Karma

I wrote a GIANT post today about the state of The Job and what is happening with The Job and how it is going to (knock on wood) CHANGE and how I am (knock on enormous centuries-old redwood tree) liking the new stuff I'm doing. Yes, I wrote that. I am liking what I do to earn a living. Shocking! Incredible!

And I'm just going to take the fact that Typepad completely IGNORED my giant The-Job-Is-Potentially-Awesome post as a merciful sign that I should not be writing about The Job on my personal website. Why I persist in doing so is a mystery to all. I may have had some unconscious wish to get fired in months past, but now? Now that I am transitioning out of the Crap Job into a Potentially Awesome Job? Now that I am doing things that require more than a modicum of brain cells? Now that I only have to do the stuff I hate until JULY when I will start doing ONLY COOL STUFF and not on Fridays because I WILL NOT BE WORKING ON FRIDAYS?

I must be crazy to be writing about The Job.

Instead, here are a list of things that are really harshing my mellow:

• The Indigo Girls show AND the Dar Williams show are sold out. SOLD OUT. The IG show sold out in ONE FRIGGIN DAY. This has to do with the fact that:

1. The concerts on the pier are no more, due to the fact that someone smart realized that four bazillion people should not be dancing around to fuzzy folk music on an unsound unstable old-as-hell waterfront pier.
2. The pier concert series' move to some made up place on South Lake Union was fraught with drama, including awful acoustics, nightmarish parking and a citywide stinkeye for Paul Allen.
3. Zootunes took over but for some reason Zootunes concerts are ALWAYS SOLD OUT and people, I have been to many an Indigo Girls show and they have NEVER sold out, even the show at the friggin CROCODILE. (Okay, maybe they have sold out, but only when it was perfectly acceptable to do so, ie: after I have bought my ticket. What is all this selling out on the FIRST DAY?)

Anyway, Dar is also sold out which is almost worse, because my sisters were going to go to this one with me and it was going to be the first time in the history of the universe that the three of us would be in complete and utter harmony over our choice of music. Must troll craigslist for horribly overpriced tickets. Gah. Can't believe this is happening.

• The Lost season finale is tonight, but our Lost friends had the gall to schedule their wedding anniversary today so WHATEVER. Phillip and I will be wearing our  t-shirts and playing our made up Lost drinking game by ourselves. Whenever Jack gets all squinty-eyed and pathetically pensive, DRINK! (Which ensures you'll be drinking the ENTIRE TIME.)
• The American Idol finale is tonight too. WHO CARES. It's between some dude with gray hair and some girl who looks like Barbie's brunette friend come alive which, frankly, freaks me right out.
• I cannot figure out when I'm going to get my butt over to the mall to pick up a box o' chocolates for my sister-in-law. This is important. There is no See's Candy in Cincinnati! How do you people get by? I've purchased adorably illustrated books for the nephews, we've got Seahawks paraphernalia for my brother-in-law but my sister-in-law, the woman who sent me FOUR magazine subscriptions for Christmas because she is THAT AWESOME, deserves some candy. Must find spare moments for the mall. Must also purchase more drastically overpriced moisturizer at Macy's.
• It is going to cost me TWICE as much to fly to Italy this year as it would have last year. God. I hate this whole JOB thing and having to plan your life around your stupid JOB and your stupid VACATION DAYS. Wah. Also hate the airlines.
• I need a haircut. My stringy grungy hair is even stringier and grungier than normal. What am I going to do about this? I can't just cut off a couple inches, because the stringy and grungy remains. I can't hack it all off a'la sophomore year of college because that requires getting it cut every month instead of every year, like I do now, and also because Phillip is not especially fond of the little boy look and YES of COURSE I let my husband dictate my grooming choices! I'm leaning toward a bob a'la Kelly Kapowski the College Years or the Rachel circa 1996 (which, oh God, I just told the Internet I want a ten-year-old hairstyle). But I have the flattest straightest most boring hair in the universe and SOMETHING MUST BE DONE. However! My last favorite haircut was at the Aveda salon up the street from my sister-in-law's house so hey hey hey! You know what else they do there? Eyebrow waxing. Looooove eyebrow waxing.
• But back to the Suckitude. I paid $50 to fill up my beloved automobile this morning. I might have cried. I might have vowed to purchase the automobile of my heart's desire, until I saw that it cost oh so much more than $50. Yeesh.

Funny how my Absolutely Fantastically Brilliant post about The Job turned into a plethora of whiny muck. But I can't mess with The Job, people. It's that good.

*knock on enormous stack of soon-to-be-a-townhouse plywood stacked perilously close to my house*