I'm Ready For My Close-Up Mr. DeMille!

I worked my first official shift as a supervisor at my part-time job at a volleyball tournament Friday night. Saturday morning there are more volleyball games so I get to work again at 8:00 AM. The best things about being a supervisor are: I get more hours, I get paid more and I look better in sea foam/teal/aqua than I do in orange and I look fabulous in orange. I feel like I am starting my life all over getting excited about being promoted to assistant manager of the Tinder Box or Kay-Bee Toys or Hickory Farms or something at a mall. Don’t get the wrong impression, I enjoy this job very much - probably close to as much as when I worked at Zanies Comedy Club...I was born to work in the entertainment industry I guess. Those who can entertain those who can’t work for the venue. I need to find a full-time job though. I used to just look for work and keep quiet about it because I guess I was embarrassed about being unemployed for the first time in 30 years but embarrassment fades when you realize that you’re not alone I guess. Does anybody need a blogger?

My 1 hour and 37 minute workout Friday before I went to work was brought to you by Tom Cruise in Minority Report. I did the 20 miles on the bike and the 600 sit-ups again...easier with repetition. Keep moving America. Moving targets are harder to hit.

I heard that golfer Jim Furyk over-slept and missed his tee time and was disqualified from the tournament. I am so paranoid when I have something really important to do that I set two alarm clocks, my i-Pod alarm and my cell phone alarm. Furyk said he set his cellphone alarm and the phone’s battery went dead in the night. He must have had Cosmo Kramer as his back-up plan.

I think pornographic films should be called lotion pictures.

I had some Grape Nuts yesterday and I just put a little hot water on it to soften the nuts and then put Splenda on it. I think I use Splenda rather than Sweet N Low or Equal because I try not to be sexist about my artificial sweetener. I don't want the blue packet and I don't want the pink packet so I go with the yellow packet. It's like decorating the baby's room or buying a baby shower gift before it's born without knowing the gender. Go Yellow!

There was a pick-up truck driving through our neighborhood Thursday night and Friday morning. It had the back-end full of junk like a bicycle and a laundry dryer... I figured out that they were driving the night before and the morning of garbage pick-up either to get scrap or pick through people's garbage so they could have a garage sale or a new bike and dryer. Is that what it's coming to? I think if it happens again next week I will ask them to stay out of our cul-de-sac although they are in and out very quickly.

Hope you have a nice Saturday. If you're bored I know where there's a lot of volleyball and a dude in a sexy sea foam supervisor's shirt. I'll blog you again to wish you a happy Sunday.

** entertainment graphic tap-danced from entertainmentindustrynetwork.com, sweetener photo nutra-stolen from proteinpower.com & sandford and son photo scrapped from tv-intros.com **