Of real life blah blah and fall TV flailing
Through divine intervention--or, rather, a load of managerial political bullshit that I'd rather not get into--I finally got my head out of my ass and quit Starbucks. It's been a couple of weeks since my last day (which kind of speaks to how long it's been since I've updated this thing), and it still hasn't completely hit me. Even when I had a fun little goodbye dinner with my favorite baristas after my last day, it didn't really occur to me that I'd never work with them again, even though they kept (lovingly?) berating me for leaving them.
I didn't realize until I quit that working at Starbucks has really screwed with my life, whether it be messing with my sleep schedule, making me lose focus of my career path, or basically sucking my soul dry. I've spent most of the last couple of weeks trying to get my head in the right place...and sort of hating myself for not being where I wanted to be professionally by this age. So there's that matter of a small shame spiral to deal with. But I'm slowly clawing my way out, one inspirational quote at a time.
Slowly but surely, I'm hammering out a game plan. Operative word: slowly. But so far it's looking more realistic than my original plan of breaking onto the Universal lot and yelling out, "Give me a job, bitches!" Plus, the realistic plan doesn't involve me getting arrested.
Or maybe I'll go with my plan of gathering all of my unemployed intern friends--and boy, are there many--and forming our own production company using the blackmail tips we've gleaned from our various bosses, the awesome administrative skills we've gleaned, and sheer will power. Maybe we'll rob a few banks to get financing. Maybe we'll tape it and sell it as a new reality series. I'm aware that it sounds insane, but I actually have a couple of level-headed friends who told me that it sounded like a legitimately good plan. It's made me re-evaluate my definition of the word "level-headed."
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Anyhoo, on a happier and less real-life-depressing note, I'm kind of love the new fall TV schedule. My DVR is all a-splodey with happiness. So a-splodey, in fact, that I've already had to sacrifice a handful of shows. If anyone happens to keep up with Nikita, please let me know if it lives up to the potential of the Pilot, though I suspect I'll get my spy fix from Undercovers this season.
Before I flounce off to enjoy the magical Thursday night NBC lineup, a fun meme gacked from littlehands:
Day 1: Your favorite song: "You and I Both (Acoustic)"- Jason Mraz
The radio version of this song is also lovely, but I tend to err on the side of acoustic when it comes to Jason Mraz. "You and I Both" is just so happy and catchy and heartfelt. It makes my heart smile.
Day 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Day 3: A song that makes you dance.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: One band/singer you're ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother.
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower.
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you liked in high school.
Day 16: The first song in your mp3 folder.
Day 17: The last song in your mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite music video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you're pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you'd like played at your funeral.
I didn't realize until I quit that working at Starbucks has really screwed with my life, whether it be messing with my sleep schedule, making me lose focus of my career path, or basically sucking my soul dry. I've spent most of the last couple of weeks trying to get my head in the right place...and sort of hating myself for not being where I wanted to be professionally by this age. So there's that matter of a small shame spiral to deal with. But I'm slowly clawing my way out, one inspirational quote at a time.
Slowly but surely, I'm hammering out a game plan. Operative word: slowly. But so far it's looking more realistic than my original plan of breaking onto the Universal lot and yelling out, "Give me a job, bitches!" Plus, the realistic plan doesn't involve me getting arrested.
Or maybe I'll go with my plan of gathering all of my unemployed intern friends--and boy, are there many--and forming our own production company using the blackmail tips we've gleaned from our various bosses, the awesome administrative skills we've gleaned, and sheer will power. Maybe we'll rob a few banks to get financing. Maybe we'll tape it and sell it as a new reality series. I'm aware that it sounds insane, but I actually have a couple of level-headed friends who told me that it sounded like a legitimately good plan. It's made me re-evaluate my definition of the word "level-headed."
***
Anyhoo, on a happier and less real-life-depressing note, I'm kind of love the new fall TV schedule. My DVR is all a-splodey with happiness. So a-splodey, in fact, that I've already had to sacrifice a handful of shows. If anyone happens to keep up with Nikita, please let me know if it lives up to the potential of the Pilot, though I suspect I'll get my spy fix from Undercovers this season.
Before I flounce off to enjoy the magical Thursday night NBC lineup, a fun meme gacked from littlehands:
Day 1: Your favorite song: "You and I Both (Acoustic)"- Jason Mraz
The radio version of this song is also lovely, but I tend to err on the side of acoustic when it comes to Jason Mraz. "You and I Both" is just so happy and catchy and heartfelt. It makes my heart smile.
Click to viewDay 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Day 3: A song that makes you dance.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: One band/singer you're ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother.
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower.
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you liked in high school.
Day 16: The first song in your mp3 folder.
Day 17: The last song in your mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite music video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you're pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you'd like played at your funeral.