"They're working me like a two-dollar hooker on a 99 cent special."
Sorry for the blue humor, but many moons ago, I heard Damon Wayans utter that line in a comedy special and wasn't sure I'd ever be in the position to use it. But sure enough, the last two weeks were more than deserving of the above quote. Basically, as I mentioned in a previous post, I had a ton of work to do on a tight deadline that had me coming into work two weekends in a row, staying every weeknight until 9:30, and missing a trip home where I could have had yummy catered food c/o Jennifer. I realize that's nothing a lot of you haven't already done, and it's certainly not working in a coal mine or Kabul, but it still sucked. Anywho, it actually worked out ok as yesterday I ended up getting fairly significant praise for all the work. And if I am any kind of whore at all, it's definitely a praise whore. Seriously. I'm like a trained puppy.
In other news, it has been super windy in DC lately and the other day I was walking behind this woman who got SMACKED in the face by a low hanging tree branch (luckily for her it was a small one) and then it got caught in her hair. I resisted the urge to chuckle because if My Name is Earl has taught me anything, it's that Karma has a photographic memory. And if I were to laugh at that woman's misfortune, as I walked by the very same tree it would start attacking me "Wizard of Oz" style.
Sorry for the blue humor, but many moons ago, I heard Damon Wayans utter that line in a comedy special and wasn't sure I'd ever be in the position to use it. But sure enough, the last two weeks were more than deserving of the above quote. Basically, as I mentioned in a previous post, I had a ton of work to do on a tight deadline that had me coming into work two weekends in a row, staying every weeknight until 9:30, and missing a trip home where I could have had yummy catered food c/o Jennifer. I realize that's nothing a lot of you haven't already done, and it's certainly not working in a coal mine or Kabul, but it still sucked. Anywho, it actually worked out ok as yesterday I ended up getting fairly significant praise for all the work. And if I am any kind of whore at all, it's definitely a praise whore. Seriously. I'm like a trained puppy.
In other news, it has been super windy in DC lately and the other day I was walking behind this woman who got SMACKED in the face by a low hanging tree branch (luckily for her it was a small one) and then it got caught in her hair. I resisted the urge to chuckle because if My Name is Earl has taught me anything, it's that Karma has a photographic memory. And if I were to laugh at that woman's misfortune, as I walked by the very same tree it would start attacking me "Wizard of Oz" style.
According to two, independent sources, my brother looks like Ace from American Idol. What say you all??
posted by staca at
11:29 AM
5 Comments:
They do look a little like each other judging by the photos. Is that dude still in contention for Idolship? As for working two weekends in a row and till 9:30 every night for two weeks -- shoo, girl. You a better person than me. I'm glad you like your job, because for anyone else that sounds like a terrible couple of weeks.
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Miller Sturtevant, at 9:21 PM
Hate to say this, but I think he looks like the main character from Saved by the Bell. I don't know him so I can say that, right?
On another note, once again your blog baffles me (hookers?). Which Staci is real, the blogger with the caustic sense of humor or the reserved one in the office with the eerily fake phone voice? (seriously, it's like Sybil) Just wondering. Could your audience weigh in on this? (nice plug for more comments, eh?)
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Shannon, at 4:37 PM
Your blog is great! Would you like to guest on mine some time??
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Elizabeth, at 8:41 PM
I see the resemblance...
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