Eastside

Ahem.

Back in 2004, Pabst executed a highly effective word-of-mouth campaign that made the long-declining brand an ‘ironic downscale chic’ choice for bike messengers and other younger drinkers who viewed the beer as a statement of non-mainstream taste. AD AGE

(see also: PBR Is Now a Luxury Beer, Sort Of)

And then there’s this: Hipster Housecleaner needed — Craigslist

Just sayin.

h/t chuckmilam

But shhhhh don’t tell

I am in a very unique position to tell you honestly that the listeners of right wing talk radio are not as stupid as you think.  THEY’RE STUPIDER.

One day I will be free to elaborate and provide evidence.

It’s about time

I’ve been (and continue to be) on hiatus.

The Explanation

I hate my job.  I hate my job so much that all I can do when I get home is space out and stare blankly at my television until I realize that Lou Dobbs is on and I should change it.

Work sucks everything out of me until I have nothing left.

The truth is that writing here about my job would make interesting reading – in many cases, it would be particularly entertaining to my more politically engaged friends.  However, the fear of having those posts found (we have a lot of internet stalkers and backstabbers in my office) and being fired has kept me from bringing it up.  Since I don’t really give a fuck anymore, I may slacken that self-imposed restriction.

Then again, I may not…

Maybe I’ll get a little motivation and post something from time to time, but we’ll just have to wait and see on that one.

However, I hope to be back with a vengeance sometime in late spring, as I am planning – one way or another – not to stay at this job past then.  Perhaps sooner, if I can shake something loose with my wimpy little résumé.

I started to go into an entertaining little summary of why my job sucks so much, but I thought better of it due to the politically-sensitive/talk radio-related aspect of my job (yes, I realize that this makes no sense if you don’t know exactly where I work).  I don’t worry that much about anyone at work finding it so much as I do having it quoted elsewhere where more than 3 people will actually see it.

Being fired would be a relief, but I would prefer to have it be over something that’s not my fault!

Seriously, though, when I leave that place, it’s on.

Remember me?

Because I know you’re clamoring for my oh-so-fascinating words:

1. You may now refer to me as “Supreme Leader.”
2. I am still very busy and World Wide Internets* do not fit into my schedule. This is not permanent. I have a plan.
3. I may decide to live in a cardboard box soon, as my job is insanity-inducing and I don’t know how much longer I can do it.
4. I joined the Y.  The downtown facility is sexy – much like your Supreme Leader (I keed! I keed!)
5. I am sick of people embarrassing our state in front of the rest of the country.**
6. Iran seems like a shitty place to live.  Also, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad really needs a stylist – he is a terrible dresser.  I like to call him “Members Only” since he looks like he’s wearing a Members Only jacket – unfortunately, now that I Google the two, I see that I wasn’t the only one to make this connection.
7. I’m calling the President next time there’s a fly in my house.  Apparently PETA’s pissing and moaning about the flyacide.  GROAN.

 

*I’ve got to say, I’m simultaneously jealous/resentful of you folks who get to use the internet however you like while at work.  I guess I’d have an easier time keeping up with Google Reader and Twitter, too, if I could use the internet for things other than looking up weird medical conditions while at my desk.  Seriously, though, even if they didn’t treat us like children at my office, I still wouldn’t have the time.  I stay excessively busy. 

**Dear Other 49 States,

We are not all ignorant, racist, regressive white trash in Tennessee.

Love,

Jane Q. Public

Busy girl

Dear Internets,

Please pardon my recent poor attendance.  I’ve been (and continue to be) very busy with a project, and have no time for you (also, Netflix has come into my life and taken over).  In my absence, please enjoy the video below.

Fondly,

Jane Q. Public

Feel Good Friday: Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane

Commence to jigglin!

P.S. Since most of you who read this don’t know her, be sure and visit Childings – she will probably have a FGF post up at some point.

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ALSO: Chez Bez

Feel Good Friday: 16 miles to the promised land

She packed it in. She was a showgirl. Great legs. I got her legs, what do you think? 

and also:

Plus, go listen to this.

In which I *don’t* bitch about work

About 972 people (and by “972″ I actually mean “5″) at work today commented on how much weight I’ve lost.  I’m surprised at how happy that has made me.

22 pounds is nothing to sneeze at!

Mix night – not picked for the team

Damn… I do alright at picking out songs for mixes, but I SUCK at putting them in any kind of cohesive order.

It’s a decidedly low-key mix compared to most, that I make with driving in mind.  I picked out 43 songs, which I had to condense to something that would fit on a CD.  For now you get an unordered list of those that didn’t make the cut: