I need to say something here. Okay, sometimes when I think about this website, I think about having a responsibility to be PC and open-minded and respectful about other people's opinions, but right now is not one of those times...

I want to say to all of you people who voted for Joshua Grayson over Ruben - your opinion is wrong. Yeah, I fucking said it. WRONG WRONG WRONG. I swear to God, I'm moving to Canada because Americans are voting for this half-ass country karaoke singer over the velvet teddy bear. What the fuck is WRONG with you people? What the hell is wrong with America? How could this have happened?

Problem is, anyone can vote, so people who are fucking morons because they think Josh should still be in this competition more so than Ruben are out there texting their bullshit in. Maybe they dialed the wrong number and misvoted. As I was watching, I promised myself that if Ruben was voted out in this round, I would not only NOT watch it, but I would brainwash all my readers into never watching another show on FOX again. I would also find every person who did not vote for Ruben and who voted for Broadway Cheese King Howdy Doody and slap them until they had some sense in them. At LEAST Clay can sing, so if I hate him, I can still have total respect for his talent, and Kimberley I really love, but Josh over Ruben?

I mean, I already have to resign to the fact that Clay is going to win and I'm going to have to hear his over-annunciated voice on my stupid radio and TV for a million years. I mean, his diction only reminds me why the English language is so ugly compared to every other language in the world.

That's all I have to say about that. American Idol voters - you suck. YES, I FUCKING SAID IT. YOU SUCK!

This show is rigged. I don't believe this voting thing is real. Lies. Also, I don't think the budget is only $1000 on Trading Spaces.

Here's what I wrote today while temping:

I’ll be working 17 hours a day for the next 3 days. It’ll be hard, but very possible. I think that tonight, it’ll be fine because I’ll just be sort of laughing and believing I’m some sort of martyr because I personally have never worked so much. By Friday, I think I’ll be so exhausted that it’ll be funny, I’ll be delirious. Tomorrow is going to be the worst because I’ll be in the thick of it. I have a feeling it will be painful. I’ll get through it, obviously. I’m sleeping in on Saturday…late. I’m going to turn off my phone.

I like this job. I mean, there’s not much to it. I don’t have to deal with any problems, any complaints, any questions at all. I have to giggle quite a bit because I either mumble horribly, or the name “Lori” doesn’t sound clear over the phone because this guy I’m talking to right now keeps calling me Gloria, and it’s so funny to be that I don’t feel like correcting him. Sure, I’ll be Gloria for a few minutes. It’s close enough. Lori isn’t really a crisp name. Other than that, it’s relaxing. My computer is so slow you could bleed to death much faster than it takes for it to open a new window, and I pretty much sit on hold listening to a wide variety of on-hold music selections of insurance companies. This could be seen as stressful or relaxing, depending on how you look at it. It’s annoying being on hold and waiting for a slow computer, but if you just slow yourself down and fill in that holding time with something like IM, email, or updating my website. I mean, when you know how much time you have, you can plan things to do during it. For example, when I enter the data into the computer, it can take up to one full minute for it to actually save. The screen freezes, and then it minute later, it’s saved. You know how long a minute is when you’re just sitting there waiting at the computer? You know how long a minute IS the computer world? Years.
I gotta say, though it doesn’t pay nearly the amount waiting tables does, it’s so nice having a job where I don’t have to be bright and peppy, where I don’t have to run around, or worse, stand around without sitting down once for five hours. I like smelling nice rather than like sweat and food. Yes, it’s relatively boring, but isn’t everything in a way? I like having jobs to put on my resume as well.

Something else I like: there’s no pressure to get so much done in a day. I mean, it’s ideal to make no less than a certain amount of calls a day, but there’s nothing you can do to speed up the process. I have one responsibility, to make these calls and process what information they give me. There is no multi-tasking, there’s no using my spare time wisely or practically (at least towards this company, but I can use it practically for my own personal tasks). When I’m on hold or the computer is thinking about something slowly, there is absolutely nothing to do but do whatever I want. For example, I ran out of numbers to call, so I have NOTHING to do but wait for someone to bring me those numbers. I kind of like it. An excuse to be lazy, but not even that lazy, because your free time is only in minute spans.

Question: Don’t you find it so awkward (bordering on a pet peeve) when you’re giving someone a number, and there is confusion as to whether the person is going to just let you list it or say “uh-huh” in between each space you give? You know what I’m talking about? You start, “Okay, the number is 2 0 1,”

”Uh huh,”

”4 5 3, 6…”

”Uh huh,”

”3 8 2, I’m sorry did you get that?”

”Um…I think so, you said 453-382…then what?”

”No, it’s 453-6”

”uh-huh,” she interrupts while you are saying 6 again.

”Uh...”<you don’t know if she heard you>, “right, 6…” you repeat.

”Okay, so 6 6,” Fuck, she HAD heard that first 6.

”No, only one 6,”

”Oh,”

”The WHOLE NUMBER IS 485-6382!” You scream as quickly as you can so she doesn’t drop another uh-huh bomb on the conversation.

Shit, I lost my train of thought. I felt really good about something a minute ago, OH, I know what it was! I’ve figured out how I’m going to decorate my cubical. I saw some woman over there whose space is packed with stuffed animals. I’m bringing in some real and some fake plants. I’m going to hang up my tropical calendar, and then have a section of pictures. I want to bring in a fish too, but that may be taking it too far. I’m already concerned about it being over decorated. If I knew for a fact that no one cared, I’d bring in a lamp too. I still might. I’m wondering if that would look bad, but how ridiculous would that be?
There are few things more satisfying that a well decorated work-place.