I have a job interview to go to on Friday. I thought I might actually have a shot at getting it, since they were accepting apps from new graduates waiting to take the bar exam (in other words, because it really seems to be entry level). Then the secretary told me I needed to bring a list of three references with me to the interview. Crap. I don't have three references, personal, professional, or otherwise. My former boss hates me. Neither of my work study bosses from college work at Rollins anymore. I highly doubt a single professor remembers me after nine (law school) or twelve (undergrad) years, and I have no idea if my mom's former boss, who was technically my boss the summer I temped for them, will give me one. So what am I supposed to do in regards to the references? Just list three people and hope no one answers the phone? Beg all of you to be my references? (This is me begging if the answer to the last question is yes.)
In case anyone is looking for a premade Blogger design, I have some posted now here and here. I liked them when I did them. Now I'm not so sure, but they're there just the same. I'm going to try to do more whimsical ones and finish the one that Colleen from Books in the City decided not to go with later in the week. Meanwhile, my queue is empty if you want a custom design.
Did anyone watch Dance Your Ass Off last night? Did you find it odd that everyone on there can say ass basically every 30 seconds, but Oxygen has to spell the show Dance Your A** Off, I'm assuming for FCC reasons? I find it extremely odd, but then again I also find it extremely odd that merely adding the letters h-0-l-e to the end of ass can get you fined. I mean both words deal with the same geographical area of your anatomy. Why one is considered any more offensive or dirty than the other I will never understand, unless we're still going off the idea that ass is just another word for a donkey. Seriously, who in 2010 talks about donkeys on national TV so often that the distinction would really matter?
If you watched Dance Your Donkey Off, did you also find the bald male judge creepy? I was hoping that, since I watched last season and should therefore be used to Old Baldy, he would seem less like that weird guy in the trench coat who stares at you from the mall food court and more like one of the other dance show judges. He doesn't. He's still creepy to me.
Apparently, the big Twitter and talk show topic of the day is some picture Perez Hilton posted of Miley Cyrus yesterday. He must be scared that the FBI's child porn unit is about to break his door down because the shot is now gone from his Twitter picture account and from his blog. I guess he's never heard that once something is on the Internet, it's there for good.
Speaking of that picture, I didn't see it, but I heard the hosts of The View talking about it this morning. From what I could gather Miley was going commando in a mini skirt. I'm sorry. I know a live a sheltered life sometimes, but why would anyone want to do that? Even when I run out of underwear and don't have time to wash a full load of clothes, I don't go commando. I either run to Walmart and buy some more, put on my bathing suit, or wash a pair by hand. Was Miley trying to avoid panty lines? Because if she was, they do make thongs for a reason, and if the thong showed, maybe it's time someone moved up a size instead of foregoing underwear altogether. Just saying...
Maybe Miley was just trying to follow in the pantiless footsteps of such great role models as Paris and Lindsey. I don't know. Either way Perez should not have posted the picture because SHE IS STILL UNDERAGE. Her bad fashion sense does not give him the right to break the law. Just saying that as well...
Speaking of breaking the law, once again my idiot neighbors have no respect for the water restrictions in Georgia. Almost every afternoon for the last month we have had hours of thunderstorms. Yesterday was no exception. The last time I checked rain, especially torrential rain, does a pretty good job of washing the dirt off your car. Nevertheless, my neighbor was outside at 8 a.m. this morning washing all four cars in the driveway. Idiot. I guarantee you if I even tried to wash just one wheel on my car on my off day (the guy's address dictates a Mon-Wed-Sat morning wash schedule), the local police department would slap me with a $1000 fine faster than I could whine, "But they did it." My neighbors, on the other hand, can wash their cars every day from now until the end of time, and no one but me would care.
The rain isn't doing anything to cool the air. Today's heat index is supposed to be up to 110. That's just way too hot. I swear if it wasn't for Sarah Palin and a lack of money, I would move to Alaska during the summer months. Dang her for ruining an entire state.
