A little more than two months from the wedding and I am tired of it. It's all I spend my free time doing. Frankly, there are a lot of other things I'd rather be doing.
But it's crunch time and I need to get moving. Still need a cake, a photographer, invitations (they're being designed), playlists for when the band's not playing at the reception. Also need wedding rings, vows, pre-marital counseling, etc.
The music aspect of the reception has me plowing through old and new stuff. I want dance music and I like hip-hop but the lyrics just won't cut it at a wedding. I've never really thought about how inappropriate most rap songs are. They're either cursing or abusing women or cursing. Same goes for my favorite Mexican rock-rap act, Molotov. Lyrics about having sex with people's sisters or admiring women's breasts are too tacky for a family event. My in-laws are not Latino and I certainly don't want to feed into some vulgar stereotype. I can hear it now, "What does 'chi-chi' mean?"
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Screwed
A woman has been hired full-time to our team. This is her first job out of college. She got the best shift available.
My request to switch out of my Tuesday-Saturday shift was denied. I am bitter. I know where I stand with my boss now so my only course of action is to begin sending out resumes again.
I feel much like my sister who had seniority at her job as a high school counselor and was demoted to the classroom in favor of worse paid, less experienced counselors. Hard work is not rewarded in our professions, it seems.
My request to switch out of my Tuesday-Saturday shift was denied. I am bitter. I know where I stand with my boss now so my only course of action is to begin sending out resumes again.
I feel much like my sister who had seniority at her job as a high school counselor and was demoted to the classroom in favor of worse paid, less experienced counselors. Hard work is not rewarded in our professions, it seems.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
July 6th, 2010
My Fourth of July weekend is finally coming to an end. Since I work Tues-Sat, my three day weekend doesn't start until Sunday and I have Tuesday off. It really feels like forever even though I worked Saturday and had to deal with work stuff Saturday night too.
Great weekend. It's the first 4th in a long time that I wasn't running around fighting traffic down at the beach. I'm usually in Manhattan Beach or Venice where an acquaintance of mine is part of a block party every year. No one told me about the party this year so I accepted an invite to a friend's pool party within walking distance of my house. That was the right plan. Chris and I walked over, ate lots of food, took tequila shots, watched the neighborhood light up, ate more food and walked home at maybe 10pm? The idea was to get to sleep at a decent hour but my neighbors' fireworks kept that from happening. I thought about calling to police to get them to stop. Yes, I was willing to be a party pooper because honestly, I don't think people should be setting fireworks off all night long. A couple hours, sure, but all night? No.
We slept in Monday and went over to Chris' mom's house so he could help her with some things. She keeps asking about the wedding and I don't have much to tell her about it. We're not registered yet, we haven't sent out invites, etc. She's from the South too, so my lack of tradition has got to frustrate her to some degree.
We had lunch with Chris' roommate at Don Antonio's on the Westside and then went to the mall to pick up a present for Chris' dad before hitting the 4:20 show of "Get Him to the Greek." Oh my god. The mall was swarmed! Not a parking space in sight. We aborted mission, ended up at the Westside Pavillion to regroup, and decided to park at the park in Rancho Park and walk over to Century City to see the movie. It was either that or get super frustrated trying to find parking at the mall. It was a nice day. The walk was nice.
"Get Him to the Greek" was fun. My expectations weren't that high, which helped, but it was funny and edgier than I expected. My only complaint is Jonah Hill as a leading man. He's too fat to be a leading man. Fat guys can be funny or character actors but they are not good straight men. I just didn't buy that he was married to a cute, hard-working med student. There's a threesome scene and the last thing I wasn't to see was him making out. Ewwww.
Our evening ended with a couple of episodes of "Deadwood." Perfect.
Today I slept in and took a long bike ride on the South Bay bike path. Watched Uruguay lose to Holland in the World Cup semifinals, went to the Manhattan Beach farmers market with my sister and brother-in-law, stopped at Trader Joe's and then holed up at home. Watched "The Reader" today. It was okay. Kate Winslet was solid as usual and of course she wins an Oscar in a role where she's naked a lot. Halle Berry was naked in "Monster's Ball." It helps.
Emmy nominations come out Thursday morning which means I'm at the office by 5:15am. The good thing is that unlike with my last job where I was on my own, lots of people work at that horrid hour at The Hollywood Reporter.
Two people on my team gave notice last week. They're scrambling to hire one of our temps full-time now. I told my boss that the new hire should get my Tues-Sat schedule since I have seniority and should get the Mon-Fri shift. He didn't sound convinced. If he doesn't go for it, I'd better brush off the 'ol resume and get to it.
Great weekend. It's the first 4th in a long time that I wasn't running around fighting traffic down at the beach. I'm usually in Manhattan Beach or Venice where an acquaintance of mine is part of a block party every year. No one told me about the party this year so I accepted an invite to a friend's pool party within walking distance of my house. That was the right plan. Chris and I walked over, ate lots of food, took tequila shots, watched the neighborhood light up, ate more food and walked home at maybe 10pm? The idea was to get to sleep at a decent hour but my neighbors' fireworks kept that from happening. I thought about calling to police to get them to stop. Yes, I was willing to be a party pooper because honestly, I don't think people should be setting fireworks off all night long. A couple hours, sure, but all night? No.
We slept in Monday and went over to Chris' mom's house so he could help her with some things. She keeps asking about the wedding and I don't have much to tell her about it. We're not registered yet, we haven't sent out invites, etc. She's from the South too, so my lack of tradition has got to frustrate her to some degree.
We had lunch with Chris' roommate at Don Antonio's on the Westside and then went to the mall to pick up a present for Chris' dad before hitting the 4:20 show of "Get Him to the Greek." Oh my god. The mall was swarmed! Not a parking space in sight. We aborted mission, ended up at the Westside Pavillion to regroup, and decided to park at the park in Rancho Park and walk over to Century City to see the movie. It was either that or get super frustrated trying to find parking at the mall. It was a nice day. The walk was nice.
"Get Him to the Greek" was fun. My expectations weren't that high, which helped, but it was funny and edgier than I expected. My only complaint is Jonah Hill as a leading man. He's too fat to be a leading man. Fat guys can be funny or character actors but they are not good straight men. I just didn't buy that he was married to a cute, hard-working med student. There's a threesome scene and the last thing I wasn't to see was him making out. Ewwww.
Our evening ended with a couple of episodes of "Deadwood." Perfect.
Today I slept in and took a long bike ride on the South Bay bike path. Watched Uruguay lose to Holland in the World Cup semifinals, went to the Manhattan Beach farmers market with my sister and brother-in-law, stopped at Trader Joe's and then holed up at home. Watched "The Reader" today. It was okay. Kate Winslet was solid as usual and of course she wins an Oscar in a role where she's naked a lot. Halle Berry was naked in "Monster's Ball." It helps.
Emmy nominations come out Thursday morning which means I'm at the office by 5:15am. The good thing is that unlike with my last job where I was on my own, lots of people work at that horrid hour at The Hollywood Reporter.
Two people on my team gave notice last week. They're scrambling to hire one of our temps full-time now. I told my boss that the new hire should get my Tues-Sat schedule since I have seniority and should get the Mon-Fri shift. He didn't sound convinced. If he doesn't go for it, I'd better brush off the 'ol resume and get to it.
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