Monday, June 16, 2008

You've got to be kidding me?

I get some strange spam emails, which I think is the case for all of us. I get the typical ones for Viagra and various other prescription meds online. You know what I'm talking about "500 Viagra for $19.95." "Herbal Male Enhancement Drugs... Cheap!" Yes, I love those. Of course I think I get nearly as many emails telling me I have won a $1000 gift card to Costco, JCPenney, Wal-Mart, Target....you name the store, I have gotten the email. Then, you get the email about Gevalia Coffee and their wonderful offers for a free coffee maker, coffee and stainless steel travel mug. Seriously, do they pay people to send out this spam? If they are paying people to do this, I want to sign up for that job because I could seriously do, and do it well.

I've been getting this new email from "My friends from the Video Shoot Last Weekend." What video shoot and which friends? Because I don't remember any video shoot and if I were there, I should at least be able to remember it. Did I have fun? Who comes up with this stuff?

I am still working on the whole figuring out what I want to be when I grow up. I am still really considering the gig as Minnie Mouse. I think that would be phat! I have an interview tomorrow for a part time receptionist job. I need to get something soon because I am going to be in the poor house soon. I also had an interview last Friday, but I don't know how it went, I am not good at reading those situations. I am still waiting to hear back from Starbucks....those corporate asshats won't call me back, even though I have applied twice. You have got to be kidding me, a person applies twice and you don't have the decency to call me back? I know I have a college degree. I know I almost have a Masters Degree, but I don't think I am too good to sell coffee. If I thought that, I wouldn't have applied. So, I think it is time to boycott Starbucks. If they can't call me back, then they don't get my money. Like my boycotting of Starbucks is really going to hurt the corporate coffee giant, but if it makes me feel better, that's all that matters.

I think I may be forced to start selling my body. Yep, I might have to change my name to Trixie Divine and start dancing at Leggs Dungeon Lounge or Babes. I don't know how that will go over. From teacher to exotic dancer. That sounds like a Lifetime Movie of the Week or at least the lead story in the National Enquirer or OK! Magazine. I could write my memoirs detailing my career change and how I was driven to dancing because Starbucks wouldn't hire me. Then, I could tell how I had to go to rehab to quit dancing and get over my addiction to diet pepsi and Cosmo and Glamour. It would be a very trying time, but I would prevail. Then, I would score a part in a weekly sitcom and get a record deal, or something like that. Yeah, I am off my rocker and yes, I need to get out of the house. I am going to find something to do. Until next time, Diva Divine

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