full time job

It is soooo a full time job finding a full time job. Endless days writing and re writing your resume.....constantly checking craigs list and monster.com (which is absolute bullshit btw). They ask "type in your keywords and we'll find you a freakin sweet job!" so I type in visual display. EVERY GOD DAMN DAY i get an email with the "right" jobs for me! THEYRE ALL ACCOUNTING!!! Ok, I was visual arts....i got a C in retard 5th grader math in college...what the fuck makes you think i can be an accountant!?!?
The whole process is mind numbing. I'm delirious, living in a fog. "It's already 6?!" is what i find myself saying daily. Coffee throughout the day, sitting at the PC, browsing, writing, re writing. Nada. Once it gets dark, its ok to drink booze now...gin, wine, whatevs,,,,, pass out by 3, and repeat.
Why is it so hard to find a job? Don't companies want fresh, young adults to liven up their work days? guess not. i know i'm not alone. There are tons of us out there. Wake up at 2-3pm, make some coffee, browse the internet looking for a jobbie, shower, dinner, go hangout with people who have jobs for like 2 hours, go home, get drunk, and pass the fuck out...... so anyway....
who wants to take me to work with them? Bring your Kirsten to work day?!?!

Shitting Where You Eat

I'd like to picture myself like Rev. Run. Instead of a bubble bath in a luxurious bathroom, i am in my bed in the cranky cave. Instead of being covered in bubbbles, I am smothering myself with my blanket. But why the hell not be Run and 'reflect' on life lessons and blah blah blah. My biggest concern and greatest thing i've learned this year, besides the fact that i can't lift a 30lb weight over my head no matter how hard i try, is to NOT SHIT WHERE YOU EAT! I guess its hard being confined by a mountain and lacking opportunity to expand social horizons, but nothing good comes of it. Think about it......
You make this bangin meal...turkey tacos if you will.... the guac is gleaming, the cheese is sharp, the aroma of spicey ground turkey maneuvers it's way through your nasal passages.....it's all laid out on the table, you have your shell in hand. First you add the turkey, then cheese, rice, guac, taco sauce, lettuce.....can't you almost taste it? As you're about to take that first bite BAM!!! shit everywhere!!! All over your perfect taco as well as the rest of the table. Now what? you're fucked. Mildly uncomfortable, mostly nauseuos, and all you want is some gin! You don't want to touch the shit so you leave it alone for a while and avoid that room. Eventually, you're going to have to clean that shit off. But it's not pretty. Other people may not even want to hangout with you. I mean, do you blame them? Maybe in a few years you can live it down, but people talk shit..... especially about shit.

response...

to read robbie a's response go here....
http://web.mac.com/onthelamb/Site/Blog/Entries/2008/2/26_Blog_wars_The_Daughter_strikes_back_.html

The last line is the best lesson a parent can teach their child.

Oh Dad.....

Most of you know him as Robbie A, I know him as Dad. This blog was created as my retaliation to my fathers on going blog about his everyday life. I would like to clarify the story he told..... http://web.mac.com/onthelamb/Site/Blog/Entries/2008/2/25_Why_I_get_up_in_the_Morning.html

He is "off" sugar, but continues to put maple syrup in his tea. " While maple syrup has a 60 per cent sugar content..."(taste.com.au) no durrrr. Anyway, I asked why he just doesn't use raw sugar, unbleached, organic, whatevs. He said "i'm off sugar". I replied, "maple syrup is sugar as well." This went back and forth, the same statements repeated, for a good 3-4 minutes. Finally, while smirking at me, he said for the last time "i'm off sugar." It was then I had a revelation..... my father was a boy.....
He knew very well that I was right (hence the smirk), but wouldn't admit it. His response was "what did you think I was, a pterodactyl(<---yeah dad, thats how you spell it)"
It's a sad day when you realize your dad is just like every boy you've encountered,or analyzed obsessively with your friends....