Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » work sucks

Wednesday.

Worst day at work.

Just plain crazy. Should rename that joint to “The Zoo”. Why is it that the day you are determined to stay on schedule and be extra productive, people seem to know, and take advantage of you?

I must have gotten at least six calls that I could have easily just bounced into my voice mail, to get to later, by the touch of a button, but NOOOOOO. Today is the day my phone isn’t acting right. I dialed a number for a vendor in Minneapolis and was told by a recording that “The number, xyz-xyzz has been disconnected or is not in service” Eh?  The number that the recorded chick gave me isn’t EVEN THE NUMBER I DIALED!! mmmkay. Time to stop what I’m doing for another interruption. Well, at least I got a new phone out of the deal.

Looking back, I laugh at myself ’cause it wasn’t really that bad a day, after all, it did go along pretty quickly, and that’s all that really matters.

I am sooooo sleepy even as I type this, and although I had lots planned to share tonite, I’m gonna have to hit the hay.  I’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning plus I haven’t packed my lunch or planned an outfit for tomorrow, either. I sure as heck am not gonna go do that now, since I’m in no condition to, so I will do that junk in the a.m.

Oh, meohmy…. It’s waaaaaay past my bedtime.

Same day, different year..

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » pre mid-life crisis or just career woes?

Monday has come and gone.

Dilemmas have been fretted about and resolved.

The sun has risen and set…

and I am STILL without a job that I like AND the cajones to go out and get a better one! That’s right, folks, the era of the independent but utterly squeamish and softhearted  careerwoman is here!

I’m short on the green stuff. The thing that makes the world go ’round. The paper that American dreams are based on.

This, I have figured, is what I NEED. It’s been decided, as of about a month ago, that I was going to start to get my skills noticed by coming out with an idea for a business–a plan, if you will, to do more than just toot my own horn. To find and establish my market, or at least a customer base of some kind.

Let me tell you business is TOUGH. You wanna try to get customers? Word of mouth is simply one of the best ways, in my area of business, to do just that. If you don’t have a customer base, who can testify to your product’s or service’s quality and worth, and how in the heck are you gonna be able to prove yourself? It’s very hard, because in this business, the work I’m offering to do for a fee can be done by people themselves. There’s no value added to offering a service or product that people can already do themselves.

It’s not like I can’t FIND a market, there is a market for my business, although small, and with a shell that’s tougher to crack than a tortise’s–But nonetheless, I am currently trying to tap into it. How do I know about this market? Well, there are people (small business owners, mom & pop business operators and others who, yeah, if they sat down and thought about it, they could handle doing this task, why in heck should they PAY someone to do it for them…on the flip side of that, there are still people who would rather have it done professionally and are willing to pay reasonably for that service. However, without some major moolah, I don’t know how I can pull this off. Without it, I have to do all this ‘word of mouth’ stuff until I turn blue in the face and believe me, blue is not my color. I’m an Autumn.

But I digress.  Back to where I was.

Oh, yeah. I was just saying that there were people who are in need of my services, but unfortunately, most of these people are just the sort that would put me out of business. They are the ones who go out of their way to hire someone with a ‘degree in this or that or some such thing’ and don’t even give us people (some of whom are just naturally talented, and don’t need any framed certificate adorning our walls to make us feel good about ourselves in order to succeed.

O.K. This is where I get on my soapbox and go off in another entirely different tirade.  Alright.  In the last few years, all the way up to now, even, this is a common scenario: An employer is looking for someone to fill a job involving alot of creativity, given the choice between hiring the college grad w/the degree or the high school and/or trade school grad w/NO degree but w/work experience in that field, I bet you nine times our of ten, the employer will choose the college grad. Why? They go on the pure rationale that a person w/a degree in that field is automatically expected to be the better candidate, as opposed to one without the credentials. The one that doesn’t get the interview may have a better a handle on the job. Some or even lots of experience. But no credentials.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not biasing against the person with the degree, and not to say that a degree or schooling is a waste of time, or money, even. But that just goes to show you how these days, the hiring criteria used by employers nowadays just seems to largely benefit only those that have the advantage of a higher education under their belts.

Perhaps I’m a little bit wrong. I don’t have the statistics right on hand here, but I read somewhere about all kinds of successful people, some long dead and some still around, that did not go after a secondary education, ended up being just as successful or even more so, as those who did. Unfortunately, not only did these people find themselves having to bust their asses getting to where they are now, but they faced the same questions I am asking right here.

I am only justifying the nature of this ‘rooting for the underdog’, as it were, by saying that perhaps it’s more rewarding for those of us have-nots, that do end up getting the job, because it proves that a degree is not all that necessary. Especially if the so-called ‘less qualified candidate’ in question has a good work history and no evidence of being a slacker of some sort, and can also prove their worth. Just how they can prove it, however, is another dilemma, if this continues to be a major practice in the job market today.

Somebody back me up, here, dangit! Does anyone else agree with me that now, more than ever, freelancers, self-starters, entrepeneurs, volunteers, artists, writers and creative contributers of all sorts hang in the balance, hoping for the ideal gig?

Perhaps you are a person in this same hiring trap. All because of what is being termed credentialism, and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Weird Searches of the Week

Okay, so this normally gets posted on Sunday…sorry I’m a bit late this week. I did the same thing last week too! Geez. I should just start doing it on Mondays then eh? Well, here are my WEIRDEST search requests for the week…

has two penises
No, I don’t. I have none, actually, being that I’m an anatomically full-fledged female. But there’s this guy I wrote about back a few years ago, that does.

+divorcing crack addict
There are no crack addicts here, divorced and otherwise. I did do an entry about Fantasy headlines for 2006, wherein I foresaw Michael Jackson’s marriage to a crack-addicted Macauley Culkin but apparently someone was looking for advice on how to divorce a crack addict though. I’m guessing it would be easy. Why doncha just take away Tyrone’s crack? Done like dinner.

annette benning academy
The Annette Benning Academy of Acting: We teach you how to get nominated for Oscars and lose to the same actress twice in 5 years!

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » I’m the psycho chick from Pulp Fiction

I got this from Mike… 

You are…

It has to be YOUR way. When it isn’t, you panic, but hold your ground. You keep your gun pointed and trigger finger ready, but you’d never really hurt anyone. Though you like being tough, feeling control, you often enjoy blending in and being part of the ordinary human race.

What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Entertainment update, website reviews & more

Rosie O’Donnell has a new magazine. Want to be in it? Go to her site and send her an email to include your story or suggestion. It says when sending e-mail, keep in mind that Rosie O’Donnell is very busy and cannot answer every email!!! Here’s what they are looking for:

*Stories about people who’ve gone up and down on the scale–with pictures to prove it!(I wonder what sort of entertainment value this provides? -bj)

*Beauty makeover candidates. Tell us why you deserve a great new look!(because this one isn’t doing it for me? -bj)

*Opinions, opinions–on everything from personal pet peeves to political passions.(just not gun stuff though, right Rosie? -bj)

*Photos of kids that are cute enough to make you cry.(awww, now I’m gettin’ misty -bj)You’re supposed to send your photos and stories, plus a daytime phone number, to: Rosie, The Magazine, Department W, 375 Lexington Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10017 (they can’t guarantee that all materials will be returned)!

Now that’s what I call crap
Every six months or so some god-awful people are in charge of compiling a cd of popular songs. It’s called “Now That’s What I Call Music”. As opposed to what? One can only wonder what this poor person was exposed to, previously! There is no more than maybe two songs on it!

Calling all pre-pubescent, ‘Dawson’s Creek’-watching, undereducated and over self-esteemed young fashion victims
(I’m GUESSING the target audience here) Wanna find out if your crush likes you back? The idea behind this is if you know their email, eCRUSH can send them a message saying someone likes them & invite them to sign up too, then if you’re LUCKY, they sign up (’cause they’re not suckers for junk e-mail, right?! -bj), they list you as a crush too & eCRUSH matches you two lucky bastards up. http://www.ecrush.com/vg

http://www.spliffo.com
(author’s note: isn’t ’spliff’ a slang marijuana term? -bj) Upon inspecting the splash page I am told: -Wether you wanted to or not, you have reached Spliffo Planet-I decided to check it out anyway and hope there’s better spelling inside. Oooh! Here’s a linkup to the next page and I get to choose between 2 frame version or the 3 frame version! Yikes. Aren’t frames sooo four years ago? Unfortunately, that’s not all that’s wrong with it. Aside from the fact that the people who run the site obviously have some talent with regards to cartoon drawing, this site sucks. Navigation-wise, it’s bad because…[more]

Just a note:
Today is my birthday…big whoop. I’m 28 today and have lots planned for the rest of the weekend (haha it’s Sunday already) I get alot of shit for having been born on April Fool’s Day but there are perks. One of them is the fact that it’s Spring! I can almost always count on a nice day when my birthday comes. The other nice things are: I’m an Aries (we’re the BEST sign) and we have (mostly) good qualities!

In somewhat related news, my other sites, The Church of Carson Daly and Complete Woman are being updated, keep your eye on them for some exciting new info and fun!
Much more, later

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » work, oscars, bar adventures

The end of March. I am NOT working today and glad of it. I will not be stopped from having a mentally relaxing and perhaps somewhat productive day off! You couldn’t if ya tried…

All I remember was being able to do some laundry, pay some bills and take a little break. I took a bus ride to the bank and stopped off for some breakfast, a new hardcover book accompanying me. So far it is okay, it’s reading along nicely.

Oh, hey, I forgot to comment on the Oscars…oh well, hardly a huge deal this year.  I was taping them when they were on Sunday nite ’cause I had some work to do.  I watched part of the awards on Monday nite and then caught the rest of them this morning.  It was a bit annoying all week to have had to cover my ears and “shoosh” people or hum loudly whenever anyone around me was talking about them.

Dont’ get me wrong.  I give two shits about Hollywood.  But I like to be on the inside track so that water cooler discussions don’t leave me wondering, “What are they talking about?”  I kinda had some predictions but of course I always like to be a little surprised.

Although this year was a bit different as far as surprises go. Of course Kevin Spacey would get the pick for best lead male actor. Kinda crappy since I was rooting for Denzel. I am in love with Denzel. Who wouldn’t be? I like everything he does and would always pick him so I was sort of biased this year as far as that category goes.

Last night one of my girlfriends and I went out galavanting. We decided to go to this a cute little bar down the street from where she lives downtown, I guess some guy who used to play for the Chicago Bears owns it, which I guess would explain why the place was decked out in navy blue and orange,

LOL…Anyway, aside from slingin’ back a few bottles o’ beer and shooting three games of pool w/these two guys who would have rather played with us than wait all night for us to finish, we had a few laughs and of course I was the first one to go ask the bartender for a towel.  For some reason I am always spilling beer! hahah…whoever goes to the bars w/me would know this and of course it’s sort of a tradition.

Then we ended up at the Radisson hotel bar where we grubbed on buffalo wings and then it was time for me to go home, thank God ’cause the girls working the bar must have had about enough of us making snide comments in the general direction of the t.v. (Who Wants To Be a Millionaire was on) and of course you all know I love Regis Philbin about as much most people love having to go to the dentist!

Well, I see that its getting late and I still have some work to do and people to chat up.

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Bored to tears

This weekend went by sooooooo fast….especially since last nite I consumed more tequila than was necessary.

I can’t wait for the Oscars, although I will admit I’m not as excited to see them as I had been in years past. I’m not looking forward to working on Monday, nor am I looking forward to these colder temps they say are coming this way. March always comes in like a lion, I suppose. If I have to endure one more blustery day, I may lose it altogether.

Sloan: “The city looks so peaceful from up here.” Ferris: “Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred fifty-three feet.”

Cameron: “I think I see my dad.” -Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, 1986

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Wish You Were Here

I cannot believe my eyes and ears, watching and listening as Pink Floyd plays live, for the first time together in years, in London for the Live8 event.

Rock on!

I’ll be reporting other highlights later. Gotta go enjoy the rest of it while it lasts…

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » I’ve been up to a whole lot of nothing, as usual

Since last I wrote, I’ve had an uneventful boring week at the fulltime job I hate, did some work for the new part time job I love, and visited alot with friends and family. For the first time in a week, I’ve also slept in my own bed! Haha..it’s not like it sounds.  Last week it was so g.d. hot, that I camped out on the couch every night with the a/c and floor fan going. Thank goodness for oscilating three speed floor fans. Got it at Sears, about two summers ago, and I cannot live without it.

Yesterday I went to a barbeque and then today we ate chicken from The Coop and now I’ve got heartburn…blechh.

Well, on a more pleasant note, I DID get to see a bit of the aurora borealis last nite and also a splendid sunset this evening.

Will post pics later, from our infamous bar night adventures last week.

Oh Christmas…now I see how late it is and I should be getting ready for bed, dammit.

Just as I am relaxing and enjoying myself I have to cut stuff short.

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Booya & Beer

I haven’t been up to much lately, just working my 2 jobs and surviving day to day, what with being nearly broke all the time. That’s my own damn fault, though, and I am working on it.

This last weekend was o.k., I went and did some grocery shopping on Saturday and it was SOOOOO HOT out, so I just hung around the house awhile.

Saturday night I tried to do some work, but I just got bored so I was on the phone for a couple hours and then I monkeyed around on the computer til late. I think I was up until 4am just because I wasn’t sleepy at all.

My mom and dad FINALLY came home from being at my grandma’s house in Duluth since like, right after Memorial weekend. They are just glad to be home after being gone so long. It was just lucky that they’re retired so they were able to stay and take care of Grandma that whole time.

On Sunday I was working for like an hour when Sandy and Tony came over and said “Let’s go!” I almost forgot about the Booya on that day. If you have never heard of a Booya, it is basically a fundraiser that the fire department in Newport puts together every July on the weekend after the holiday and I have been going to it almost every year since I was a kid.

They have a beer truck set up next to a big tent and tables everywhere to sit, and you can get beers for $1.00 US all day, plus they have games for the kids and craps tables and bingo inside the fire hall. The local Boy Scout troops even come out every year and sell sno-cones and nachos and stuff. For two days before the event, they cook I don’t know how many GALLONS of soup, which is very good and they call it Booya. They make it from chicken stock and oxtails and vegetables and people haul just buckets and pails of it out of there to take home, ’cause it’s so popular.

All day long they sell pulltab tickets and raffle tickets which they call the numbers out for and give away a bottle of liquor like every ten minutes. The major raffles this year were a kid’s brand new bike, $500.00, and $100.00. They also raffle off a little red Radio Flyer wagonload full of booze too.

So basically all day Sunday, I drank beer all day with Sandy and Tony and our friends. It was super hot and sticky almost all day but the beer was nice and cold so it wasn’t all that bad.

Then after everyone went home, we didn’t feel like going home so we all went to the Cloverleaf bar over by the highway, and that place is a total dump, but we were already drunk so we all went over there anyway ’cause they had air conditioning. We had some more beers and played darts, and we were messin’ with everyone there and taking pictures of stuff.

This lady came in with all this candy she was selling for one of her kids’ sports teams or whatever, Tony bought this big ol’ box of Bazooka Joe bubble gum and I was chewing some.

I blew this great big bubble and got like half of the gum on my face so I had to go into the bathroom to wash it off.  Before I went down the hall everybody was bitching about the music ’cause the jukebox was done playing. When I went to walk to the bathroom, this old nasty guy, was sitting at the bar close to the bathroom and he says to me “Say, put a couple quarters in the jukebox, would you, young lady?” and I said “Um, I’ll be right back.”

When I got back out of the bathroom I totally ignored the guy when I was walking back to where we were sitting. While I was in the bathrrom getting the gum off my face, my sister had gone to the jukebox and came back and was telling everyone something and laughing. I asked her what happened and she said while she was at the jukebox she hears this same old guy and all of his even nastier friends all chuckling and har-dee-har-har-ing and she was minding her business and she looks away from the jukebox for like a second and she sees this dude mooning his friends and they are all having a great laugh and she was like ‘Oh my GOD’ and laughs to herself about how stupid these guys are and then she said that when she walked past him, to get back to our spot in the bar the guy says to her ‘Did you see me naked?” and she’s like “No?!!” and he says “Do you wanna?” and she all but RAN back to the table. Do you believe some of the stuff people do in bars?

Good golly.

I managed to kick ass at darts for awhile even though almost all the ones I threw went on the floor! My sister was yelling ’cause she was losing, something awful.

It was fun for awhile but then I benched it for the rest of the night so Tony’s drunk ass could play but he was no better. His friend Chris was makin’ us all laugh ’cause he is a frontman for this band and we call him the Rock Star. Plus Tony called him Fuckin’ Chris once so now Chris is always calling Tony Fuckin’ Tony and it’s really funny. He was calling Donna, “Crazy Donna” and Donna was like, “Whatever” when he called her that.

Sandy and I were all yelling about how come we don’t have nicknames. It was really fun ’cause Chris was really trippin’ us out. He usually has nothing to say but we were laughin’ our asses off at him, plus it was fun to get him in pictures. Ha! I will post them later, for sure.

I got lots more to talk about but I better get some work done or else I’ll be deeper in the hole.

Later…