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The King's Still Dead, Long Live The King
 Today is the 25th Anniversary of Elvis dropping dead on his porcelain throne. It seems like yesterday when I was watching the news with my dad and the top story was "Elvis, Dead at 42". My father, a huge fan, was sitting in our living room in total shock. He had tears in his eyes when he yelled to my mother to come in the living room to see the news. It was quite the event in our household.
That's probably why Elvis has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. His music and especially his movies remind me of being a kid and getting together with my family. I've probably heard just about every Elvis song in my lifetime, including (unfortunately) his religious and Xmas songs. My favourite Elvis song has always been Suspicious Minds. I've probably seen the movie Blue Hawaii 10 times (it was my mom's favourite ). A couple of months ago, I saw a half hour of Kissin' Cousins - what a hokey pile of shit film that was. Apparently, thousands of people were expected to file past Elvis' grave at Graceland today. My friend Ron and I went six years ago. We wanted to go to what we considered the trashiest place in the U.S. (perhaps even the world). We took pictures of ourselves pretending to cry at his grave and made fun of all the trailer trash there. That tour sucks balls, by the way - they make you wear headphones and you don't even get to see the toilet Elvis dropped dead on - we were very disappointed.
My Lazy Days Are Over
 After more than nine months being unemployed, I finally got a job! It's a receptionist temp job but I've been told I'm basically guaranteed 3-6 months work. The job pays $12 an hour, a lot less than I've been accustomed to but after spending the last three weeks with NO money (my unemployment insurance ran out), that paycheck is going to come in handy. Woo hoo! I won't have to quit smoking!
The hours aren't 9 to 5, which I would actually enjoy, they are 7 to 4. How the hell I'm going to crawl out of bed at 5:30 every morning is beyond me. Maybe they won't care if I don't bother to shower before work! I am not a morning person at all. Somehow, I think I'll be envying the women in the movie Nine to Five, even if Dabney Coleman was an asshole! Which brings me to another big question: How soon before I begin really hating this job? I give it a week! But money's money and damn I NEED MONEY right now. I've gone through a lot of bullshit in the past couple of months. Two weeks ago I was offered a data entry temp job at a bank (the same one where I have an account). It was only $9 an hour, 30 hours a week, but as I've said, I needed the money! So I was told I had this job and then they did a credit check on me and rejected me for having a bad credit record! What the hell did they expect? I was unemployed for Christ's sake! The next week I started developing bad chest pains and had to go to a walk-in clinic. I was diagnosed with a really bad case of heartburn due to stress. Turns out I didn't need that job anyway - Royal Bank can kiss my ass! I'll be making an extra $150 a week thanks to the fact those fuckers rejected me! Obviously, I'll miss sleeping in everyday, hanging out with Whe's son all day long and the many other benefits of not having to work. But I won't miss that panicky feeling of wondering how I'm going to pay for my car and feeling like a total burden to just about everyone I know. I already feel like I'm worth something again!
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