Tuesday, December 19, 2006

It's Official!!!

Okay, I got the new job for sure!!!

I will be the Development Coordinator for the Multiple Sclerosis Society. It's going to be a sweet deal. I start slightly later and leave slightly earlier, I will get to travel (a little bit!), get great benefits, lots of vacation time, and better pay! And I will actually be challenged in my job instead of being a drone.

What a great way to start a new year!!!!

Monday, December 18, 2006

2007 is looking brighter already!

I was reflecting on 2006. It wasn't a great year for me. Don't get me wrong, there were good things. Top highlights: Getting engaged, going to London by myself for a week, putting up my tree for X-mas, quitting the totalitarian dictatorship known as the Citadel. But I felt a lot of disappointment and dispair. My year started with a friend dumping me for an unknown reason around X-mas. No explanation, no anything. It really put me down for 2 or 3 months. I'm still really hurt and confused, but it's a lot less. I hope my friend is well and I hope that we can reconnect eventually.

I had to disconnect from a terrible person, who insulted my friends and my boyfriend. I'm not good at dumping, so I just kind of stopped calling and e-mailing. She sent me an e-mail that I recieved while I was in England on my vacation, she also CC'd it to my parents. I don't know what she thought that would do. But that's okay, she has her fake relationship with her internet "boyfriend" to keep her warm. He's a beer geek.

I worked an awful lot. Too much. I let myself go to the workaholic place that makes me cranky and unreasonable. I was also working in a place where I was unnappreciated. This led me to quit when I didn't get a job that I was doing in absence of anyone else doing it after being thanked for "taking up the slack", but my "leadership skills" (read: ass kissing skills) weren't up to snuff, but I was "a valuable part of the team". Three years of my life blood and that's the thanks I get. 6 weeks of waiting to be told they didn't want me to be anything more than a peon. I'm still mad, that's gonna take some time to get over. I'm mad, but I'm also not stupid. Quitting was the best thing I did for myself.

I continually feel frustrated as a performer. I work and audition and yet I'm still stuck in the chorus, in community theatre, or being completely ignored. Feeling like a talentless slug when you know you are just as or more qualified than the people you see really sucks. I think that taking a break is a good thing in this area. Maybe not being seen is a good thing for a little while.

But Here's what's good before 2007 even starts, and what will only get better....

1) New Job! I will get to leave the annoying co-"worker" behind. (I have to use the word work lightly around her.)

2)Stepping up and moving in with the fiance! Spring is a time for romance, and moving.

3) Taking more time for me and doing what I want.

4)Vegas in November!!!! And who knows where else before that....

It's a time for reflection and I wanted to share mine. Tell me one good and one bad thing about 2006 for you. Or just say hi.

Happy Holidays to all and and to all a good night.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I Want To Kill This Waitress...but I Believe In Peace BITCH!!!

Substitute "Waitress" with "annoying chick I work with" and you'll have it just about right.

I don't understand how a whiny, selfish, lazy princess is still working. She has worked so hard at not working and pawning it off on everyone else, how can she still have a job? Now, this may just be the PMS talking, but she's really pissing me off!!

She handles one of the companies that we own, meaning she is supposed to be in charge of ALL of their paperwork, including keying in all of her invoices for said company. She has been in charge of it since the beginning of September. Since about the middle of September, she has managed to pawn all of her keying off on me. In October I told my supervisor that I didn't want to do it anymore. Last week, I spent 2 days keying all 1100 of her invoices that she won't touch. She claims that one of our bosses told her that she shouldn't key. I don't know why. Her fingers aren't broken. There isn't a piano tied to her ass. It isn't like she even has to do anything to them. They come to us precoded, prematched and in alphabetical order. Technically, if a person matches something in our department, they aren't supposed to enter it as well. If we lived and worked in perfect world, this theory would work, but we don't and everyone (except her) pitches in when we are down to the crunch.

Here's the thing. If she wasn't a horrendous shrew, I probably wouldn't mind. If anyone else were to ask me, I would probably be more likely, especially because I know anyone else in the department would ask my help but still be doing part of the work. I assumed we lived and worked in a society where people are accountable for doing their own work. Apparently she is exempt from this. She is the only person who does not drop her "work" to help out. She manages to have something that can't wait, but waited for the whole week or month before that. She seems to have an hour or more to be on the phone, for weeks on ends, sorting out her "boyfriend"'s insurance woes for him, or to call her sister in England, or to talk loudly in Polish to her mother. She managed to take 2-3 hours out of her "busy" schedule to decorate for Christmas one day last week. I decorated on my lunch. I kept working.

Perhaps I'm upset because she seems to be exempt from everything that the rest of us have to do. I'm upset because she doesn't seem to do her fair share. Apparently she used to cry when she had to key stuff. Suck it up buttercup. We all have to do things we don't like. I have to work with her every day. I have to clean up her crap and not get paid extra for it. I have to listen to her prattling on aimlessly for 8 hours a day and singing fucking Christmas carols badly.

Now, I want to go to my supervisor and complain. But I don't want to be a tattle. I mean, I'm not supposed to be focusing on what she's not doing, I'm supposed to be focusing on what I am doing. Is this a valid thing? Anyone with similar complaints of stuff? Talk to me folks. Even if you don't enjoy the song.

Friday, December 08, 2006

A Catchy, Happy, Non-X-mas Tune

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Jessica Simpson Thinks Her DRESS Made Her Bad?!?

News flash honey. You weren't good to begin with.

If you're a performer, you know that occasionally things go awry and you can't always control that. Props go goofy, costume malfunctions happen. Hell, I've had a bra go on me when I was onstage once!! You just smile on through and try not to let the audience see you squirm. If you're a good performer, the audience won't ever know something's wrong.

But here's the difference. Jessica & her younger, gastro-intestinally challenged sister Ashlee just aren't good.

Wouldn't life be simpler for us all though, if we were blonde and stacked.

Here's the NY Post Page Six Gossip Column on the wardrobe malfunction that Jessica had doing a tribute to another busty (yet extremely talented) blonde, Dolly Parton. Oh and for really good celeb gossip, check out www.defamer.com


Monday, December 04, 2006

Another Cool Viral Video

Can you tell that I just figured out how to post stuff onto the Blog? It's a learning curve, and you're along for the ride!

Trish Recommends...

The Drowsy Chaperone soundtrack.

So good.

Light and fun and plays on all kinds of fun musical theatre styles.


The RSC Shakespeare Revue.

I found this obscure little gem in the Library. It a witty little musical that plays on words and genres.

Happy Days!

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Stuff I like from You Tube

See if you recognize the song when it first starts

This is Me...And a naked guy

This is from my trip to London in May. I thought you might like to see me...

Friday, December 01, 2006

Work work work

More to bitch about from work. I work with a chick who drives me M-E-N-T-A-L. And I don't just mean a little. I mean A LOT. She has been the one hesitation I've had about working full time at what used to be my part-time day job. She was a mild annoyance when I worked last year. After I worked full time this summer, she became the bane of my existence. The only time I know it's going to be a good day is when she calls in "sick" (like how I put it in quotations there?).

There are a couple of different reasons she drive me nuts. 1) She is incredibly insecure and thusly reminds me of myself at the age of 22. 2) She lives at home with her parents, yet proceeds to expound to those of us who are forced to be around her 8 hours a day about how worldly she is. 3) She believes that she is actually above the rest of us (who do roughly the same job) and probably that she is in line to be the supervisor if ours ever leaves. But the biggest reason she drives me crazy is: she manages to do almost nothing for 8 hours a day while the rest of us actually work.

Take today. She spent the majority of the morning laughing and carrying on. I don't know if she actually did anything in the first 2 hours of the day, but I'm guessing not. She is horribly loud. She is terribly rude, and she manages to "delegate" (read: weasel her way out of) many of the tasks she is given. And instead of taking responsiblity for her own mistakes, she is really good at finding ways to blame everyone else.

But my favorite was this. She is in a "relationship" with this guy. They have been on and off for probably 3 or 4 years. She is more of a mommy to him than a girlfriend. If he has to be told to shower, honey, he needs to go! Around Christmas she starts in on the "I want an engagement ring" kick. She started this the Monday I came back with a ring and it was all I could do not to rub it in her face. The ring she wants is some $2500, bigger, better than yours rock. I opted not to share my good news with her because I just didn't need her pouting and moodier than usual. She finds out from one of the other gals. Then last week, on her kick again, she has the balls to ask me if I got a ring when Mike proposed. Then after seeing my ring, talking about how she doesn't like solitares and blah, blah blah. I wanted to leave a solitare mark in her forehead.

That's my rant for now. Anyone out there with co-worker/boss stories to share? I wanna hear 'em kids!

The World of Working on Friday

No matter what, when Friday rolls around, nothing happens. 'Work' is a term used very loosely around most places of employment. No one is in the mood to do anything but start their weekend. (There are also those who start their weekend on Monday morning and don't accomplish anything) So here I am stuck at work, wanting to start my weekend. The funny part is, it isn't like I have anything planned, but I know I don't want to be here. This morning Mike was trying to convince me that I needed to call in sick again and he would call in saying he had to take care of me. It was a very tempting offer at 6:45am, in a nice warm bed, with a nice warm boy. But instead, we slog away at doing nothing. And then I think, gee, it's great to be paid to do very little.

It makes it easier to slack off today because the supervisor isn't here either. She was smart and called in. I guess that's why she's the supervisor. Theoretically, we can slack even more because she's not here. Some of us do. Some of us dredge onward towards five o'clock. I firmly believe in the song "5 o'clock World". No one owns a piece of my time and there's a 5 o'clock me inside my clothes, thinking that the world looks fine. La da day he he ah e e e ay!!!!

I can't wait for the day when I have the option on coming in on Fridays or not.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Responsibilities of a Blogger

For a couple of days now, I have been trying to think of something witty to post on this blog. I have tried to write and been sorely disappointed. This leads me to believe that I may not actually be witty, creative, charming, any of the things that I have deluded myself into believing I am. Before I started, I had lots of interesting things to say. Or did I? Realistically, any idiot can have a blog. I'm sure George W. Bush has one.

Maybe I should just aim to be better than him, what do you think?

Friday, November 24, 2006

Damn the Blog!

Can anyone help me actually put my links in the sidebar? I have tried their way of doing it and have tried republishing and it still doesn't take. HELP ME!!! I am trapped in the Blog!!!!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The Best Line I Heard Today

Mike said to me

"I want to be better than everyone. That's okay isn't it?"

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Looming Quater Life Crisis

I just finished reading one of my very dear friends blogs on not knowing what you want to do and feeling incomplete in life, even when things are going exceptionally well. I totally get it. And as I was reading that and also feeling lost and confused, I began to wonder something. Are you supposed to feel this way in the year before you turn thirty? I have just turned 29 as most of you know and it seems like there is some societal countdown of "well you're almost 30, better do something incredibly significant with your life". It feels like you are supposed to be totally ashamed of yourself if haven't become rich, stable, married, had 2.5 children and moved into suburbia by the time you hit the big 3-0.

For those of you I haven't actually had a chance to share the good news with yet, my boyfriend Mike proposed to me 2 weeks ago. My answer, and he can verify this, was "okay, no rush right?". It took me 29 years to get engaged, who knows how long it'll take to get married. And if one more person says, so when's the big day, I may scream. Can't they just be happy that we have made a committment to each other to be together forever, and that we are in love? I'm thrilled to be in love. I'm thrilled to be engaged. I have no freakin' clue what I want to do with the rest of my life! WHAT'S THE RUSH!!!!!!

I also no longer work at the theatre. I'm not currently doing any shows or performing in any way. I hate it. I have wanted nothing more than to be in theatre for so long, not being part of any kind of theatre in any way is heartwrenching. And I can't think of anything that I want to do besides be in theatre. Suck, suck, suck.

But I am tired of apologizing for not being a Stepford wife and rushing into suburbian oblivion. So life isn't exactly the way I thought it would be. What does it matter? I actually want to do things with my life and enjoy myself. Why settle so early? Do you actually gain anything doing everything you're supposed to at all times? Yeah, boredom.

To my dear friend, I totally know how you feel. With obligation after obligation looming upon us in our society, it's so easy to fall into the trap of "I should be this, I should be that". It sucks. And why does it only come at 30? Twenty was much less filled with trepidation. 25 was less stressful. It's just thirty, I guess.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Writing the dreaded cover letter....

So, since I am no longer a Citadel employee, I have decided to broaden my horizons and apply for some other jobs. I am no stranger to applying for jobs, keep in mind. For some reason though, I AM a stranger to the world of writing cover letters. How do you beg for a job when you don't want to sound like you're begging for a job? How do you know if they're any good? And now I'm faced with this daunting test yet again.

Now, I don't have to be applying for other jobs, I do have a job that I will be full time at come next week. But really, do I strike any of you as the accounting clerk type? Be honest now.... I just don't think it's a long term kind of thing for me. I don't mind it, that's for sure. It's pretty good. But if I know that I'm capable of much much more.

How do I convey the wonder that is me into a cover letter?

I sure don't know.

I'll keep you posted.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

My First (New) Post

Okay, this is my first post of my new blog. Everyone else seems to have Myspace, but I will go against the grain and use Blogger. Not much to say right now. Very tired, still confused about many things, but happy at the same time. Maybe it's not real happiness about the Citadel. Probably mostly anger masquerading as such. Who knows? It's gonna be a ride though. Gonna sleep now.