KRISTA OVERBY BEST FRIEND

I really hate looking for a job.  Do you want to know what I hate most of all…writing the cover letter.  If only we could send the resume and be done with it.  I never know what to say or how to act.  Sometimes I want to be earnest and sometimes I want to be funny.  If only there was a little hint at the bottom of each job listing, something like - we would like to hear a funny story about you in middle school…or please beg us for a call back, the more whiny the better.  I just never know.

I went on an interview for temp work yesterday and I was hoping I could announce I have temp work on Monday and therefore temp ratings for you all, but no dice.  I guess this is a smaller town, hence less opportunities.

In happier news we are doing a video scavenger hunt this weekend and I am really looking forward to it.  I’m not quite sure what the video part means exactly, but hell a scavenger hunt is a scavenger hunt and I’m game for anything.

So motha fuckers I’m in Denver!  I made it.  It was a long trip.  The cat was not pleased with her place under the seat in front of me and I had jimmy legs that would not quit. So I’m here and now I have to get my shit together.  Holy crap…that’s a daunting task.

My first step is finding a job.  A JOB.  Shit man.  I might have to temp for awhile depending on what the job front looks like.  So you know what that means….I’ll get to do some more temp ratings.  Look at me, looking at the bright side.  Just call me Pollyanna.

I hate looking for jobs.  I really do.  I just want to get a good job that I want to stick with for awhile.

Anyway, I’m sitting here watching Rock of Love on TV and watching three cats trying to assert their dominance in this house.  I just went out and met some of Liz and J’s friends.  We went bowling and then to Karaoke.  I bowled crappy and then sang Everything She Wants - which is a great song, but holy shit, Michaels and Ridgley didn’t know when to end their songs did they?  Maybe I should have done some Cindi Lauper instead.

So this blog entry sucks, but I wanted to just write and tell everyone I made it.

Hopefully I’ll have something fun to write about soon.

From the bowels of hell.

This following text is taken directly from weather.com for my location.
Partly Cloudy 100°F Feels Like 110°F

Updated Aug 8 05:00 p.m. ET Watch the Baltimore Forecast UV Index: 2 Low Wind: From WNW at 11 mph Humidity: 41% Pressure: 29.73 in. Dew Point: 72°F Visibility: 10.0 miles NEW! Advanced Storm Tracking

I’m sitting in the office and sweat is pouring down my head.  All I just did was take the trash out.  I am probably losing a quart of sweat from doing basically nothing.  These poor kids here.  I am lucky - I get to sleep in air conditioning.  If I were here at camp in this weather I’d be crying for my mommy and doing one of those toddler - lay on the ground in a heap - maneuvers.   It’s 6:30 PM and still in the 100’s…just imagine what noon was like.

Thank the Lord it’s the last week of camp.  I’m done!  I feel like I’ve been in juvie all summer.  I’m even becoming more aggressive…that’s what having no freedom will do to you.  Now I know why inmates lift all those weights.  Perhaps the camp director should look into buying some free weights and a squat rack for next year.

Well, I think I hear the keys coming…maybe it’s time for chow.

On a church sign - What happens in Vegas -  gets forgiven here.
A sign outside the Acme supermarket with an illustration of an outlaw cowboy - Wanted: Men who can sing

Sign outside a discount liqueur store near boat marina - Boaters Welcome!  Old Ugly Guy is still here.

Sign in front of Friendly’s Ice Cream Restaurant - Free Happy Ending with every entree! (This one had me almost drive my car into a fence I laughed so hard.)

P.S - only 11 more days of camp left.  Whooop! Can’t wait.