exhausted

I'm flat out beat from the last two days....no I'm not working out. I don't lift weights, those things are heavy. You go lift them. As long as I can get out of bed, I'm good.

So, why so tired? Because I got a job offer that I don't want. It's like the really fat girl who thinks you are cute, except that your friends only tell you 'some girl thinks you're cute', they neglect to tell you it's the whale that's trying to squeeze into her size 14 jeans.....problem is, she was a size 14 3 years ago, and then she got her job at Cinnabon in the mall, and all bets were off after that. So, when you see who it is, much like this job offer, you go from excited to 'Aw, crap'.

As for the job, there are numerous reasons not to take it. One-they needed an answer in less than 8 hours. So I sent a counter-offer. Even if they met all of my demands, which aren't necessarily reasonable, I won't take the job. While I may want to someday run my own bar or diner, I don't want to run this one. It would be in Vegas with some people of questionable character. Not my direct bosses, mind you, but their family. I won't go into all the details, because it's not fair and if I did put it out there then everyone who reads this would attempt to call me a liar. But I swear, what I know, have seen and heard is all very much true. I wish it weren't, but it really is.
So why should I go? I honestly can't think of a good reason. Not one. And to me, just taking a job for the sake of a job is pointless. Once the newness wears off, then what do you have left? Your day to day life/job. That's what you have. It's been about 36 hours since I made my counter, and I have this strange feeling that the two people I interviewed with are dealing with more drama than they'd ever admit to. Sorry, but I can't walk into that. It's not right, it's not my place, and I've sort of been down the path to believe that I'd kind of be like a Dr. Phil. Sorry, but not now. I've got my own stuff to deal with, and for the most part, I'm doing well. My advice on relationships is really quite simple-take away the money and the sex, what do you have left? If you can't have a decent conversation and some laughs along the way, knowing that you enjoy that persons company, then don't be together. Maybe it's just my state of mind, but I'm noticing something among people I know-those that wait for certain things usually (and by usually I mean about 80%) succeed. Those relationships that are based on material things or crazy sex don't last. They can, but eventually they are going to have to discuss what the heck is going on in their worlds and see if the ol' hopes & dreams align in any way, shape or form.
For example, could I ever really truthfully date a Yankees fan? I know, it sounds ridiculous. But think it out. If they were a true fan of the game and were a fan along the lines of me, where they don't love everything that their favorite team does, then maybe. But if they're just that rah-rah in your face type of person...good grief, NO! And that is just an ancillary thing. In the long run, I really don't care who your root for, so long as it's not communists, PETA, National Endowment of the Arts or Planned Parenthood. Why? I don't believe in any of them, and I for damn sure don't want any of my money to go to any of those causes, taxes or otherwise.
I believe in the real true free economy. You know where you find that? Ebay. Think about it all the way through and you'll see my point. It's a place where people put their trust in their fellow man to deliver what they've purchased in a timely fashion. Don't do it, and you get a bad review. In turn, maybe people won't buy from you.
Now, to go back to my point on who you root for. Other than PETA, the others are somehow getting money from the government. Well, the government doesn't have any money. They tax us and then give the money to someone else. For example, the National Endowment for the Arts. Sure sounds like a good idea, and I'd be on board if that money went to help fund after school art programs, or got supplies for art trips, classes, etc. I think it would be a great concept. But then it happens. It always happens. Someone says that someone else should pay $25,000 for a blue streak down a 3 foot canvas. Sorry, not buying it. Nor should anyone else. Let the free economy figure out how much that thing is worth. If an 'artist' can do that, why don't musicians or comics do that? I know why...you have to prove you can bring in an audience in order to get paid. While I don't think Dane Cook is all that funny, he did manage to pack TD BankNorth Garden and Madison Square Garden. For a comedy show, that's around 19,000 people. Whether you like him or not, or even mock him like everyone else, he does pack a venue.
I don't like Planned Parenthood for numerous reasons, I won't get into them here. But the most prevalent reason is because their name is a lie. How many people go to one of those clinics if they are trying to plan a family? That place should be called 'Holy-shit-I-can't-believe-I-slept-with-that-guy-once-and-now-I'm-knocked-up-I'm-never-drinking-Jager-again' Place.

So, to sum up, I'm not really going to take that job in Vegas. It's not the right fit, for oh so many reasons. But I'll admit, it was nice to be wanted for a minute.

Now, there are like 3 jobs that are out there that I would really love to do. And they are all back east. I'm still researching all sorts of things, but I keep coming up against something. The realm of stuff I like to do, well there's just not as strong of a market here in Denver as there is back home. Doesn't mean I'll stop looking in Denver, but if I really want to keep going down a certain path, it's looking more and more like I'm going to be back east. All sorts of fun with that decision.

As for right now, I'm dog-sitting. A dog and a puppy. It was rather amusing to have them hop on the bed as I was trying to get situated for sleeping..and then they pinched me in! I'm just not used to being pinned in on each side when I'm sleeping (sorry to disappoint if you thought I had some sleazy sex story to give you here), but you have to be cognisant of the puppy, since he might weigh 5 pounds, and I weigh just a wee bit more than that. But they are fun.

Well, back to research for jobs...but I leave you with a personal favorite comic of mine:



Happy Wednesday!!