I went to work today.
That doesn’t sound particularly impressive, but that’s because you don’t know everything that I know.
- I woke up more than an hour before my alarm went off because my stomach was Not Happy. (So unhappy, in fact, that I decided to forego coffee full stop today. No me gusto.)
- I spent the hour-plus before my alarm fantasizing about calling out sick and all the fun things I could do with a free day (mostly reading and watching movies).
- I have four alarms set for weekdays (7:00, 7:20, 7:35, and 8:00 – when I absolutely have to get up to take a shower). Today I was awake for almost two hours (thanks to the aforementioned stomach problems) and then somehow fell asleep between 7:35 and 8:00, thus making work even less desirable when that 8:00 alarm went off.
- I told myself that if I still felt like shit at 8:00 I could call out, but damn if I didn’t feel fine.
So, I went to work. But I really, really didn’t want to. I just really, really can’t afford to not get paid.
I need a new job. Do you hear me, universe? I (really, really) need a new job!
Until tomorrow (if you’re lucky).
So, even though I hate crowds and going to Mass, I really want to go to the upcoming Papal Mass. I mean, how many times in my life will I have the opportunity to attend a Mass said by the Pope? Especially our current awesome Pope.
But, it turns out that you’ll need a ticket to get anywhere close to the service. Boo! Looks like I won’t be going to the Papal Mass after all. (Apparently the tickets will be distributed to local parishes and I don’t actually belong to a parish since I a) don’t attend Mass and b) disagree with the (American) church on pretty much everything.)
I really wish they’d been upfront about the ticket thing months ago; announcing it just a few weeks before the Pope’s visit is shitty. I’m pretty sure that whole weekend is going to be a clusterfuck, but I would’ve endured it for the Papal Mass. I guess I’ll just sleep in that Sunday like usual.
I (think) I just updated the theme of my blog; it’s something I meant to do way back in June when I brought it out of suspended animation. Better late than never, right?
There was something specific I wanted to write about yesterday, but I didn’t bother to do so and I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was anymore. Why even bother bringing it up? I don’t know. Why am I asking myself stupid rhetorical questions?
One quick thing I do want to mention, however, is that I’m still not over Chase Utley getting traded to the Dodgers. (Speaking of, why were they just playing “Zero” by the Smashing Pumpkins at Dodger Stadium? I mean, I fucking love that song, but I don’t really associate it with baseball games in 2015.) I thought I had come to terms with the potential trade and then Amaro went and said that Utley probably wouldn’t be traded, so I stopped trying to prepare myself for it. And then Utley was traded the next fucking day; it made it that much worse. I am glad that Utley went to the Dodgers (he’s reunited with Jimmy Rollins and he’s not on the fucking Giants), but it’s still hard. At least I have even more reason to watch Dodgers home games on MLB.TV (as I clearly am right now).
And since I’m talking about Philly sports, yay crazy Eagles preseason! I probably won’t watch any of tomorrow night’s finale because I don’t really care about the bottom half of the roster. (Dear God, please not Tebow.) (Yes, I appreciate the irony.)
I did not expect to write half this much. See what happens when I force myself to post?
I am trying to post every day, but I don’t want to just complain all the time. (I’m growing, you guys.)
Today was one of those days where nothing happened, though. (Not even anything worth complaining about.)
So here it is, everybody’s favorite: a token post 🙂
I hope you were able to get something good from Amazon. I kind of doubt it, though, because most of the “deals” I saw were pretty dumb. (Which is to say that the products were dumb; I didn’t bother to check the markdowns on things that didn’t interest me.) Way to oversell Prime Day, Amazon.
If you’re wondering, I bought a 3-pack of $50 gift cards and got a $10 Amazon coupon free. (Yes, I fully intend to give the gift cards to myself. Does that make me a bad person?)
In other news, I tried to set up Family Sharing through iCloud but my dad had trouble connecting to iCloud after I sent him the invitation. I hate it when shit like that doesn’t work, especially when I’m trying to give my parents access to my iTunes movies (not that they necessarily want to see The Host, but I have all six Star Wars movies, too). And I just found out that Showtime now has a standalone streaming service; I’m not particularly impressed by the movies currently being offered, but I guess premium cable networks are more about the original programming now. I can’t wait for Starz to launch a streaming service (complete with 30-day free trial); hello, Outlander binge-watch. (By the bye, that’s how I spent most of Thanksgiving – binge-watching the first half of Outlander season one. Yum.)
I am trying not to lose hope, but it’s getting harder. It’s been a month since my interview. They told me that they didn’t want to drag the interview/hiring process out. I always assumed I’d hear something either way because I got the interview through one of my brother’s friends; that’s the only reason I haven’t completely lost hope.
I know that I shouldn’t have focused solely on this one interview, but the timing was just So Perfect; it felt like fate. And now fate is letting me down and it hurts more somehow. Is it too much to ask for the universe to just help me out for once in my fucking life?
The All-Star Game is on my TV right now. Manny Machado’s uniform top is too big; I find that really annoying. Oh good, a country singer doing “God Bless America” where “Take Me Out To the Ballgame” is supposed to go – stop making everything about the fucking troops! (Newsflash, U.S. Army, Independence Day isn’t fucking about you! Sorry, those Army commercials have been driving me nuts.) I don’t usually care about All-Star Game uniforms, but the hats are rad 🙂 And I love the genius at Fox who just played the WKRP in Cincinnati theme song.
There, that’s just the right mix of depression and weird stream of consciousness for my blog.
Quick, name that movie!
(It’s Ghostbusters, by the way. I’m not sure if we can be friends if you didn’t know that.)
I hadn’t seen that movie in ages, but for some reason I’ve been quoting that Bill Murray line a lot lately. This is particularly weird since I wasn’t doing it during Lent, when I actually need clever euphemisms. Apparently I really wanted to watch Ghostbusters. I finally saw part of it this afternoon (yay!), including “mother puss bucket.”
Of course, it’s also possible that I just really hate my job. (The saying “mother puss bucket” in my head started at work after all.) It could also be both. It’s probably both.