i've got mouths to feed!

though my next musings are from exactly a month ago, they still reflect how i am feeling today: SICK of working at the freaking sports tv station.

i guess i have learned nothing from the trials of dooce (the [in]famous mom/blogger who lost her job as a result of blogging about her employer), but i just can't help it. i worked with a woman yesterday who is, by far, the most horrible person i have ever had to apply makeup to, for a myriad of reasons. she was like the anti-nowlze, and (i hope this doesn't sound too snooty) but for that, i feel sorry for her. i guess her mama just never taught her how to treat people well. poor girl.

i shall end my tenure at the sports station and welcome summer in approximately two months time, wherein i will beach it with my girls and all of the pain of sitting in a cold, dark, windowless room while eating crappy food and having some no-talent hack belittle me and treat all of my work friends like crap will have been worth it.


from 3/22: i've got mouths to feed!

for this reason, i am here at CBS college sports network (fka college sports tv). as it is the NCAA tournament, i have worked five days so far this week, and have five more to go before i (maybe) get a day off. i will continue to work for them three to fours days a week for the next month, and perhaps even longer (which would be fine, if i didn't also have photoshoots booked inbetween).

don't feel too sorry for me, though. when i am here at the tv station, of my ten- to sixteen-hour-long days (i am compensated with overtime), maybe an hour of them is actually spent applying makeup. the remaining nine to fifteen are taken up by reading, writing, "doing computer" (as my friend john kale in west virginia likes to say), watching tv, catching up on phone calls, and eating. i must find ways to make better use of my time and i am open to any/all suggestions.

but it's hard on a nowlze. i am tired. towards the end of the night, i want to pull my hair out. i go home and i am kind of mean and i usually cry for a little bit, thinking about having to wake up in the morning and do it all again. as much as i would like to go to bdub's gigs and see my friends, i just don't have one iota of energy left at the end of the night. so sad.