Number one goal for the day: don’t spill coffee or my lunch on my brand new, crisp white shirt. I have an interview today and my luck, this will happen. But it doesn’t! I must say, I look pretty spiffy in my new suit. Never underestimate the power of a woman, with only 30 minutes to find the perfect outfit. And the interview went really well, by the way. Please keep your fingers crossed for me!
I have my first subway experience today. A girl from work took it with me to my interview point. I’m sad to say it was a mild experience. Nothing crazy happened. Where are all the musicians, the bums, and the crazy one-eyed and one-legged man preaching about Jesus? Oh well, there’s always hope for the future!
Planet Hollywood—story of my life, was rather interesting. I don’t know what it is with the mentally handicapped and me. So, a few posts ago, I tell you about an episode where I ask a mentally challenged woman to apply for a credit card. Well, folks, I’m ashamed to say I did it again. But this time, a lady actually applied. I knew I was in trouble when she asked me how to spell “unemployed.” Talk about being ashamed of yourself! Nor does it help when I look at my boss and co-workers and they are laughing at me because once again, I speak before processing my thoughts.
My friend/co-worker, Tony says to me, “You know you’ve hit an all time low when you go after the mentally handicapped.” Yeah, yeah Tony, I know! Him and I are so bored tonight. I turn to him from across the room, at one point, and say, “I’m not asking these people. I’m over this.” He replies, “Of course you wouldn’t ask them, they’re not disabled!” I laugh because he is just funny, but I do understand this is probably not a laughing matter. Just another typical situation I get myself into. I tell ya’! =)
The Manhattan Theatre Club comes into our restaurant tonight—the hoity-toity of Manhattan’s theatre-going crowd. I say hoity-toity, but secretly want to be a part of the elitist crowd that can gallivant from theatre to theatre, experiencing all of the fabulousness Broadway has to offer. Then a free dinner? Get outta here! I wouldn’t complain! Plus, get to hang out with Star Wars and SNL stars? You may have to twist my arm. Maybe. Probably not.
As I’m typing this, Conan O’Brian introduces his musical guest, The Backstreet Boys. Since when did they make a comeback? And they were minus one; where did he go? Needless to say, they’re still the same: corny dance moves, love lyrics, and frat boy clothes. The choreographed moves are classic: arms moving in a circular motion, down on bended knee, and a little touch step never hurt anybody. You rip that jean jacket back Nick Carter! Keep that 16-year-old sex symbol strong!
Note to self: Talking to someone about your frustrations in life always makes you feel better. Why keep everything in? If you need to scream, then scream! It’s like having a huge weight lifted off your shoulders! It feels amazing. But do feel somewhat bad for the person on the receiving end of the phone. Poor guy has to listen to the complaints—but sometimes saying nothing, is saying enough. Thanks for listening!