Complications

Why in the fuck do things have to be so fucking complicated? God! I'm looking for a real job. Call it what you want - Career, desk job, whatever. I want something that I enjoy, make enough money to pay the mortgage, among other things, and just be successful at what I do. So I wait tables now. Not a bad job, not at all. The people I work with are cool, the money could be better, but that's any job you get, and I'm good at it. I don't want to be a waiter forever, though I still kick myself for not finishing college, even though most of my friends who graduated college have shit jobs anyway. I want an 8-5 job monday through friday. Is that so fucking hard to find? Apparently in Winston-Salem it is. The jobs available in this shithole are few and far between, short of a degree. And even then, there's not much to it.

Most of the things I'm a professional at are not relevant in this state. I can't move, or I won't. Promises to keep, and all that. Not a big deal. I like having my family and friends here, and I do know the area.
Anyway, I had a job at a local organization two years ago. I took over as an interim manager. It was my first real position where I could make a difference in a lot of lives and by Christ, I was good at it. I organized, repaired, secured volunteer help, and set up a business plan after business plan. I was going to make Winston-Salem remember that there was this jewel right in the middle of downtown, that had previously been ignored. So that's what I set about doing.
There was a catch. In order for me to hired on full time, I would have to move on campus. It wasn't feasible, considering family responsibilities and so forth. and I politely declined the offer to move on campus. I tried to convince them that I didn't have to live there. Whatever problem that would arise at night, I could be there to take care of it. Nothing Doing. "We want you to be on call 24-7."
And that was that. I helped out until they found someone that could do the job and live there at the same time. Eventually, they did find that person, who was willing to move their family and belongings to this place. And I left on good terms.

Fast forward two years -Late last week I get a call from my old boss. She said that the person they hired after me, was let go. They were desperate, and had a todo list a mile long. Would I consider going back and working for them again? So we met and spoke yesterday. It's the same runaround as last time. I must live on campus if I were to apply for the permanent position. No bending on that rule. Damn it.
So what the hell do I do? Do I go back and work - part time, until they do find someone? And then be out of a job there again? If I were cut back hours at my waiting job, there's no guarantee I'll get those hours back. But we're talking about a job that I took out of desperation, and a job that I love, that comes back and teases me every so often. And I am good. No denying that. I'm experienced, good with people, can speak to the public, and can actually accomplish things.
This is my life, for fucks sake. Let me find a fucking job I'm proud of having. Can't be that hard, but I'm pushing 30 and still not sure what I want to do. FUCK!!!!!

Elizabeth

This is Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was found at the local pound, on the ground, not makin' a sound, wit dem ho's bringin' her down, all up in her crown....Wait. Shouldn't rap. I'm no Gza.
After a lengthy search, Katie and I found Elizabeth at the Forsyth County Animal shelter with a litter of eight. All except one was blonde, the odd one out being a Rottweiler color. So maybe a retriever/rott mix? Anyway, some joker decided to name the litter after characters on Sanford and Son. Clever, being found in a junkyard and all. I wanted Grady.



Cute, huh?

Yeah, I thought so too.. Got her home from the pound on Monday, last week. Since then it's been ... interesting. She's a sweetheart, don't get me wrong. As we got home from picking her up that day, we realized that she smelled like straight ASS. No, really. Gave her a bath and after much fighting, splashing and screeching, she was cleaned up and tuckered out. See above picture. Katie and I are keeping her in the laundry room, in a crate. We didn't realize that we needed to Crate Train her. So the first night, we wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. So we put bedding, newspaper (for poopy), food, water, and toys. Everything a new puppy in an unfamiliar place needs! Right? Wrong. After a night of no sleep, and a 3:00 a.m. vow to "shoot that little bitch in the face", we woke up to this at 6:45.

Notice the mixture of food, water, poop and pee surrounding the cage. Also notice Elizabeth's face caught in mid -howl. After another fun filled bath we realized that crates don't need food and water in there. Needless to say, interesting first night. Our other problem was Chianti. She's our Husky-mix. Awesome, awesome dog. A bit toy dominant, smart as a whip, and lovable. She's had problems with other dogs in the past, just over possession issues, but nothing major. She's good with dogs and people, providing the dogs were not into fetch. That 's why her and Frank, our previous dog, got along so well. He let her have the toys, she let him mount her on the side. Dog politics.

So we were worried when we introduced a puppy to the household. We figured that a puppy would be easier to teach the hierarchy to. But now I'm stuck. Chiante has let her know who's toys they are and she's a bit bigger. But they got along well. There are issues to work out, and a LOT of training, but Chianti has accepted her, although I'm not sure who's the dominant in this relationship. You tell me.

Loves that tail. I've seen Chianti sling Elizabeth across the room when she'd done that by surprise.



But that's it. "Our New Dog." She's still getting used to the crate, and I'm not leaving food and water in there at all. And she's learning to be submissive, and not playbiting as much. Two more months and the toy situation could work out. Until then we have to just supervise the hell out of the two. And hope Chianti doesn't consider our new addition a toy that squeaks. So far so good. Just don't piss in my shoes.

New Heights of Shittydom in LA

Yes that's real and yeah, its only in LA. To explain, ashleymadison.com is apparently a dating/hookup/you-smell-my-crotch-I'll-smell-yours, website for those that are married or are in a committed relationship. I would repeat that but I am writing not talking so just go read it again. I'll give you a second.....ok so now for the million dollar 3 letter question, WTF? Like, for real? Is this another sign of the impending apocalypse or a legitimate service in this modern day and age? We are now aiding and abetting cheaters. Great. I'm all for the STOP SNITCHING mantra but this is going a bit far don't you think? Wait, why am I even asking you, this is going to far. Yes, America is all about free enterprise, making something out of nothing, pull yourself by your boot straps and all that left handed jazz, but are we ever going to reach a point in this country where the water breaks and we roll back into some sort of half-assed decency and common sense? When will the alarm clock of bullshit go off in our heads and when it does will we have the freakin spirit of what's right to NOT hit the snooze button? Or will we just shrug our shoulders and dismiss it with a casual, "hey, it's a new world." You can let that dog continue to hump your leg but not me kids. The point of this whole diatribe is this. Just because something is new and cutting edge, doesnt make it the shit. Just because its old doesnt mean its outdated. Hold on to some sense of value and rightness and pass that along to whoever you can. Because at the rate we're going, we are going to reach Mike Judge's Idiocracy well before he even predicted.

Grammy's infatuation...

Before I even start, yes Beyonce is hot and yes Alicia Keys is talented but can somebody explain to me why I have to see them performing at every effing awards show for the last like 6 years? Honestly?!!! Like there aren't any other compelling performers out there other than these two? The only way I want to ever see either of these ladies performing in any capacity is if they both decide, for the sake of the art form of course, to act out their own version of the Aristocrats.
I get it Grammy's. You were blatantly racist for a long long time and you feel the need to show the world that you social views are much more contemporary now but for the love of Miley Cyrus can we not mix it up a little? You missed the boat to book the greatest performer this world has ever known in Old Dirty Bastard (RIP young brother), but something tells me either you are lazy, clueless, or still pretty much racist. Don't think I didn't see right thru that gossamer attempt you made by awarding Herbie Hancock the Grammy for album of the year. Cmon guys. Really? Herbie Hancock? Tabloid bullshit aside that Amy Winehouse album has hands down album of the year. Kudos to at least getting producer credit of the year right by giving it to Mark Ronson. So yeah, next year, unless Alicia and Beyonce are adding hard core interspecies erotica to their act, keep them bitches in their seats please.