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I love Sundays again
Hard to believe it but I'm still happy. My new boss is one of the nicest bosses I've ever had. It's a bizarre feeling for me to go to bed on a Sunday night and not be absolutely dreading the next morning. It's like all the hell I've been through in the past five years has finally ended.
You lose some and then you WIN!
So shit, I lost my job about a month ago. A big shock to me but the guy I worked for was a bad-tempered, disgusting old asshole anyway so to not have to see that asshole ever again will certainly have its benefits. The problem is, the last time I lost my job, I was out of work for over a year - it was truly a living hell for me. Living on employment insurance is not living - I think I was getting $750 every two weeks (if that). That kind of money would pay for my rent and my car payments and the car insurance and leave me with enough left over for a couple of boxes of Kraft Dinner every month. What a difference it's been this time around. The day after I lost the job I was sending my resume out to anyone who would take it and Voila - a week later I got a call and had an interview scheduled. I walked into that interview as confident as ever and a week after that, I got the damn job. On Friday, I got a nice little severance pay from my last employer deposited into my bank account and on Monday, I started my new job. I'm exhausted but loving the way things have worked out.
Salesman!
 I forgot how much I still love Pee Wee Herman until I watched some episodes of Pee Wee's Playhouse and the movie Pee Wee's Big Adventure this weekend with Whe and her kids. Her 5-year-old daughter and 9-year-old son seem to enjoy Pee Wee as much as Whe and I did when we were in our 20s (we've obviously always been very mature) and it was truly a joy to share something we loved 20 years ago with a whole new generation who appreciate him. Pee Wee's charm transends decades and I still think it's tragic that such a bright career came to such a crashing end just because Paul Reubens made that stupid mistake in a movie theatre so many years ago.
A Happy Memory
On the weekend, I was over at Whe's and heard the song "Hot Child in the City." It reminded me of the song I used to sing to torment my younger sister when we were kids. Hot child in the smugly Running wild, looking ugly Whe asked me what the fuck a smugly is and I really don't know. All I know is that ridiculous parody song was a highly effective form of torture against my younger sister. Labels: torture
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