pants world, i have some most excellent news to share with you!
and it has nothing to do with food or hip hop dance or the fact that ryan gosling and rachel mcadams are together (although that is obvs news everyone should be celebrating, cos YAY LOVE!).
I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!
i did!! i really did!!!
it’s all so exciting!!!
i won’t divulge too many details, since i try to keep my professional life neatly separated from ye blogosphere, but i WILL tell you that i get to work with undergraduate students!! which is what i’ve been really really really wanting to do!!! HOORAY!!!
LET’S HAVE A PARADE!!! seriously!!! let’s all dress up and dance down the street and eat funnel cake!!
anyway, i really am over the moon about it, and i can’t wait to start in two weeks. la la laaaa!
of course, when i tell people the news in person, the second thing they say after “congrats!” is “but wait, what about yr blog?!!”
rest assured, pantsers, that this blog is going NOWHERE! wait, that sounds wrong. what i mean is, of course i’ll keep writing! moreover, my (future) work with student development will most certainly inspire some posts, although obvs i won’t be writing about specific people or anything.
in fact, my new job has inspired today’s entry! and not just cos i wanted to tell you guys. but also cos… i need help!
anyone know any good icebreakers?
no seriously. i need to know. and not just cos i wanted to post this picture of a group known as “the icebreakers,” whom i assume are some kind of tween dance team.
in addition to my regular job and my classes, i’ve started a new career.
as a model.
for internet security.
it’s something i’ve been dreaming about for a really long time, actually. i probably don’t have to tell you that internet security modeling is a burgeoning new industry, especially in light of the recent mass of facebook hacks as well as the terrorist attacks (al-qaeda TOTALLY wants to turn yr myspace profile into a tool for the axis of evil). people want, nay, NEED to know how to make sure their internet is SECURE, and they need gorgeous models to educate them. would you rather read a big, heavy ole book about potential weaknesses in the mainframe or learn the “Top Ten Ways to Give That Nigerian Prince the Runaround!” from helena christensen?
i thought so!
so, when the opportunity came along to combine my life-long love of fashion with a chance to serve my country, i said, with tears in my eyes, “you bet yr sweet tootsie!”
as you can see, i’m playing the role of the person who almost got scammed last week, but didn’t. the casting director obviously saw in me the all-american girl, the sweet yet tough as nails broad who may *appear* easily swindled but knows how to catch those hustlers at their own game! i put you behind bars, suckas!
since i am a method actor, i decided to develop my character by trolling the internets and looking for v. bad people who wanted to steal my money. i also clicked on all myspace bulletins that told me i could win a $250 gift card or find out who had been looking at my profile. i allowed myself to feel the emotions of betrayal, loss, anger and finally, empowerment, that the person who almost got scammed last week, but didn’t, must have felt.
it’s pretty safe to say i NAILED IT. i mean, just look at my face! look into my eyes! it’s all there!
the white stripes: you don’t know what love is (you just do as you’re told)
first of all, thanks for all of yr comments on my last post! ahhh! in the words of my junior high (or was it high school? sheesh) Advanced Academic Strategies (AAS!) teacher, yr feedback gives me “a warm fuzzy.”
second, sorry for the lack of posting on friday. i knew i’d be MIA but i forgot to ask for a sub! duh.
i swear it will never happen again. ok, well, swear is a strong word (and my mother always told me to refrain from swearing). how about, i really hopity hope hope it will never happen again, with sprinkles and frosting and cherries on top!
mmm. that sounds good.
anyway, so i’ve spent most of my day filing. they’ve re-doing the floors in my office, so i have to pack up every single admissions file from the past two years. IT’S GLORIOUS.
CLIP ART ALERT. zzzzexy.
plus, it’s a spunky little reminder that i have to pack up ALL OF MY BELONGINGS and then move to a place TBD (and probably TB$$$$$) in the hot hot heat of summer.
all of this is not conducive to writing a blog entry, let me tell you.
but you know what IS?
spending the entire weekend on a houseboat in lake travis!!!!!! <– future blog, probs tomorrow
going to boston!!! <– friday friday friday, which reminds me: i need a sub on friday! anyone? anyone?
eating some pie!! <– this is not happening right now, except in my mind. where it is always happening.
funny g-chats! <– see below
so, i’m a pretty huge fan of the chat feature on google. i talk to faraway friends, like amber, and i also talk to friends that i could v. easily call, but i don’t, cos a) i really hate the phone b) i’m at work and must act in a professional manner.
one of my reigning g-champs (zing!) is matt. although we cover a lot of the typical “how’s yr day?” or “i freaking hate this freaking job” or “what kind of food do you think we’ll have on wednesday?” our chats often stumble into comic territory due to the v. nature of electronic communication, a veritable playground of humorous misunderstandings and tragic mispellings.
today, i present to you, from the golden archives of my google account, a Classic Chat with Matt Giehart:
[note: we were discussing figures of speech]
10:00 AM me: it’s one of my favorites
yesterday i got to use, “don’t dip yr pen in companyink.”
heh
10:01 AM matt: hahaha
which isn’t true by the way you can dip your pen there if you want
i do it
just don’t get caught
10:03 AM me: HA HA
oh buddy
tmi
matt: wait
what does don’t dip your pen in the companyink mean?
10:04 AM me: it means have sex with someone you work with
HA HA
matt: oh
oops
i thought it meant that you use your company’s products
for personal use
me: not really
matt: i don’t have sex with my coworkers
but i do use company products
me: ha ha
10:05 AM well that is ok with me
ah, memories!
now excuse me while i go steal some hot pink post-its from our supply closet.
LINKS
i’m not really sure what to think about this movie. i don’t really understand how it all fits into a movie, actually. but as a fan of “wet hot american summer,” i’m willing to give it a whirl.
how did the whale get to the aquarium?… on a plane, like everyone else, silly.
over the weekend, meredith confided in me that, if she could kill one person without consequences, it would be carrot top. perchance you think her cruel? well, judger pants, i present to you exhibit A (the only exhibit that you will ever, ever need). EGADS. meredith, justice is on yr side.
if you don’t like this song, you must be the mayor of craytopia.
note one
in case you haven’t noticed, IT’S OCTOBER. in complete ignorance of the hot weather and stubbornly green trees, i have declared it fall. IT IS FALL. and fall means one v. important thing:
so, i’m feeling a bit dizzy about my life, and not in the “yay! i’m a little girl spinning around!” sort of way. rather, i feel like i just got hit by a car. ok, maybe not a car. maybe like a golf cart? Continue reading ’showing up (part two)’
why working in the department of theatre & dance is different from
working in admissions (or the business school, for that matter)
a play in two acts
ACT I
Sarah crosses theatre lobby, the hangout for all dance/drama majors,
and overhears a male acting student say to a fellow student, “She
SMOKES, she DRINKS… AND she’s a carnie. I LOVE this girl!”
intermission
ACT II:
Sarah enters lady’s restroom and sees fliers posted inside the stall
doors. The fliers inform her of a bulimia study being conducted at UT,
which offers to pay each participant $50 for completing all
sessions.� Sarah, never having seen these fliers in the business
school, notices the bathroom’s proximity to the dance studios.�
Several info tabs have already been pulled from the fliers.
public transportation, it’s so nice to see you again.
so i’m temping right now as a receptionist at the UT business school. i know. imagine me in the business school. i’m trying to blend in as much as possible but it’s hard. fortunately my supervisor is a micro-managing mommie dearest, so her condescending comments are keeping my�deviant ass in line. classic moments from yesterday include:
1) hours have passed with no visitors (keep in mind only two people work in this office, so the title of “receptionist” is stretching it), so sarah sits at her desk and eats her can of pineapple. manager pants, in soft, sugary voice says, “sarah, if you need to take a break, please feel free. we don’t eat food at the front desk for all of the visitors to see.”
2) i was asked by a student worker to send an email request for a receipt book order. in response to my request, i was asked for an account number. when i mentioned this to manager pants, she said, “well, sarah, you’re not supposed to be�sending those emails directly. you must always send them to me so that i can review them.�you of course don’t have the authority to�spend any part of the budget.�don’t you see?” the receipt book, btw, costs $7.89. so i send her the email, and she replies back with “approved”. heaven help me.
3) she asked me to write down some 10 digit account numbers, and i made the DREADFUL mistake of asking her the difference between the accounts. she widened her eyes in a maniacal manner and said (again, softly), “well sarah, i do believe we talked a bit about accounts this morning. do you remember what i told you? about what the numbers mean?” so i replied, “yes, 26 means federal funding and 19 means internal funding… BIOTCH!” of course, i had to use ESP for the biotch part.
inspite of my ranting, i’m really thankful for this temp job. it’s a great way to make money (which i desperately need) while waiting to hear back from potential employers. i’ve got a couple of possibilies, three of which seem *very* likely to evolve into offers. i’ll keep you xangsters posted.
so i can deal with manager pants, cos i know it’s�a TEMP job. another student worker told me that the last receptionist left after 6 weeks. and the one before that left after 3 months. you know, you just can’t find good help these days.
i’m heading to houston this saturday to see the fabulous amber and of course my houston friends. i’m really excited!
oh and another bonus of this temp job: the staff lounge has starbucks coffee. i know, i’m a sell-out, but�people, regular office coffee is BAD. it just is. i can’t turn away from the truth. anyhoo i really need a refill cos i was out late last night watching seth and his band play an excellent show at the carousel, followed by chris simpson (seth’s friend from star seeds) who used to be�in the bands�mineral and the gloria record. the best part about the carousel is the massive pink elephant that stands in the back of the stage. the second best is the sign on the back door that says, in big block letters, “FOR THE LAST TIME, DO NOT BLOCK THIS DOOR!!”. the corner of the sign is partially� obscured by a large piano.
ok, i’m off to run some errands for manager pants. woo-hoo!
maybe everyone else knows about these sites, but whoah! hours and hours of search engine glee!
in other news, jeremy ward from mars volta died! sadness! BUt on the bright side, their first full length album is finally coming out. i learned all of this important news from a site jesse g. just told me about:
once again, i’m probably the last one to know about this site but it rawks my socks off.
“i am a rocker. i rock out.” - ryan d.’s t-shirt
and in other news, i am bloody exhausted, but mostly for excellent, it’s-worth-the-loss-of-sleep reasons. i’m used to being tired on friday, since thursday nite = the g-man = too much fun with people i adore.
but then i had this long ass meeting with my boss (who is cool) that turned into this evaluation of my performance (which wasn’t necessarily bad but i wasn’t prepared and therefore felt a little… taken aback). the meeting also featured the following dramatic moment:
sarah finally accepts the idea that she cannot change the goals of the administration and agrees/submits to do the project “their way”.
but, dear citizens, it’s not as depressing as it sounds.
in fact, the moment could also be summed up as:
sarah decides to stop being a rebellious brat and realizes she needs to suck it up.
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