Grunt Work

I thought shit was supposed to run downhill. Where I am concerned it must be able to defy gravity. I don't work in a glamorous job. I wouldn't even go as far as to call it enjoyable at this point. What it does have going for it is that I am applying my degree which I paid mucho bucks for.

As I have climbed the professional food chain I thought that my grunt work would decrease, what I am finding is that I am annoyed with the grunts beneath me's attempts to make me do their work. Perhaps this is karma for all the times I have slacked off. But as I sit there listening to them make inane arguments about why they can't do their work I can't help but think people don't pull this shit with Madonna. Of course the fact that I am listening to excuses about report deadlines and not million dollar endorsement deals also reminds me why I am on the Z-list!

Where's my 500th Day Celebration?

I was watching TV last night and Chelsea Lately was celebrating her 500th episode. I guess that is life on the B (?) list, you show up to work for 500 days and they give you a fucking parade?

My job is not NEARLY as fun as a talk show host, and if I figure it out over the last two years I worked over 560 days, this includes weekdays and the lucky times I "get" to work weekends also. What I want to know is where is MY parade and giant bottle of vodka, lord knows I need it!

So it begins

A friend and I were recently conversing about the "Streamies", possibly the saddest award show in the world, and the question came up "how low on the celebrity food chain can you go?" My friend, in his infinite wisdom from years in the entertainment buisness informed me that "if you are alive you are on the Z list, the rest us up to you!"

So suck on that Kathy! This is MY life on the Z list!