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Glad to know I'm not the only one in a funk.

And also good to know it's not entirely period, job or life related.  It's those god dang planets.  And the weather.

So you know how you start a new job and you have high hopes that this is going to be the ONE? The life changer, the new career path?

Yeah, me neither.  Well actually that's not entirely true. I had a job once where I had high hopes that it was the ONE.  Well, it turned out (through both its fault and my own) not to be, so I floundered around for a while (you know, almost dying, wasting my life, working retail...actually those three things could be one in the same couldn't they?) until I found this one and I thought...

Okay.  I can do this.  It's a job, pays pretty well, good benefits, kinda-sorta similar to what I've done before, low key and low pressure, I'll take it.

Well, it's kicking my ass.  And it's not even the job yet; it's the training of the job that I'm finding hard to deal with so what the HELL is going to happen when I actually start the job itself?  I dunno...I hope I can handle it.  I'm filled with self-doubt, not necessarily about my abilities...well, that's not true.  I do doubt my abilities.

I hear all the time "you're smart, you'll get it, you'll catch on, you'll be fine" but I'm not as young as I used to be kiddos, and my brain realizes this.  Unfortunately.

It doesn't help that my trainer sucks and even the people who claim to be struggling and not "getting it" seem FAR more advanced and further along in their knowledge and abilities than I.

And it doesn't help that the one guy who started with me, Little Man Tate, certified idiot, has done better on our assessment test than myself.  It sucks.  He sucks, he doesn't give two shits about this job, and is excelling.  What...The...Hell...I don't get it.

I have my second test next Tuesday.  And I hope I'll be fine. It's not the "if you fail, you get fired" biggie exam, but it's still pressure.

So I'm glad to know it's the planets working against me.  And I'll be happy for the long weekend...that I'll probably spend studying.

Is it Friday yet?

Here's this, which I thought of when I titled this post; I'm probably the only person on the planet who remembers and loved this show (Seth Green can do no wrong).

My Mood Ring(tone) of the Day:

Quick aside: this is my 100th post.  A minor milestone of sorts.  Hurrah.  Wish it wasn't such a downer.

Randomizer

Today is my first day of doing big fat nothing in a long time, so that's what I plan on doing: well, other than this, obviously.

Again, let me mention how happy I am to be home after my hell trip.  Unlike my first work trip away in Texas, this one was god awful.  It has a lot to do with our instructor who was a passive aggressive twat bitch from hell.  I loathe and despise this person.  And I don't loathe and despise a great deal of people...actively...to their face.

That being said, I shall be receiving a new instructor soon and will never have to deal with this individual again...until it's review time.  Then I shall exact my revenge.

So, onto random thoughts I'm having today.

• If you don't know of this man, you should.

Not only because of the fact that he was one half of the hysterical British comedy duo Fry and Laurie with this brilliantly handsome and talented individual:

but also because he wrote this to a depressed fan.  I find it wonderful.

• If I had an expense account and unlimited access to all sorts of delectable foods I could quite possibly double my current weight within a month's time.

• I'm ready for the fall and Halloween.  So is my local grocery store.

• Piling dirty dishes neatly in a dish drainer does not make them magically clean...I'm looking at you, Rottenator.

• Absence does not necessarily make the heart grow fonder...I'm looking at you, Nooge.

• Speaking of the Rottenator and the Nooge, they have a whole routine going on behind my back which I was unaware of until today:

My cellphone camera sucks, so click to enlarge

 You may not be able to see it clearly, but there are angry and demanding cat eyeballs focused in on the Rottenator.  I wonder if he can feel the heat from the lasers shooting flames into his brain.  Apparently this happens every day around 11am if someone's routine is disrupted by stupid important and necessary online football games.

• I also found out today that the Nooge is deathly afraid of farts and will sprint from the room in a panic when he hears one.  In unrelated news, I made a huge pot of delicious chili today that I have eaten about three huge bowls of.

• My sister has eerie powers.  She recently experienced a traumatic kickball related incident which resulted in her faceplanting into the ground so hard her boobs are now coming out of her back.

Not an actual pic of my sister

Her powers are not her new backboobs, her power is that the force of her impact caused the menstrual cycles of millions of women everywhere to spontaneously erupt at once.  It's a proven fact. There are at least two known recorded cases.

If you are among the formerly bloated and cranky many, she would like me to extend a "you're welcome" on her behalf.

Have I mentioned that I am very tired and travel wearied today and dreading tomorrow?  If not, I think this pic speaks for itself.

My Mood Ring(tone) of the Moment:

I was a part of it...

The only good thing about this god-awful business trip to New Jersey was the one night and few hours I got to spend in NYC.  It's been about 13 years since I've been there and I've been anxious to go back so I was happy for the opportunity.

Not much about the city has changed; however, I have.  The hustle and bustle of Times Square, the endless suffocating crowds and the brusque, hurriedly rude pace of the New Yorkers no longer appeals to me.  Yes, I will go back, but whereas before, I always thought I could live happily in the big Apple, I realize at this age that...nah, I'd prefer not to. 

Plus, I don't have the zillions of dollars it would take to sustain my ideal urban lifestyle.  I am no longer young enough to be satisfied with a 12 story, roach infested, walkup closet as my domicile.  And as I cannot yet afford a Wall Street or Olson twins type of penthouse apartment, I'll live happily in my two bedroom house with Bella Cucina quite happily.

And drag the Rottenator into the city for a vacation at least once during Christmas time.  He did promise, after all.

In the meantime, here are some stereotypical but very representative pictures of Times Square. which included my own personal Hello Kitty Graceland.

Yes, I stood and stared in awe with my mouth hanging open at all the adorableness. I may have even drooled a little. But I also restrained myself.  Only $60 spent to indulge my psychotic endearing obsession hobby.

Requisite Black and White cookie, natch

Lincoln Tunnel drive in courtesy of Meryl

Time Square

And...the Holy Mecca...

Couldn't you almost DIE of the cuteness?  I almost did...

Doesn't this guy look excited to be working around all of the 4 and 40 year old females who were shrieking with delight?

And this is what awaited me upon my return home.

My own personal Hello Kitty terror.  It is good to be home.

My Mood Ring(tone) of the Day: