Two weeks ago I applied for a part-time job handing out samples of a new energy drink to the masses who shop at Costco on Saturday mornings. I had to include a photo of myself, so naturally I picked one where I thought I looked good. They never contacted me. Fuck my life.
Seriously…am I not hot enough to hand out Dixie cups filled with some soily tasting, unnaturally fizzy, orange liquid to older couples in matching overalls that travel to Burbank in hopes of finding 62-pound tubs of Folgers? Perhaps in the picture I chose I wasn’t showing a psycho clown smile like I had been downing this particular brand of crack for your heart for the past 72 hours. I mean, I can wear paper gloves, an apron and a hairnet and look pretty attractive, so how was I not chosen?
My photo and resume say that I am pleasant, I have retail experience, I’m intelligent, college-educated, and my hair alone would have sent a decent percentage of these bulk-loving shoppers lunging at inconsumable cases of eight ounce cans of liquid alloy. Not to mention, I am extremely talented at pouring liquid into cups, standing on my two feet, and my diction is absolutely sensational when announcing, “Would you like to try this new energy drink called “Oxidized Jitters”?
If anyone has a Costco membership and would like to scout out the Sample Hander Outers, I would love to go on a Saturday. I’d be very intrigued to see who they picked and how well they can pour 2 ounces of liquid shit with a brainless name like “Grape Illusion Gorilla Lightning” into a tiny cup because I can do it on one foot, blind-folded and still look pretty hot (that's what I was told the last time I was blind-folded and only had the use of one foot) ...I should really also pick up a triple-bottle package of the 64-ounce Heinz ketchup bottles.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
5 Things That Make Me Happy:
1. Daylight Savings Time: The extra hours of daylight after 6:00 p.m. make me really happy. The bonus sunshine tricks my mind into thinking I am leaving work early so it inspires me to run errands, enjoy an evening hike, or visit a local happy hour spot with outside seating. It automatically re-energizes me when I leave work and see the sun compared to a night in December when 6 p.m. can feel like midnight.
2. Shoes: I know, I know. It sounds so small-minded and materialistic but I love shoes, I can’t help my love for shoes, and I’ve learned to not feel guilty about this deep and true love. The happiness I feel upon a new purchase is instantaneous and uncontrollable. I love how shoes can either complete a look or be the starting point where you can build an entire outfit around the shoe. Shoes make me so happy that I am currently bouncing up and down in my seat at just the thought of a new gold strappy sandal…what? My closet needs a replacement pair.
3. Live Concerts: In the moments I am witnessing one of my favorite performers sing live, I am so happy. It is amazing to see someone you admire for their talent, perform the songs you choose to listen to everyday. It is also an incredible feeling to see and hear thousands of people sing the same song at once. I can remember last year I saw The Killers at the Hollywood Bowl and during one of their songs, I looked back at the enormous crowd and it was like everyone that was there at that moment forgot about all of their worries and were just singing along and enjoying the moment. It was a very powerful and emotional moment.
4. Cooking for friends: I always enjoy the company of my friends. What in life could make you happier than being surrounded by people you can laugh and identify with? I have recently learned I am a pretty good cook so I often cook dinner for my friends. Cooking for myself isn’t as fun, I view it more as a task, but to prepare a nice meal for a couple of good friends and enjoy it with some good laughs, wine and reality tv…I can’t think of a happier evening.
5. When my favorite sports teams win: I am the happiest person alive when the Cleveland Cavaliers pull out a huge victory, especially during the playoffs. I have been known to stand up in booths at bars with my hands in the air for hours after the winning basket has been made. My smile becomes permanent and my cheeks hurt if the Dayton Flyers or the Cleveland Indians win a crucial game. With that being said, NBA playoffs start this week and that makes me so incredibly happy to know that exciting playoff basketball will be on almost every night for 40 days! Let's go CAVS!
So....what 5 things make you happy?
1. Daylight Savings Time: The extra hours of daylight after 6:00 p.m. make me really happy. The bonus sunshine tricks my mind into thinking I am leaving work early so it inspires me to run errands, enjoy an evening hike, or visit a local happy hour spot with outside seating. It automatically re-energizes me when I leave work and see the sun compared to a night in December when 6 p.m. can feel like midnight.
2. Shoes: I know, I know. It sounds so small-minded and materialistic but I love shoes, I can’t help my love for shoes, and I’ve learned to not feel guilty about this deep and true love. The happiness I feel upon a new purchase is instantaneous and uncontrollable. I love how shoes can either complete a look or be the starting point where you can build an entire outfit around the shoe. Shoes make me so happy that I am currently bouncing up and down in my seat at just the thought of a new gold strappy sandal…what? My closet needs a replacement pair.
3. Live Concerts: In the moments I am witnessing one of my favorite performers sing live, I am so happy. It is amazing to see someone you admire for their talent, perform the songs you choose to listen to everyday. It is also an incredible feeling to see and hear thousands of people sing the same song at once. I can remember last year I saw The Killers at the Hollywood Bowl and during one of their songs, I looked back at the enormous crowd and it was like everyone that was there at that moment forgot about all of their worries and were just singing along and enjoying the moment. It was a very powerful and emotional moment.
4. Cooking for friends: I always enjoy the company of my friends. What in life could make you happier than being surrounded by people you can laugh and identify with? I have recently learned I am a pretty good cook so I often cook dinner for my friends. Cooking for myself isn’t as fun, I view it more as a task, but to prepare a nice meal for a couple of good friends and enjoy it with some good laughs, wine and reality tv…I can’t think of a happier evening.
5. When my favorite sports teams win: I am the happiest person alive when the Cleveland Cavaliers pull out a huge victory, especially during the playoffs. I have been known to stand up in booths at bars with my hands in the air for hours after the winning basket has been made. My smile becomes permanent and my cheeks hurt if the Dayton Flyers or the Cleveland Indians win a crucial game. With that being said, NBA playoffs start this week and that makes me so incredibly happy to know that exciting playoff basketball will be on almost every night for 40 days! Let's go CAVS!
So....what 5 things make you happy?
Monday, April 5, 2010
Women's Worst Enemy = Other Women?
I once read an article about how men in the workplace will frequently hire other men without feeling any sense of competition and then guide them along their career path, support them, teach them and go out of their way to act as a mentor. The article went on to say how often, women won’t hire other women, especially if attractive, because they feel threatened and there is an instant unfriendliness amongst women. Therefore, women aren’t willing to help their own kind which further holds back our gender. I think this is horribly sad. Women, are we holding eachother down?
I recently mentioned this to a girl friend who disagreed. We discussed how we embrace our female friendships and welcome new ones into our lives. We enjoy meeting new women, especially in the work place where this small group of people we see every weekday and share a good amount of our lives with, become like a second family. We welcome women who can enjoy low-maintenance laughs, cold beers, Bachelor premeire nights, and more than one bite of a baked good. But the article said we are the minority.
I have more than once been the victim of girl-on-girl work crime. At my first job out of college, an older woman tried to tell HR I was dressing inappropriately. My work clothes at that time consisted of mostly black and grey pants, button down shirts, sweaters, and a few skirts- boring, but colorful. I was living in Cleveland where it is Winter eight months out of the year, where even if I wanted to wear revealing clothing, I couldn’t because my body would be covered in mini icicles. Furthermore, I was too insecure about my post-college body to ever dress inappropriately. Perhaps it was my wardrobe’s lack of taupe trousers and charcoal-colored wool that made it seem too unsophisticated. There was an incident where this female co-worker pulled up my sweater closer to my neck and tried to tell me my bra straps were showing and warned me as if I was a child “we don’t dress like this at an office.” I told her it was a camisole and I’d never have my bra straps showing at the office. Additionally, this sweater was from The Limited, where they are hardly known for their raunchy clothing.
In an office of seven people, she went to our HR/Office Manager who didn’t agree with her claim but said she would bring it up with our president. He also found her claim unjustified. I later found out this woman had inner struggles with her appearance since childhood and always hid behind a tough, “I’m smart, I don’t have to be pretty” hard, exterior. I never once viewed her as unattractive or judged her by her appearance. She was quite humorous, she had good stories, she was smart, she was independent, she was athletic, she did her job well, and she did volunteer work on the side.
So were her personal issues of self hate just manifesting themselves into a bogus outrage at my appearance because I was young with long, amazing hair? Was this a true case of girl-on-girl work crime?
In recent years, although completely unconfirmed, I heard she had some minor procedures done, i.e. botox injections, and she got breast implants. So what is my response to that? More power to her. I never judged her on the size of her breasts to begin with so as long as she feels better about herself, she should walk tall and proud…in a strapless, bright fuchsia halter top…and all the other women of the world should cheer her on.
I recently mentioned this to a girl friend who disagreed. We discussed how we embrace our female friendships and welcome new ones into our lives. We enjoy meeting new women, especially in the work place where this small group of people we see every weekday and share a good amount of our lives with, become like a second family. We welcome women who can enjoy low-maintenance laughs, cold beers, Bachelor premeire nights, and more than one bite of a baked good. But the article said we are the minority.
I have more than once been the victim of girl-on-girl work crime. At my first job out of college, an older woman tried to tell HR I was dressing inappropriately. My work clothes at that time consisted of mostly black and grey pants, button down shirts, sweaters, and a few skirts- boring, but colorful. I was living in Cleveland where it is Winter eight months out of the year, where even if I wanted to wear revealing clothing, I couldn’t because my body would be covered in mini icicles. Furthermore, I was too insecure about my post-college body to ever dress inappropriately. Perhaps it was my wardrobe’s lack of taupe trousers and charcoal-colored wool that made it seem too unsophisticated. There was an incident where this female co-worker pulled up my sweater closer to my neck and tried to tell me my bra straps were showing and warned me as if I was a child “we don’t dress like this at an office.” I told her it was a camisole and I’d never have my bra straps showing at the office. Additionally, this sweater was from The Limited, where they are hardly known for their raunchy clothing.
In an office of seven people, she went to our HR/Office Manager who didn’t agree with her claim but said she would bring it up with our president. He also found her claim unjustified. I later found out this woman had inner struggles with her appearance since childhood and always hid behind a tough, “I’m smart, I don’t have to be pretty” hard, exterior. I never once viewed her as unattractive or judged her by her appearance. She was quite humorous, she had good stories, she was smart, she was independent, she was athletic, she did her job well, and she did volunteer work on the side.
So were her personal issues of self hate just manifesting themselves into a bogus outrage at my appearance because I was young with long, amazing hair? Was this a true case of girl-on-girl work crime?
In recent years, although completely unconfirmed, I heard she had some minor procedures done, i.e. botox injections, and she got breast implants. So what is my response to that? More power to her. I never judged her on the size of her breasts to begin with so as long as she feels better about herself, she should walk tall and proud…in a strapless, bright fuchsia halter top…and all the other women of the world should cheer her on.
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