Jambalaya and Dancing Elvi 2002-09-08 - 11:45 p.m.
Well, I wish I had some wonderful story to share about my day, or some equally thrilling insight about the world right at the moment. Unfortunately I don't, unless the fact that apparently I make a kick-ass chicken jambalaya will somehow make the world a better place??
I didn't think so. Is jambalaya supposed to be made with chicken? Well, it is now.
Ugh. I wish there was some way I could not be sooooo boring. A job... yeah that's it.... :-P Ugh ugh ugh. I hate working, particularly as the only jobs I can get for four months are the boring menial cashier type jobs, kind of like the one that made me completely insane this summer.
I know I complain about the same old things all the time, but the thing is, I'm boring and I have no useful skills. Too bad this isn't Las Vegas. If they have such things, I want to be a professional witness in a wedding chapel. How hard can it be, to stand there and watch people get married? And hey, I'd get to meet Elvis. Or Elvises. Or is it Elvi? I dunno. But see then maybe I can get a discount on my own wedding, not that there's any danger or need of that happening soon of course. But maybe they can give me a coupon that will expire on my 40th birthday. Because if I'm not married by the time I'm 40, I am seriously going to move to Tahiti and become a hermit (with my own mango farm of course). ;)
That's the story of my life as it stands right now. The stupid job search will resume tomorrow. Right now I need a popsicle or a vanilla Coke or something. Bleh.