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Monday, 21 December 2009

  • I am Jack's Unequivocal Disatisfaction

    I woke up this morning well-rested. I ate a large breakfast. I laughed while perusing Texts From Last Night over my morning coffee. And it all went downhill from there. I was dreading it. I knew since 4:45 last Friday that I would dread Monday at 8:15 a.m. I have grown to begin loathing my job. Every moment spent thinking about work is full of dread, boredom, and dissatisfaction.

    I am disgruntled. Why? I haven't gotten a raise in over 2 years - since I started. I have asked for a review, where I was told not right now, but remind them in a couple of months. That reminder came and went, and was tactfully avoided. Yet new people are being hired. Advantage is being taken of the new girl. They're throwing her into the role of "production coordinator" on top of already doing the job she was hired for (digital media... the two are completely unrelated). I'm not sure that she has any idea what she is doing.

    I spent my afternoon reveling in the vision that is Brad Pitt's abs in Fight Club. Never have these words rang truer:

    "Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

    I don't care about buying "things" so much as just wanting to be able to go out with friends and enjoy their company. Being able to attend my friend's bachelorette party in Phoenix. Being able to attend her wedding in Mexico. Unfortunately these are NOT simple pleasures but things that do require money. I want to pay off my fucking taxes that I've been slaving away with since June. The lift of that burden alone would do me a world of difference.

    What would Tyler Durden do? He'd blow this janky excuse for an office up with a homemade explosive. But that doesn't really coincide with my general affection for not being incarcerated. So what else can I do? I don't know. Sit around and be pissed off I suppose.

    I leave you with these words of wisdom: Shoving feathers up your ass doesn't make you a chicken.



Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • Observations from the Gym

    The other night I was doing my treadmill routine at my new gym. They have very nice equipment, most of them have mounted televisions on them. As I'm pounding away on the elliptical, I notice the girl on the treadmill in front of me is watching "The Biggest Loser." Inspirational, no? I, contrastingly, am watching "America's Best Places to Pig Out" on the Travel Channel. The number one place to pig out in America, as it turns out, is Lamber's Cafe in Sikeston, MO. That's about twenty minutes from my parents' house. While I watch the Lambert's segment, I see at least two people that I know. One is Brandon Arnold, he's waiting tables there. The other is a girl who is supposedly just eating there... and also happens to be currently dating one of Brandon's friends. Coincidental, I'm sure.

    Secondly... what's better than working out in jeans?

    Working out in Camo.

Friday, 13 November 2009

  • My head is a box filled with nothing...

    ... and that's the way I like it!

    I've just finished building my online portfolio for my writing. Check it out, let me know if you like it (or if you notice any mistakes/issues):

    www.ashleykleffer.blogspot.com

    Now, to find prospective employers to send it to.

    On a side note... only Blair and I could arrive late to a party with the reason that we were held behind by a Venezuelan palm reader.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • Will work for nothing at all...

    Well what's new with me? I'm poor. That's what. My 2 year anniversary of working at my current job came around in September and I've still yet to get a raise. I've tried my best to find a new job that will pay me more, with no luck. The economy is hurting too bad. So, that's left me with my last resort. Getting a second job. I've applied for a few things, gotten a couple responses, and scheduled one interview. It's to help out a disabled woman 4-8 hours a week. With a little internet stalking and excellent deductive reasoning skills, I've discovered that said woman is def, blind, relatively young, of Indian decent and is a Doctor. Or, at least, former doctor. Gastroenterologist to be precise. I had to stalk her since you can never be too careful with Craigslist and it made me doubly weirded out when she said her name was Full Moon. I suppose she thought she couldn't be too careful as well since she used a fake identity to act like a third party who posted the ad. I can't blame her really. I'd be wary too if I were blind, def, had a bum leg and lived on my own. I tracked her down using her email address and her house address. Looks like she belongs to a family of doctors. I also found her name listed as a donor for some organization specializing in seeing eye dogs. So at least I know she's telling the truth about being blind. I get to meet her at 5:30 this afternoon.

    Still trying to get a job as liquor promo girl as well. Have been back and forth with these nitwits for three weeks about getting an interview. I'm not really sure I want to work for someone so disorganized and unpunctual, regardless of how little time it may consume. Oh well, I can use the extra $100 a week. Working five hours on a Saturday for $20/hr cash isn't such a bad deal.

    Yesterday I joined the gym at the end of my street. Now, let's just hope that my search for a second job doesn't eat up all the spare time I would've had to actually use it.

    Also, I'm interviewing for a volunteer PR position with Gateway Pet Rescue. I love animals, and it'll boost my resume as well. So why not?

    In the meantime, anybody who can find me a steady second job, preferably one that pays cash and requires little time... hook me up!

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

  • Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

    If Carmen Sandiego and Waldo had a kid, it'd probably be invisible.

    So where've I been? Strapped for cash and on the run. That's where. Anybody know where I can pick up some freelance work? Cause I need the cash.

    Christmas is coming up. Lil' bro's birthday. Mom's birthday. Dad's birthday. Lil cuz #1 and #2's birthdays. A wedding in Mexico. Engagement parties. Showers. Dear GOD HELP ME I need money. I'm so desperate I've even applied to become a shot girl. Yeah, you know, those scantily clad hoes that walk around bars delving out free alcohol samples. A sad day for my dignity indeed. I have a full time job. I shouldn't be worrying about this.

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