To Obtain a Position In The Field of Business

I've been reading some resumes lately, and of course hitting my head against the wall in frustration over writing my own. A remarkable number of applicants wish to obtain positions where they can utilize their skills to grow careers in the field of business. Hmmm, really? The field of business? Maybe you ought to widen your horizons, I hear the field of business is pretty full already of people utilizing their skills to grow their careers. Maybe you want to consider the field of enterprise instead, or possibly the field of commerce.

This weekend I drove down to my ol' No-Virginny home to hang out with my parentals and Lil Italian Redhead et Valpaker et Cuddle Party Alphatron et whoever else wanted to. The drive down was lame cuz it was hot and humid and my back was killing me. But, I made it and spent a lovely few hours avec ma pere et mere, and then Lil Italian Redhead came and got me and we all went to the Austin Grill and ate too much, and then we retired to Cosi and ate too much.

We were saved from eating TOO much too much by the crappiness of Cosi's desserts. Seriously. Lil' Italian ordered the 'creme brulee' cheesecake, and it come dusted with flour. He returned it and got one that wasn't dusterd with flour, and it was still bad. I got apple pie with ice cream, and the ice cream was crunchy and the pie was just kind of meh. The S'moreos were quite delicious however.

I drove back early Sunday morning and miracle of miracles, hit no significant traffic. Unbelievable! Not in effin' Delaware, not anywhere on the Turnpike, not even on 495 around DC. I'd told various people I'd call them while I was stuck in traffic, and I was afraid to call anyone because I was afraid to jinx it.

This evening: appointment with sports medicine dewd! Please sah, can you fix my back?

Ouch ouch ouch

Last night we scrimmaged with the always awesome Long Island Roller Girls and those scrappy'n'tenacious Morristown Madams. It was mad fun. I thought we'd be skating as GSR girls vs. everyone else, but we picked mixed teams, which was GREAT. Our capn' was Yula G., and Captain Morgan was on our team as well, yaaaaay.

But now, my lower back, she hurts. Stupid exercise, demanding things of my lazy-ass muscles...

Counter Clockwise, Death of a Nemesis, and Szechuan

1. In derby, we skate counter-clockwise around the track. I'm not spatially talented, so I have to picture a clock, picture which way the hands move, make them move backward, make the clock face really large, and lay it down on the track, and then I go, 'oh yeah, we're moving counter-clockwise.'

It was even more difficult when we did a rotation drill and were told to rotate counter-clockwise within the pack. What did this mean? I couldn't make it work and never knew where I should be.

This weekend I went for a jog/walk around the track in the park. There were lots of folks out, and we were all walking counter-clockwise, except for one old guy defiantly stalking around in a clockwise direction.

So, who decided that when we move in a circle, we will move in this direction? Is it in our bodies? Does it have something to do with the tides? Or do we just feel like moving left and in, left and in, left and in?

2. Having been at my current job for some years now, I have built up a nemesis or two. One, a manager at a vendor, was so fearsome that I dreaded having to call her, email her, or do anything that she might have something to do with. Last year I had to have twice-monthly calls with her which always adversely affected my blood pressure. I just found out today that she passed away. I found her obituary. Apparently many people liked, loved and respected her. It feels very strange to know I won't work with her again.

3. Today we ordered chinese takeout for lunch. Here's how my co-worker pronounces the word 'szechuan': SHEH-shuh-wan. I secretly find this hilarious.

Delightful Delicious Day Off!

Which will consist of, if all goes according to plan:

• purchasing too much at Itunes store
• listening to new purchases whilst ellipticizing during lovely non-peak-hour at gym
• manicure
• moseying about town
• afternoon nap
• afternoon movie (SUPERBAD!)

Cool People Rule! Also, bwah ha ha!

http://tiffleigh.livejournal.com/135949.html

Yep. She WAS a ho.... For sho'.

Some dude at my work tried to add me as a Myspace friend, and it fully freaked me out. I don't have my real name on my profile, and I'm not Myspace-d to any work people, so I thought I was safe. Not so apparently.

Anyway, I actually have no idea who the dude is, except from the occasional email. He doesn't work on my floor. All of his Myspace friends are co-workers or former co-workers. Also, they're all guys. Also also, they're all these kind of macho, vaguely fratty/corporate but with a West New York/Jersey City twist, movin' up the ladder in the direction of finance type dudes.

So anyways, being a roller girl, I have the requisite slutty roller-girl pic up. I really have no interest in anyone I work with seein' my pic o' sluttiness. That's kind of the whole point of having an alter ego... so that stupid work people don't know it's you.

I didn't reject the friend request, I just ignored it, and I adjusted my profile so only my friends can see my pics (slutty and otherwise.)

Today, the dude in question organized one of those 'I'm going to get you in trouble'-style meetings. I know it's got nothing to do with the Myspace thing, but that doesn't stop me from getting the urge to stand up in the middle of the meeting and yell "THIS IS BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR MYSPACE FRIEND, ISN'T IT??? WELL I'M NOT YOUR CYBER-WHORE!"

In other news, failed roller-date boy desperately wants another chance.

Letting the days go by, letting the water hold me down

Und zo? (Sprechen zie awesome?)

Well, the date didn't go horribly wrong, it just kind of didn't happen. I was on my way to the rink, and the dude called and was all saying he might be delayed, and then was all trying to change it from a skatin' date to a drinkin' date, and I really wasn't having that. So I was like, I'LL be at the rink, if you could show up, that'd be cool.

First Thursday adult skate night at Branch Brook Park is NUTS. Tons and tons of fly skaters show up, and they're all amazing. I'm not amazing, so after a while I felt awkward out on the floor, because chains of skaters spin and fly by you, and it was so crowded I got bumped a few times. Nothing serious, and of course if there's one thing I'm used to by now, it's being hit while on skates.

But anyway, I skated for a while and then it was just ridiculously crowded. I called the guy, and he hadn't left yet, despite it being a good 45 minutes after our original meetup time, so I was like, eh, abort mission. If you can't meet at a place and a time, well... that's a problem. Meetings have to involve coordinations of time and space. Until we all ascend or become completely virtual that's just how it has to go.

Of course I can't go to adult skate without becoming infected... I'm now itching to become a jam skater. Must learn to spin and glide... And every time I've gone to adult skate, even tho' I'm obviously not that good, when I leave someone always says, "Are you leaving? Don't leave!" Next time, next time, jam skaters, I promise I'll stay until 2am... just not this time...

Ways That My Blind Date Could Go Horribly Wrong

-date could turn out to be very old
-date could turn out to be very very short
-date could smell bad
-date could be racist, hence causing awkward situation as first meeting is at skating rink in Newark
-date could fall and break ankle
-I could fall and break ankle
-date could insist on buying me pretzel, forcing me to stray from strict Jenny Craig diet
-date could be boring conversationalist
-I could be boring conversationalist
-Terrorists could decide to attack Newark just for a change of pace
-Date could be cooler than me, and get fake cell phone call halfway through date, declare fake emergence, say his cat is quite ill and he's very sorry but he must bail, leaving me to agree with personal theory that I should just stay home and channel surf, why not, it isn't hurting anyone and besides, I'm good at it

These Days Leave Me Hopelessly Lugubrious

There's a 7 foot tall inflated rat with red scary eyes and claws looming over Route 17. He's menacing the small stretch between the shopping center with the Panera in it and the Exon where I used to go to get string cheese. He's also sort of in front of a new something being built.

His purpose is completely unclear. Is he scaring people away from the construction site? Is the new building to be a Halloween shop? Is the Exon... evil?

I don't think any of us will ever know for sure, except perhaps the secret society of dastardly ne'er-do-wells who inflated him and placed him en route to my daily mid-day break from work (note to shoe designers: toe cleavage = not attractive! Please modify for next season so I can buy some cheap flats.)

I'm going to practice now...

...but I'm so freakin' tired. I have no idea why, either. I got plenty o' sleep. But I'm so very very tired.