The Friday Five
This morning I was awoken to the sight of My Yums staring directly at me, like within a couple inches of my face. I opened my eyes and could see the murder in her eyes. I jumped out of bed and quickly fed her. Then I checked my bed for anything that she might have killed while I slept...thankfully there were no horse heads.
I'm looking forward to a stormy weekend of doing a whole lot of nothing. I'm leaving early today because I've already worked over 40 hours this week and I need a break. I don't plan on doing much cooking either. I just need to relax. I want to slow sip some bourbon, listen to some music, listen to the rain fall, and maybe take a few naps.
As I was finishing up some return paperwork today I giggled a little bit as I was going over the charges from the vendor. The gentleman who sent me over the paperwork has an interesting last name...well, a most unfortunate last name. As I scanned over the document I came to the end where it said "Prepared by: HISCOX". I seriously waved my arms around laughing this morning. I love it when no one is here.
I'm grouchy today. If I had a nice metal trash can I'd climb in and hide for awhile and yell at people that bothered me. Oscar the Grouch style. I am in desperate need of a nap, and then maybe another nap. And maybe some tacos.
Have I told you guys I quote "Inception" at every interview I sit in. I like watching people's faces especially in the business I'm in when I sit there and answer a question with "what's the most resilient thing?" If you know the movie the answer is "an idea". I also had a guy once in an interview ask me if I was married with children. When I answered "no" he looked at me and said "I cannot imagine what that must be like." I smiled and answered "are you asking me what it's like to have the opportunity to be a part of the lives of beautiful and diverse women, to learn things from them, to love and be loved? Well sir, in my experience, it's been pretty awesome." No bullshit. I didn't get the job, but fuck that guy. No seriously, Fuck. That. Guy.
