Sunday, July 30, 2006

Missouri Loves company

Well, I just got back from my first trip to Columbia in quite some time. It was so strange being back. I, of course, miss all of my friends from there, but it's kind of sad to see that people change. I've always hated change. Even though it's an inevitable part of life, I avoid it at all costs.

Needless to say, people change. We move on, we adapt and you can't do much to stop it.

In other news, I think I may start looking for a different job soon. I like my employer. I like the work I do but the pay is abysmal. I simply have too much debt and living in the city is too expensive to continue my tenure here much longer.

I guess money has been on my mind a lot lately because it's a problem. When I am short on it, it's all I think about. For example, my friend from college is getting married in St. Louis at the end of September. That means I need to get a gift (about $100), a hotel room (who knows how much) and pay for travel ($100 in gas, approx). In order to travel I need to get car repairs (about $800... don't ask). In november I have car insurance due-- that's a lot of money. With my income, I just don't have enough to cover that. I've already told myself that I have to buckle down and not go out, not spend money and make this happen. I can be boring for two months, right? We'll see. I have a terribly hard time saying no to things. Pizza, drinks, concerts, movies, dinner. But I've got to, because I can't keep putting off paying down my debts. Whoever invented credit cards is an evil genious.

So about my job, I think I'm going to start looking in PR again. Media is interesting, if a bit dry at times. I'm not sure that I can see myself check post logs and buy specs for the rest of my life. Plus with Tivo threatening the value of broadcast buys, who knows if there will even be media buyers like there are now in 10-15 years.

PR was always my passion in college. It's what I wanted to do and somehow I let my desperation for a job threaten that. I brief but important gchat with my friend Julie reminded me that I did, at one point, love PR and thought of work in no other field. Now I just have to find an agency that I can convince that to. Although, I can already think of one place I will not be applying.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

America, you're a big girl now. A big fat, greedy, bitchy, selfish girl.

Happy birthday USA! Wow, I remember when you were 210 years old and my grandma and I listened to Ray Charles sing America the beautiful while the pretend bombs blew up in the air. Those were the days. Ok enough nostalgia. America, you've got a problem that needs to be addressed. You are unable to make good decisions. I mean, the oil problem-- you just can't seem to get off the sauce. You're in debt up to your ass and you keep charging. Also, America, are you on your rag? Because you have been raging against the world like my mom on a cleaning rampage shouting about what "fucking pigs" we all are. I'm just wondering. Hopefully, you can work through some of these issues. You need to or you're going to be 4000 pounds, homeless and have creditors on your back. Maybe you should get a job at Heavenly Bodies and start paying some of that shit down. Sorry, girl. I'm just trying to help. Don't start crying. You ALWAYS do this. You ask me what I think and I tell you and you start crying because you're drunk.

Ok, enough of that conversation with America. I was told today by several people that I don't update my blog enough. I had no idea anyone was even paying attention. So, I'll try to be better about updating my blog. I promise, Pat.

I had a lovely bar-b-que today. It went really well. Several groups converged at my house. Enjoyed some hamburgers, italian sausages, hot dogs, and delicious veggie kabobs (thanks Jen). Also, my ad-hoc potato salad was a hit. Honestly I just added what I thought belonged in potato salad and people loved it. Apparently rats and dead babies go in potato salad... who knew?

Also, I know what it sounds like to live in a war zone. Literally everyone in this neighborhood was lighting off fireworks. It was symphonic and frightening at the same time.