree with me. Jess and I tried to be thrifty. We went in pretending to be family but that didn't work. Oh well, it was worth a try.

well, that's all. I'm off to eavesdrop on my boss's phone conversation. KIDDING. unless you're not reading this gabe. then it's all true.

Shoulda Put a Ring on It

So I have decided that it's a single ladies day today. That means I'll be posting a lot of cat videos followed by some Hugh Jackman doing what eh does best. Then you can follow it off with some wine and a Sex and the City marathon if you feel like it. I in no way support that habit, but i know that's what you do. don't lie to me francesca. funny or die doesn't have a SATC parody. I looked it up. Ya burnt!

Here's a cat using an IPad.


and here's the best one ever. I know you must have seen it but it's awesome:




Hugh Jackman Singin'


hugh jackman oscars
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Terhj8mjPwY
they won't let me post it on here.

a little bit of millionaire matchmaker too.


ok, that's enough. I've become painfully aware of how sad this is.

embarrassing: i was seated at the kids table at a party. more embarrassing: the kids knew more about the whole health care thing than me. -A.Francesca.M

This is just for my sister's sake: She is listed last on the list because I like to save up her tweets to read through every few days. it is NOT, and I repeat, NOT because it is my least favorite. if we were doing least favorites i'd probably say fmylife but you know me. By the way, a big thank you to erin for peopleofwalmart.com. it's made my co-worker and my day.

oh yeah, here's some more websites I can't believe I didn't mention:

failblog.org, because I love waching people fall, and failbooking.com because I love reading about people failing in life and love. and look up twitterbaggery. I can't remember if it is a .com or .org or if the name's in the title at all, but search it. And hipsterpuppies.com


now here's an adorable video for you:

To start off my workweek...

Here are my top things to do when I am bored at work. I hope that you try them out, and enjoy them just as much as I do.

1. Facebook, sub-section: games
     -a no brainer there. i think everyone's on facebook at least three times a day. AT LEAST. Restaurant City is fun. Petville is even better. And I'm not saying that just so I can get friend bonuses either. I'm kidding. I do want more neighbors for my Petville. Any takers?

2. textsfromlastnight.com
    -there's something about reading texts from fun-loving college students wasting their parents money on alcohol dependency.

3. awkwardfamilyphotos.com
   -the name says it all. be aware of sudden bursts of laughter coming from your mouth. May consider to send in your own if you could only find where your mom hides them.

4. sporcle.com
   -just go there. You'll love it. It's a whole bunch of quizzes.

5. thesuperficial.com
     -yes it is a celebrity blog. But it's hilarious, does not contain the bitchiness or bias that perez hilton has, and whoever writes it is brilliant. a lot of bikini/boob pictures, but he's only a human man.

6.lucillesbbq.com
     -um, never mind. that's just for me. Unless you have been to a Lucille's and miss it as much as I do.

7. fmylife.com
     -it's fun when I have done everything else. Some of it does get a little pity party table for one, but I have games with myself while I read through, such as "find the high schooler," where most posts are obvious because it deals with insignificant ordeals, like showing up to school with a stain on your shirt, or if the post is about their boy/girlfriend of one week, or if girls complain about how guys only asked them out as a dare. I also play "which one is fake?" good times.

8.Yahoo.com
     -it's where every citizen goes to find out top stories, right? I also do the super easy crossword puzzle in the games section.
9. Funnyordie.com
   -I don't go here often, because I don't want to bother my co-workers, but when I have my earphones, I do it. They do have to bear a lot of nose-laughing, but I think they just ignore it.

10. rejectedjokes.com
    -I swear to God I'm not a super stalker of this site (yet) but I suggest you go there. Ben Schwartz is an actor who's been in a lot of stuff (such as Jean-Ralphio in Parks and Rec), and it's all good, and it's all there for you to watch. For the record, I totally started liking him after I saw him in a UCB show; I am not one of the Johnny-come-latelys who saw him on tv. So, let me proceed to be smug for a second. But back off ladies. He's mine.

11. twitter.com/fuckyouistaken.
  -Yes, this is my sister. Yes, this is her twitter. And yes, she does have a questionable twitter name. But she's funny. If you have a twitter, follow her immediately. I wholly recommend her tweets, even though I do not participate in that site. I can't walk with my head held high knowing I use the word "tweet" freely.

12. amboredatwork.blogspot.com
      -what? how did this get here? weird.

KITTENS!

What a life. So I went up to Porterville for my Nonna's funeral last week, and as we drove down the dirt road on the ranch we saw a bundle of orange fluff huddled outside one of the old houses. "Kittens!" Sis and I screeched, turning once again into cat-crazy little girls who used to buy Cat Fancy magazines (Don't judge. Please. I already judge my 10 year old self). I of course hopped out of the car and raced over to look at them because I am part cat pretty much and I love seeing the new spring kittens when I go up to my Nonna's. it's been a few years since we've had kittens, and even though we can't bring any more home, it's nice to look. Sadly, it's normally the last time we see those kittens because they're usually the victims of malnourishment, dogs, coyotes, or owls. Ranch cats have a hard life. So I ran over and saw two babies, barely three or four weeks old sitting in the sun. Since they're too young to be weary of me I picked them up but I couldn't stay for long because we had a viewing and rosary to get to. I left them in the flowers as they tried to return to under the house where their mother probably put them.
The next day I noticed the beat up male cats staring at a bush where I found said kittens. I went over and found the babies again. They were out and about, which is not normal for really young animals. Now if you know me, you know that I freak out about anything that can't defend itself, so i pushed them back to the opening of the house so they'd be safe. After the funeral, they were out again, huddled together. this time, when I approached they started crawling towards me, crying. I was beginning to realize that their mother was most likely dead.  ferile or not, they're very protective, and she would have moved them to a completely different place if she saw us holding them or even smelled us on her babies. So Sis and I decided that we were taking things in our own hands now. The mom was definitely gone, so we borught them into the house, made up a box for them, then searched for an open store to look for droppers to feed them with.
My Aunt Kathy confirmed the next day that their mother was found by some ranch hands on Tuesday night. She had been killed by some dogs that ran through. So we brought the kittens home with us and they currently reside in our guest bathroom. They are adorable and fun and we're not keeping them. We are going to be the foster parents until they're old enough to go to a new home. It's definitely a challenge. We have never had to worry about our kittens before because we've always had the moms there, but now we're the moms. Thankfully, they're almost old enough to start eating solid food, which is a relief because I don't enjoy going to bed late and getting up super early to feed them. I'm back to my highschool sleep patterns. I don't know how I managed back then.

Wow. So that was a very detailed story. i hope it was exciting. It probably wasn't, but oh well. Here are some pictures of the little guys.

cheers.

I know, I know...

I suck at this blogging thing. Mainly because I only write when I'm bored, and I get bored a lot, but the thing is I also have a boring life, therefore nothing to write/rant about. Unless it's about tv. And I need to stop doing that because it just makes me realize that the only thing I'm passionate about enough to state my public opinion on is television. And theater, particularly high school theater. so, yeah.

But I guess I'll talk about movies now. Ohh wooow. Such a different topic.

But I was watching Mary Poppins on tv yesterday (like you weren't) and I remembered that I didn't like that movie when I was little. I know, it had songs and everything. But even though it is a child's film, I needed to be a little older to get it. That happens a lot with me. I dismiss things that I don't like, and don't even bother to come back some time later and try again. Certain experiences in life affect how I react to everything. That's why I kind of want to go back and reread the books I was forced to read in highschool and even junior high. Most of them I hated, and some were super boring (Elmer Gantry) but some I just didn't understand, so it was boring to me, and then I hated the book, especially after having to analyze it then write an essay reiterating the same things we discussed in class but in our own words. What a way to make reading fun.

But growing up does helping you better understand things. For instance I read To Kill a Mockingbird in seventh grade. Not bad. I liked it. Then, out of boredom when I was 18, I picked it up again and my mind was blown away. I missed so much the first time i read it. I caught historical references I didn't learn about until high school, and just a better understanding of the times and the whole case of the trial in the book.

And the thing with Mary Poppins is that I didn't quite get why people started floating in the air when they laughed or how adorable and handsome Dick Van Dyke was back then or how young Julie Andrews really was in that movie...Or the whole point of the film. That's what I meant to say.

But also, you could watch a movie you loved way back when and open your eyes to how bad it was. I've done that so many times (Sister Act 2?  what comedy gold did I find in that movie?) as well as books. Nancy Drew, I am ashamed at how simple your plots and wording are. And why are you so freaking perfect? What about some character flaws Nance? You're too curious? oh come on.

I guess I just think that everything in life deserves second chances. And maybe some people too. Maybe. Carlos Mencia? no. Dane Cook? HELL no.

insert bored face here

It's almost 4. I bought sour patch kids from Rite-Aid. They continue with their never ending streak of causing me great happiness and pain when I eat them. Same with tooth whitening. No wait never mind that's just painful.

I am glad it's Thursday friend. I've got plans tonight. And by plans I mean I'll be home alone, probably drinking wine (it's the only thing I can drink alone and still feel classy while doing so), watching my shows on the tellie, and eating chicken nuggets. It's every six-year-old alcoholic's dream.

Don't feel sorry for me yet. I will probably be cleaning beforehand.

Aaaaaand now you can feel sorry for me.
But it's cool. I'm ok with it. It's just preparing me for life when I become a crazy cat lady who yells at the neighborhood kids. Why do I yell at them? Well, my family has a history of getting crotchity as they age plus those damn kids were probably messing with my flower beds.

In other news, I feel that I need a nemesis. I don't know why that has suddenly popped into my head. it might be because I've been watching a lot more of "Be Good Johnny Weir" and his constant mention of how much he hates Evan Lysachek. I used to have one when my older sister was dating a guy who wanted to change his last name to Wolf because he loved the animal so much, but he wasn't worthy of my ire. He also couldn't handle himself in a battle of the bits, and I'm saying that in the kindest way possible.
But now he's gone, and I have no one. Any takers?

Ok, the sugar might have definitely been responsible for this crazy ass post. Yeah, I'm putting full blame on the Sour Patch Kids. There is not one drop of sweetness in their boneless bodies.

Kind of wish I had a window to daydream out of. Well, not kind of. I do wish that.

Happy Tuesday to you one.
It is currently 12 o'clock pm and I can let you worriers know that I have had an efficient last two hours. I got to work, set up, forgot to put the money in the drawer (again...damn it), printed out the online orders, and listened to the messages. That took about 15 minutes. I have currently been on facebook for the other two hours. It was not a waste, I fed my workers and cleaned up my restaurant in Restaurant City, and I raced my pet society pet. She won twice. I would go on petville, but my flash player on this computer isn't upgraded. Roscoe will have to wait.
This is my life America. If you understood any of the games I just mentioned, this is your life too.

So...how about that healthcare? too soon?

Wow. This blog just got even more awkward than before.
Read any good books lately? I know I have. I finally got Steve Martin's book and it was good. He's a poet that one. Plus he got to work at Disneyland when he was 10! 10 years old! That's like every kid's dream! Stupid Child labor laws.

I also read "How Starbucks Saved my Life." I saw it in the discount bin at Barnes & Noble, and I had to laugh at the title, because as a former barista at a coffee shop similar to Starbucks (Coffee Bean), I'm pretty sure the store was trying to kill me. But whatever works for someone. It's about this guy who had a high paying job at some ad firm in New York that fired him after 25 years of loyalty. He had no money, and got a job at Starbucks when he was 64. God bless him is all I can say. I'm glad he got a job, and got along with his co-workers, and was a customer favorite, but the entire time I was reading that book, all I could see were the older people that worked with me at Coffee Bean. Older baristas were always the bane of my existence, especially if they were new. Once they got the hang of things or had been there for 7 years, they knew their strengths, and stuck to those things. But some of them just couldn't get it.

My first run-in was Sandy. Sandy started working at Coffee Bean when I was about a month in. She had previous experience as a manager in Dunkin' Donuts, which she clearly stated was nothing like the Bean. I was less jaded then, and relatively new myself, so I was nicer to her and I helped her when she had a problem, which was every five minutes. Normally, when someone gets hired, they start with coffees, then move onto learning the cold bar, then hot bar, then register. I can't remember ever seeing Sandy making a drink. We just put her on register, which is a lot easier, and hoped there wouldn't be a problem. Wrong. She was slow, and always pushed the wrong buttons. She never remembered how to get anywhere on the screen, and I would always have to come by and press return to get her away from the merchandise page (why was she there?). She was very grateful for my help, because everyone else had run out of patience with that woman. I'd be in their shoes in a few months. Even customers were beginning to tire of her mistakes, especially when she charged a guy for two espresso mint chip ice blendeds when all he asked for was an iced coffee. She quit after two weeks there. It was for the best. She actually got a job at Starbucks. I wonder how she did there.

My next person was Brenda. She was a 45 year old mom who had made a lot of mistakes in her past that ultimately led her to taking a job at Coffee Bean. Thankfully, I only had to work with her for two weeks, because I was on winter break from school and had agreed to work in Santa Barbara rather than stay at my Irvine Coffee Bean. She did not want to be on register. She wanted to work the bar with me. I had to remake several drinks every day. I was glad to leave after my break was up. My sister worked with her for much longer, and always had a Brenda story to tell me thant normally ended with "I swear I was going to kill her."

But the one person who keeps popping up into my head is Joaquin. Oh Joaquin. He used to come into our Irvine store and routinely ask for an application, only for us to tell him he had to apply online. Finally, he followed our directions and eventually got the job. I had to work with him a lot because we both had morning availability. Sad to say, I did lose my patience with him many times, especially when I had to repeat instructions to him over and over because he either had bad hearing or just liked to ignore me. He took a long time to get certfied. I'm not sure he ever was correctly cettified either. I think Randy just gave up and passed him. It was definitely 3 or 4 months after he started. I got certified in less than a week.
At the time, I felt justified for my ire for his incompetence, but now I feel bad. Just because making drinks and ringing up the register came easily to me didn't mean that it was that way for everyone. In the book, the guy gave us a timeline of his months at the store, and I noticed he didn't even start on the register until he was a month in. He just cleaned the entire time. And he didn't even make drink until 4 months later. So I could see a lot of him in Joaquin. But this guy came from a major job. Joaquin did not. and I think something wasn't right with him, which of course makes me feel even worse for my behavior. (If you hate me a lot right now, let me give you a scenario with Joaquin. We got a new ice blended flavor called Pina Colada, and he added the syrup to his hot drink, even though we told him it wasn't supposed to be mixed with coffee. He dumped it out and looked at us with amazement, like he didn't think it would taste gross. Plus, he used to get really worried about our lightbulbs, and would start to change them during the rush.) Customrer were a little scared of him. He was small, and would pop up behind the pastry case when they were looking at it and ask if they needed any help.
I don't know if he's still working there. He was when I left there a year and a half ago.

Btu not every older employee was like these people. Lourdes, at my last store had been there forever. She was excellent on the register, she would even help me out when I accidentally pressed the wrong amount button and couldn't think of how much actual change I was supposed to give them. And she could make drinks. She didn't do it very often, but she could handle herself on the bar. Plus she'd make all the guys I worked with feel uncomfortable whenever she said something dirty, and I can always appreciate that.

So I guess that's my story. I really can't judge people that need any kind of job to survive, because that's what I was doing once I graduated from college. Still doing that now, but of course, I do want to be an actor, and  a lot of my success is usually left up to fate. well, we'll talk about my future later.

Working Saturdays too...

I'm so bored I can't think of anything to write.
Well then, in honor of this boring day, I am forced to do my rendition of MTV's hit show "16 and Pregnant," aka the best show on that channel, all written down for you smarties to read.

Hi. I'm a girl who is supposed to be relatable to all the viewers out there, except I'm predominantly southern in a rural area. I like to start the episode off highlighting the things I'm good at. I usually like saying things like "smart" "daddy's girl" or some kind of school activity I'm heavily involved in. but guess what? I'm pregnant. SHOCKER!

Cut to me and my huge belly that for some reason I love to show off even though it's highly unappealing.
Now my mom and I are talking about how they found out about the pregnancy, but we'll just act like it's something we normally discuss 8 months in to the term and not something the producers prodded us to talk about.

Oh, Wait! Let's not forget the man of the hour! my creepster boyfriend who is always a lot older than me and/or a highschool dropout. I love him but my family doesn't. And even though he keeps breaking up with me and cheating on me, I don't know why everyone hates him. He can be really sweet at the beginning of the episode, even though you can see in his eyes he's always looking for a way out. Now you can watch me try to keep him in the baby's life throughout the episode.

Cut to me and my friends playing with the baby clothes. Obligatory virgin friend has to ask me "so, did you use any protection?" to which I say no. Of course not! I like to tempt fate. follow this up with an eyeroll from the friend.

cut to me texting while getting a sonogram. My boyfriend was supposed to be there.

Now I'm at school. People are staring. Scandalous!

My boyfriend didn't hang out with me again. Now my faith in him is beginning to waver.

(insert a horrible sketching of the last shot of me)

Now i'm getting labor pains and I'm being shuttled to the hospital. A few more voiceovers about hours in labor, and then you see me looking horrible pushing the kid out. There are a ton of people in the room. You'd think I'd feel awkward about that. (Enter agonizing scream in here.) Then we see my baby all bloody and gross, then the camera cuts to me in a daze because of the drugs they gave me.

(insert horrible tracing of the baby and the name scribbled above. Often a made up one that I think sounds cool but it's really not.)

Now here I am a few weeks after. Having a baby is hard. You have to be around them all day long! I just want to go back to being a normal kid. This is hard. I'm going to make my mom take care of the baby. Oh yeah, and the father? I haven't seen him since he got into a fight with my mom or dad at the hospital. Wait, he just came to visit. Oh now he's off to party and leave me alone. WTF? I thought he would change into a loving and caring person once I had this kid. Why didn't that happen? I'm confused. Now I'll send him a million texts.

So now I'm all alone cause my ex-boyfriend has blocked my number. I still have to graduate, but I still have this kid. UGH! this is harder than I thought.

End with me recording myself at an unflattering angle talking about how this was not at all like I expected.
End with another horrible tracing, left on during the credits, hoping that the audience will see this episode and vow to never let themselves get pregnant in high school.

the end.

don't judge me.

From my brain to yours

Random thoughts at 3:45:

I woke up this morning with "girls just wanna have fun" stuck in my head. Current song: "somebody to love"

why are creepy people the most confident?

Why are motorcycles so loud? followup question: why do they rev their engines right by my office window?

A lot of the mothers on 16 and pregnant are very unnattractive.

I think my cat has seperation anxiety. He keeps trying to sleep as close to my face as possible. Or on my back. I don't know why but he needs to stop.

A guy started talking to me about his band last night. He told me to check out his myspace page. Myspace is dead. To any of you that never got the memo about 3 years ago, I feel the need to be your messenger.

If I see someone with bulging eyes, I can't help but assume that they are crazy. I'm always right so far.

Are kilts Irish? or is it just a Scottish thing?

Cider is delicious and I don't care if you judge me for drinking it in a bar.

I need more hobbies.

Bored at Work Agenda

So, I'm back to work. The weather is mocking me outside. It's so nice. And hot too. I was starting to sweat on my mini-journey from my car to the theater.
Fun story today. One man lost his wallet and believed he left it in the theater after Sunday's show. It's amazing how people are always losing such important things. We always get calls from people looking for cell phones and wallets. Or extremely valuable shawls that have both sentimental value as well as price value. True story.
So I went to the lost and found to look for this man's wallet. It was not there. I went back to tell said man of his misfortune. Man did not believe me. I swore that I looked thoroughly, but he could leave his name and number in case it turned up. Man asked if he could look for it himself. I explained that our cleaning crew searches after every show and puts everything in the lost and found and could not allow randoms to walk through our theater for funsies (insurance liability or something). Man mentioned he was a friend of the executive director's and he was going to call him to see if he could look around. Apparently man thought I was lying to him. I told him to go ahead. Man called friend. friend was not there. He got to my manager, who told him the exact same thing, and he looked for the wallet in area of where man believed to be sitting. Man forced to accept that.

People, I'm sorry that you are freaking out about your lost goodies, but for God's sake we are not lying to you. I'm not exercising any authority over you because I HAVE NONE. If you did lose stuff here, maybe a bad samaritan picked it up. that's why you have got to be careful with your valuables.

SO  anyways, I decided I should do somethign worthwhile at work, and I found my first play from my playwrighting class and, after a year and some of putting it away and refusing to look at it, saved it on a file and am currently rewriting it. I hope it gets better. I've put it away for so long because I knew it sucked but I didn't know what to do to make it better. I guess I have a lot of time now to figure that out.

Some people just walked by wearing straw boater hats. Damn Tourists.

3 more hours of work to go.
Aaaaand I'm taking my lunch.

Pondering

As I was sitting in my car en route to work yesterday, I had a brief moment of nostalgia for when I was in high school. If you know me, you know that I don't look back on my teenage years with much joy. They weren't bad, but they weren't something I want to retun to ever again. I just remember a lot of awkwardness and naivete. Did I spell that correctly? This computer I'm on doesn't have spell check.
But what I did dwell on was the freedom, in a way, of being seventeen and not knowing any better. We were allowed to get away with being completely ridiculous and annoying to everyone around us because we were young. We could also do stupid things because we'd learn later on as we age that there is a shelf life for that behavior. I'm not saying that it makes people stop, but suddenly a prank could turn into a felony when cops are involved.
I do wish I took more advantage of behaving immaturely. It was fun when we were.
Yet, I do remember the downfalls, and it was not that fun. At all. We had so much to worry about. SATs(why were they so scary?), extracurricular activities, financial aid, college applications and accceptances/rejections. Not to mention there is nothing to do in santa barbara when you are underage, well, nothing legal. cops pull you over for some stupid reason just because they think you might be up to no good. Some peoples mothers (mine) want you home before 11:30, and you only have babysitting money to spend, which is not a lot, because the parents take advantage of your age and pay you 15 dollars for three hours looking after three kids. True story. You get the movies, which is overrun by junior high kids, and the mall, where you can't afford any of the clothes and are most likely to run into a teacher. Awkward.

I like being 23. I'm happy I can buy alcohol with my very own government-issued ID, even though I always get nervous when the clerk asks me, I don't know why. I never even had a fake one, so it's not a repercussion or anything. Older people still don't take me seriously. And I don't have a curfew.

I guess it's just a case of the grass is always greener.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to vandalize something.

Stupid NBC

I used to like NBC. What was there not to like? It had all my favorite shows on there throughout the years. Will and Grace (seasons 2-4). Scrubs. The Office. 30 Rock. Parks and Recreation. SNL for like one year. The Biggest Loser whenever I want to feel inspired. But even I, an avid supporter, could not turn a blind eye to the fact that it has been spiraling down the drain, slowly but surely. (I personally blame Deal or No Deal, because even though it was immensely popular, it opened the door to crazier game shows that no one cares about.)
And then the whole Conan thing happened. That debacle almost caused me to pick up my metaphorical bags and leave NBC once and for all if I didn't have 30 Rock to worry about. It's so impressionable at this early stage. I didn't want to ruin it's ratings.
But I must say, NBC is truly attempting to push me out the door.
Why? You ask. (not really in a genuinely concerned tone, but more in the way when you feel like you have to ask because I'm going to tell you anyways.)

Three words. The Marriage Ref.

The show is terrible. It's pretty much taking a couple's insane problem and making fun of it, then voting for the winner. I know I'm not married, but isn't the general rule for a nuptial fight that no one ever wins? ever? You both keep holding on to your reasons for why you were right and continue to keep on fighting whenever a naive friend brings it up years later, right? Is that just my family?
I know it's an attempt to fill the mess that Jay Leno left at 10:00 but I swear to God I can't stand it. I think the produers are even aware of it, or they wouldn't have tempted Madonna out of her cave and make her endure human interaction as well as flourescent lighting to be on the show. Grasping at straws, man. Grasping at straws.

All I'm saying is that it's best for Jerry Seinfield to return to swimming in a money filled pool or whatever he did with his free time before he started creating reality shows.

You thought I was exaggerating

But if this is my third post in one day, you can imagine.

So, I work in the box office at the Lobero Theatre. It is Santa Barbara's oldest theatre, and it's haunted, so that's pretty cool. Anyways, it is a cool job. I pretty much answer phones and help people buy tickets, or I answer their questions, or I transfer them to someone who knows more than I do, or I transfer them to the higher ups, because that's who they were trying to call anyways.
I think only one person has called me today.
so, yes.
And I am aware my co-workers can read this. They know what's up. And they'll probably give me more work, but that's what I want.

In other news, we are going to start a bowling team, and we're trying to come up with names. I'm always looking for a reason to invent cheesy names, but so far all I've come up with is "the Lobowlos."
Sad.
We could also be "Bowling on the River."
or "the Bowlies." (like Bullies)
Secretly, I've always wanted to pay homage to the Disney Original Movie about bowling by naming my non-competetive team the Alley Cats. One day, world, one day.

I apologize. These are all terrible. I need something to do.


Ooh! Bowl Cuts.

yes? no? I'm done.

My favorite video

I hope this works. I love this video because I love watching people fall. And so do you. Don't deny it.



Helen Keller falling down

Hello You.

Hi, to the one of you out there. This is my new blog.
I will constantly be updating this because I work lots, but I do little. And I know that you out there have the same problem.

And I need to entertain myself. So why not do that while making your day as well?

Ok. Enjoy.