Getting laid off is nice, but I would rather be getting laid

The day has come (finally) and today is my last day at the Marketing company where I have worked for the last year and a half. It is very bittersweet, because even though I didn't enjoy the job, wanted to leave, deserved more money, and so on - the people were great and I could easily go out and come in to work hung over any day I wanted. I am hoping this feeling is simply because I am getting laid off...

That is right; I am getting laid off. It isn't that I was a bad employee (well, I probably was but they never said anything to me about it) it is just that we lost our client and in Advertising and Marketing you have to go down with the ship. Just think of me as Jack Sparrow.

This is, however, leading to a better job that is actually in my career path - working for a law school. This will give me networking options that you couldn't believe, insight into being a law student, and not to mention a (small) severance package and bonus from my current job.

So I guess this is where it ends...

Thank you to Gina for always giving me stamps, pens, boxes, and anything else I needed while speaking with such a thick accent I could barely understand you. Also, thank you for stocking the refrigerator full of free cokes, sprites, dr. peppers, and root beers. I will miss them greatly as I pay for my soft drinks in the future.

Thank you to Millie for teaching me how to do my work quickly so I could have fun. I am pretty sure I wouldn't have joined myspace or started this blog without you. Also, thank you for inviting me out to happy hours and reciting "the Chappelle Show" with me almost every single day.

Thank you to Carmen for giving me days off with almost no notice. I.E. when I asked to go to Vegas for 3 days about 5 1/2 hours before my flight (that I already booked) took off.

Thank you to Elizabeth for keeping me company in our back row cubicles. I am sorry you were walked out early and we never got to say goodbye, so this will have to do.

Thank you to the gas station down the street for always having BY FAR the lowest prices in town, making it convenient for me to go during my lunch hour.

Thank you to Michael for giving me work out tips and for running our March Madness bracket 2 years in a row. I know we went to rival University's, but one day maybe we can sit and watch the UT v. A&M football game without yelling at each other and talking bad about the opposite team. I seriously doubt that will be any time soon.

Finally, thank you to Inna for being my comrad at work. We had more fun than anyone and Text Twist will never be the same. I don't know if anyone can take your place at my new job, but I will bet you $1 that there won't be anyone as great as you. I hope Seattle is amazing and when you and Sam come back we can all go drink on 6th.

Plucker's is still better than WingStop...but WingStop's fries are much better!

I just found out that they aren't giving us our extra paycheck (severance, bonus, etc) until right before 5pm...I guess my plan on getting the check and leaving a few hours early is out.

Happy Birthday, Chuy!

Today is my friend Jesus' birthday, and as a present I leave this amazing clip from Best Week Ever of Sherrod and John Mayer singing a Remix to Chocolate Rain.

I don't know why, but I find this clip hilarious...

Moving

As I have stated before, I hate moving. I am almost positive this is the thing I hate the most (other than things like freezing/burning to death or drowning - which I hope NEVER happens). I really hate being at the age where I am constantly moving apartments.

When I do move, do I leave the city? No.

Do I even more further than 10 miles away from my last apartment? No.

Seems pretty pointless now that I put it like that...What makes it even worse is that I drive a truck.

*I just want to point out that not everyone in Texas owns/drives a truck, and DEFINITELY not many people in Austin drive a truck.*

With that said - I always have to help everyone when they move in/out of their apartments/houses/whatever...as long as they ask (I don't just help without being asked) in advance. I don't know why I don't ever just tell them no - maybe it is because I am a nice guy? Maybe it is because I am in no way buff and know that one day I will require their help in return when I move? Either way, my truck and I always get put to work.

This leads me to my question. If everyone hates moving so much (which we all do - especially the BIG stuff...up stairs...in the 100 degree heat) - why would anyone ever WORK for a moving company?

Lets think about all the down sides of being a professional mover:
1. Constant back pain
2. Moving big items...up stairs...in extreme temperatures
3. Dealing with the actual people whose stuff you are moving
4. Moving items for 8 hours or longer a day all week
5. Working on weekeneds
6. No real areas to be promoted
7. Not enough money for the work

Now let's go over the good points of being a professional mover:
1. Prescribed vicodin at your disposal
2. Not your stuff = don't care if it breaks
3. If you are having a bad day, you can take it out on the people whose items you are moving...everyone knows not to piss off the movers
4. "Working" usually means sitting on your ass most of the time because it is hot and you are tired - there is always a mattress to lay on!
5. Free stuff!
6. You show up when you damn well please
7. Beer never tasted better than after a long day of moving
8. Great workout

....hmm.... Looks like it actually wouldn't be that bad to be a professional mover. Maybe where I am going wrong is that I am moving mine and my friends stuff. If I just tell strangers I will move them (for a price) I can take advantage of all the perks professional movers have.

Looks like I have a new life goal, guys. No more law school ambitions - if anyone needs help moving, let me know!
(please don't)

(Movie) clip Monday

Ok, so these aren't movie clips...but I thought it sounded better than "tv show clip monday."

This first clip is from Flight Of The Conchords. I love this show! Recently I have been calling myself either hiphopopotamus or the rhymenocerous.



favorite lines:

They call me the Hiphopopotamus
I got flows that glow like phosphorous,
poppin off at the top of this esophagus,
i'm not a water dwelling mammal from Africa thats been moved to the metropolis
and taught how to break dance where'd u get that preposterous hypothesis?
did steve tell you that?

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the first two rows pregnant.
And yes my lyrics are sexist
but you bitches and hoes should know that I'm trying to correct this


This second clip is also from FOTC. It let's the ladies know what time it is...

It's business time.



This last clip is from an episode of Entourage from last week.

Basically, Turtle (to win a bet for Drama) has to dress up like a pink rabbit to sleep with this girl (Shana Moakler) who is obsessed with Furries. Turtle backs out at the last second leaving Drama out of his $5,000 - so he figures that he might as well get something out of it.





Enjoy your Monday night!

I get to take Christy out for her birthday with a few friends AND I don't have to be at work until 10am tomorrow morning!