So I'm unemployed. Of course I turn to Blog.

Not really unemployed but I'm so UNDERemployed that I feel useless and unable to pay my rent so I guess that means unemployed.

So I've been looking all day for jobs on Craigslist. I don't have much experience as a writer per say, besides my weekly GMU Players emails in college that could probably be printed out and compiled into a volume to rival War and Peace. I feel like I'm a good story teller. I prefer to do this on stage, but if people are hiring writers and paying them money... when they are NOT hiring actors and paying them money... maybe this is something I should look in to.

I never feel like I have anything to say. My life is so ordinary and mundane compared to some. That's it. Nothing to say. The End.

p.s. I started crying looking at the Inauguration pictures in People Magazine this week. How does the O'Bama family do that to so many of us? That sexy Irish bastard. I feel like I live in a different country than I did a few months ago. A country where our leader is a real person with a real family and real problems - who really cares about the greater good. It's going to take a while to get used to this.

Watch this. Even if you're not into politics. Even if you've already decided who to vote for. Even if you've already seen it. Watch it again. Pass it on.

Tornado

I was enjoying my typical dinner of ice cream alone on the couch
watching Scrubs, (oh that Zach Braff is so cute and funny) when I heard
a fire truck that wouldn't move. The janitor gets foiled again...
haha... what's up with that fire truck? Maybe its not a fire truck.
Maybe its an alarm. But what for? Jeez it started raining awfully
suddenly. Then from some dusty corner of my brain something whispered
"tornado siren" and I put my shoes on quickly while the rest of my brain
took a second to really let that sink in. My brain caught up while I
was locking the back door and heading down our exterior stairs being
pelted with rain.

My freshly active brain said, "Hold up! Why the hell are you going down
the exterior stairs? There are interior stairs you dumbass!"

"Yes, but they are scary!" my irrational thought retorted and they
started arguing.

"Shut up you guys, this is hard enough!" I yelled as I ran down 4
flights of stairs in 50mph wind gusts, while being pelted with rain so
thick I could hardly see my feet.

"Don't' worry, we're right here!" my feet hollered through the rain as
they jumped up into my view.

"You guys stay on the ground!" I repremanded, but it was too late. I
was already slip-n-sliding down the basement stairs which had by this
time become a lovely cascading waterfall, which poured over me and my
pain, drowning me in an icy, polluted reassurance that no matter what
happens, things can always get worse.

I jumped up and unlocked our scary "Saw" basement and perched,
shivering, on the dryer with my clothes hanging off me like a surprised
cat.

Now what?

Brain was the first one to break the silence. "Good one guys, out of
the 20 people who live in this building, you are the only one down
here. Retard."

Irrational thought once again disagreed. "How do you know? There could
easily be a serial killer or two just around that dark corner."

Eventually, my neighbors came in, with a surprised cat. We hung out for
a while until the worst of it blew over. But when I got back to my
room, my computer, which was by a window, was completely soaked. My
hard drive crashed. I'm sad, and bruised, but I got through the night
without seeing a real tornado.

Back to the Blog

I tried to write a post the other day, but accidentally deleted it. So here's a summary.

I think employers need to treat their employees like adults. Unless they are hiring high school kids, college interns, or other really young people, under 21, there is NO reason for HR departments to get all up in my grill. I'm an adult. Treat me like one, and I will act like one.

Monitoring internet access for one thing. If I'm getting my work done, who cares if I'm checking my personal email in between? It makes me happy. A happy worker = a productive worker.

A good friend of mine got in trouble recently for napping during her lunch break, in private break room. It was her time, a private space, it wasn't bothering anyone, until a receptionist walk in and found her there, fully clothed with her eyes shut on a couch. How scandalous! Miss thang reported my friend to HR and now my friend is having trouble staying alert and awake at her desk in the afternoon.

I feel like there is an overpopulated middle-management in companies these days. People whose sole job is to make sure that the other workers are getting their jobs done efficiently. Company owners want to make sure they are getting their money's worth. I have an idea to save you money. Fire these blowhard paper pushers. They are spending your money on bullshit surveys and paperwork anyways. Spend a few extra bucks on comfortable chairs, and allow your workers five minutes of personal time a day and you would be surprised how much money you would save in the long run.

Go to 1:40!

I'm so excited. I received a grant from Second City to make more videos! Yay!