So today I got called into my new vice president's office today. She wanted to discuss my behavior at a skincare training which I left early to go and finish my real work. I know that it is rude to leave trainings early and should have communicated that more clearly but this is where IT GETS EVEN STRANGER…….Are you ready for this. She told me that the trainer told her that I was drawing on the table. I couldn't do anything but laugh at my vice president in the face. It seemed like such a strange thing like I was in Kindergarten and getting in trouble for stealing Jimmy's red crayon.

I love to draw and intend on being a famous handbag designer the last place I would ever draw is on a table. This is what I have huge giant black notebooks for. This is insane. What is even more insane is that they would waste their management time to discuss this with me. In the past few months I have been written up and reprimanded for calling out sick and accused of drawing on a table like a two year old.

I wonder if I am treated in such ridiculous manner how can I possibly take this place seriously or even want to have any integrity or honor in the company that I work for. The only approach that I have grown fond of is utter and complete ambivalence to all things considered with this job at the crazy French lotion company where nothing makes sense.

as my title obviousely reveals..i work with my dad which sucks...he can send me to my room and shit when i do something wrong...beat that level of suckiness~!

Fast food seems to be the bottom of the barrel. I would rather work with my parents than do what I do. My job doesn't just make me WANT to throw things, as the several boxes in the freezer can attest to, it actually MAKES me throw things. When it's the worst I just throw on my kippah and remember that I'm not actually alone and that I've been given the strength to do this job, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten said job.

That being said, there is nothing worse than working with a bunch of high school kids who think they can come in and get paid to do absolutely nothing but sit around and talk.

Note to high school kids: It's called "work" for a reason.

i work for MTV. but before you say how envious you are of me and so forth, let me say this: it is near impossible to land a job with the company first and foremost (unless you know someone who works there), and then once you're in it can be a pain in the ass to move up in the ranks. and depending on what department you're in or how long you've been there, the salary can be either really lame or really fantastic. i've been here for 2 years and i'm still in the same department that i was when i started out. but at least i don't have to wear a suit and tie to work. i also get great health insurance (super important) and tons of perks (free Daily Show tickets, free movie screenings, discounts at certain stores, etc.). i'm hoping to either move up within the company, or find a new job elsewhere. or win the lotto. that would be nice.

Down here in SW Florida, where daytime highs reach eleventy thousand degrees Fahrenheit, I can be found on top of buildings  - where the temperatures are usually about fifteen hundred degrees, again in Fahrenheit, hotter - installing large commercial broadband satellite systems. After I vomit once it gets better.

Actually it's not that bad; I like the dizzy lightheaded feeling, mostly.

 And Sunday is my son Asher's fourth birthday !!!  Send cash.

Because that might not be good.