For anyone who is as glad to have it be the weekend as I am ... may this be the theme song to your weekend:
Because I rarely have anything positive to say on this stupid blog (withthe exception of telling you to read Jen Lancaster's books ... cuz everyone really should worship her funny) ...
It dawned on me during a discussion last weekend that I am currently without passion. I do not have a goal, a driving force, or light in the oh so distant future of this shall we call tunnel I suddenly realize that I am in.
The question posed was: if I could have any job in the world, what would I do?
*blink* *blink*
Does professional lazy ass count as a real job?
Truthfully, I'd never be happy with that job. It is so not rewarding. In undergrad, the goal was to graduate and make a difference in the world. In grad school, the goal was to graduate and be part of the larger machine that just might make a difference in the world. Now? Meh. I'm too tired to make a difference in the world. How am I going to counteract that much stupidity and arrogance?
Yeah, yeah ... I know ... one day at a time ... one piece at a time ... eating an elephant one bite at a time and all that ...
And I have become a bit of a self-loather in my discouraged state. I hate people like me that have a seat instead of going on. Welcome to my vicious cycle. But I digress...
I cannot think of something that I am qualified to redirect my attention toward that doesn't already have people far more meaningful attacking it in ways that would make my effort pitiful and sad.
...I think I'm moving but I go nowhere...
And yes, I told her that to her face tonight when she signed my copy of her third book.
Go read her books ... NOW! I don't care if you have to drag your ass to whatever skanky ass library your town has. If they don't have copies, beat the purchasing librarian with a copy of Kitchen Confidential from that smug prick Anthony Bourdain until he/she agrees to get you one.
Here's your handy-dandy, convenient checklist to make sure you don't forget to read a single side busting word:
Book One: Bitter is the New Black : Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass,Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office
Book Two: Bright Lights, Big Ass: A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl's Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me?
Book Three: Such a Pretty Fat: One Narcissist's Quest To Discover if Her Life Makes Her Ass LookBig, Or Why Pie is Not The Answer
Why on earth is it fashionable for people to wear pseudo-military uniforms/patches like they've somehow earned them?
Granted, the people on the tv programs that I watch that have done this are people that I find pretty annoying anyway ...
... but Padma? Seriously? You're the host of a cooking competition. I appreciate your nod to our service members but WTF??