Someday My New Position Will Come....

So the position of my dreams has been posted at work. I did what any sane, logical adult would do and applied for it while trying really hard to not jump up and down from the insane burst of excitement that hit me like a tidal wave.

I got the call from our resource manager on Friday. She called at 1 in the afternoon and woke me up. The second I realized who it was, I was awake in a flash. We set the interview for next Friday morning after working Thursday night. It has never been sweeter to be woken up out of a dead sleep!

I've been brushing up on my waveforms and graphics so I can be sharp if they ask me. I'm gonna study like a banshee 'til Friday!

Wish me luck, maybe I'll actually have a chance at getting this!

My Sad Old Country Song

It seems I'm a jack ass.

The last post was a whiny, self-involved blathering that even makes me cringe. Wah, wah, wah, nobody likes me and so on and so forth. I really should remove it...but I won't. It has a grain of truth underneath all of the boo-hoo bullshit.

I really was disappointed. I feel like I am there for everyone most of the time. I also feel that it is not always reciprocated. The other night really wasn't justification for the rant that ensued.

The friends in question had other things going on that I understand. One's husband came home in a foul mood and cleaned away his crabbiness until the wee hours of the morning. One drank her misery away when her long-distance boyfriend never showed up for Valentine's Day after quite a bit of preparation. One fell asleep after a marathon of Cupid's Day booty that she totally deserved.

I get it, I really do. I was the selfish ass when I hate that so much in others. I wallowed in my pity party without giving anyone else a chance to defend their no-show. I'm sorry. I will freely admit that I am still a work in progress, a lot of the progress is met with equal regression.

Things are rolling on in the steady way that they do. The earth did not freeze on it's axis just because I felt let down. All is better now.

I guess I know which aspect of my personality to work on next....

I've Got Friends In Low Places...Or Do I?

It seems I have become tiresome. After only two nights of being a karaoke hostess, it seems that most are bored with the whole thing.

My husband, who was so psyched to be there, told me that he didn't have a great time and can't do this every Saturday. He's over the bar scene already, even though my boss offered him a job running another show that would be his very own.

My friends, who pledged to be there this weekend, never showed up (with the exception of one, thanks Greta!) even as one sent me text messages about how she was rallying the troops.

What gives? I show for their moments in the sunshine and cheer like it's my job. Where's my pep squad?

I was so stoked about last week. I had a great time, had a great group of singers, and everyone said that they had a blast. I think that I understood what it was like to be great at something, to be doing something that I love and get paid for it. I'm not asking for a legion of regulars, just some support. I would think that most people could understand that. It really does suck that being great only lasted for one Saturday. My husband at least got about 6 solid months of it when he was flying the friendly skies.

I understand their position, all I ask is if you don't want to show, say so. It's a lot kinder than me than watching the door every time it opens, hoping it's my go-to group.

I pledge to still be there for everyone, no matter how silly it seems. I know how much it sucks when someone is not.

You Gotta Sing, Sing, Sing!

So times are tough and there is no overtime in sight. I've already taken on a writing gig, but things are still a little on the shaky side. The hubby is pounding away at his office supply cashier job and taking GED classes. I did what any other sane modern woman would do, I took a side job as a karaoke hostess.

My first day was Saturday. I had worked myself into a frenzy of nerves and could barely eat my chicken mac and cheese from Applebee's. I was in a panic as I tried to figure out the perfect outfit, something that was cool but not trying too hard. I ended up with a pair of jeans and a cute little t-shirt but still felt that it wasn't quite right. The hubby kept trying to calm me, but I would hear none of it. We got to the bar 30 minutes early so I could set everything up, find out my waitress's name, see if there were any announcements, and write down my specials. That took all of 5 minutes. The rest of the time I spent pacing back and forth to make sure that all was in fact well.



Time to start, and I had no clue what I was going to say. It finally came out in a rush of nerves as I got ready for my first song, which I had debated the merits of for at least an hour at my husband's expense. I had settled on "Black Horse and Cherry Tree" as it is my signature song and almost always sounds good. I felt good as I belted it out, with the exception of a few nervous wavers in my voice.

The first hour crawled along, with very few singers except for me. My amazing, wonderful, incredible honey put in slips like it was his job so I wasn't alone. Just when I thought no one was singing, slips started coming in at such a rate that I couldn't keep up. I was in full panic mode, just trying to find discs in time for the songs to be sung. People were coming out of the woodwork, and I finally got everything in a rotation that (mostly) made sense.

I really thought that this would just be a fun job, something to blow off steam at a leisurely pace. I was working. Hard. It was like I was working in the ICU with all of my kids going bad at the same time!



Things slipped into a groove and I realized that I was having a great time. We even got an extra half hour out of them, even if it was my husband that ponied up most of the $25 required to continue. I finished the night feeling good. It got even better when my brutally honest husband told me that I was great and that he had a blast. My new boss said that I was amazing and he was very thankful to have found me.



Is this what being above average feels like? If so, I like it! As an added bonus, I get to do it all over again on Saturday. We'll see how it goes! : )