Wednesday, January 30, 2008

So much for a dusting...

I drove to work this morning before the "dusting" of snow happened. Then, as I was trying to navigate through the row of soccer mom vehicles in front of one of the elementary schools, I heard a special weather report on one of my favorite morning radio shows. Apparently it was around this time in 2000 that Kansas City Chiefs football player, Derrick Thomas, got into the vehicle accident that eventually proved fatal. This guy on the radio goes on to say that the weather conditions were also similar to today's when it happened - Temperatures in the 50s the day before, then sudden drop in temperature the next day with crazy high winds and an expected dusting of snow, maybe a half an inch to an inch.
Oh, just fucking fabulous. As if I wasn't a freak of nature enough when driving in the elements, now you have to throw in that little piece of morbid trivia to make it even better. The accident I was in a year and a half ago that totaled my car, but left me pretty much unharmed except for a bloody nose, a fear of driving in shitty weather and a monthly car payment for my new car, made me realize how important it is to drive carefully in the weather - rain or snow or wind for that matter. But, of course everybody else continues to drive like a dumbass. I went to go work from home and of course when I had to head back to work for an interview, I look out the window and see a dusting has turned into a white out blizzard. My 40 minute commute was looking extra fun today.
The wind was blowing so hard that my little Mazda 3 was having major issues staying on the road. I watched, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, as SUV, after SUV whizzed past me on the highway. Sometimes I wish I had a 4-wheel drive vehicle, but really, how fucking stupid can you be? A 4-wheel drive car is not going to help you worth a shit if you have to stop suddenly (which frequently happens on the highway during bad weather because accidents happen and traffic backs up) nor will it prevent you from hydroplaning. Do you have a death wish? I know we all have schedules, but I'm sorry, getting to a job or meeting on time is not worth turning my car into a crushed can or turning me into a bloody, hysterical mess on the side of the highway. And, it's certainly not worth my life. So, let's all try to put aside our pure stupidity or overabundance of testosterone (or both in some cases) and slow the fuck down!
The drive home was a little better because the wind was blowing so hard that it virtually blasted all the snow off the road. I guess the wind is good for something.
Please drive safely.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Will not work for free

*EDITED*
I'm starting this not only on a Monday - the universal "I hate work day," but also on an extra shit-tastic Monday. This Monday marks the day I was reprimanded for working my ass off - a.k.a. the official and grudging start to the job hunt.
While I'm paying my dues as a journalist - working as a general assignment reporter in a tiny town just outside Kansas City, I never thought working too hard and too much would be reason for an editor's head to explode. Let's paint a little picture here: I'm the only reporter, which means I cover everything from city council and school board meetings, to features, churches, businesses, schools, police, breaking news....EVERYTHING...Plus all the photos, page design and content planning. I'm exhausted, but I'm not complaining. It's great experience and hopefully (though I'm incredibly discouraged and pessimistic about it right now) it will lead to something better.
However I am complaining about this picture: I'm been there almost two years and have never gotten a raise; I feel like I can't ever be sick or go on vacation because nobody is there to fill in for me; I'm not permitted to write a column even though I was promised one when I was hired and the editor got pissed at me today for having 10 hours of overtime...and I didn't even count all of my hours those two weeks.
I've applied for two whole jobs since October - yeah, I'm really serious about getting a new job right? Half the time I don't feel like I'm qualified for the positions and the the other half of the time I think I would rather die than do what was outlined in the job descriptions. I always said I wasn't sort of "just looking" because I liked my current job OK and wasn't desperate to move on. Well, today the status has just been given a violent ass kick into desperate because I've got to be able to feed myself on a regular basis, save for my future, keep my sanity and live my life for godsakes.
My dream is to be a writer - not necessarily write for a newspaper. My work at this place is done. I need a break, an opportunity, a goddamn interview, somebody to fucking call me back when I send them a resume! Ahhhh! (sigh)
Enough of that.
I did make it to the gym today for the first time in more than a week. I'm going to Cabo San Lucas for my cousin's wedding on Feb. 7th and I have been failing miserably at fufilling the "don't look like a fat ass in a bikini in Cabo" mission. I use the term "fat ass" loosly as I don't need to lose any weight, but just tighten and tone up a little bit. Plus, I'm usually pretty disgustingly critical about my body - ah, the woman's curse. Men (and bitches) make us this way you know. While I meant to start this mission more than a month ago, I'm just so damn tired after work...And I'm actually a pretty energetic person most of the time. I'm not sure if a week and a half in the gym will make any difference in the physique, but at least it will make me feel better. I'm salivating I'm so excited to get out of this frozen tundra for a few days...
 

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