Okay I'll admit it, I crave acceptance. Isn't that pitiful?

I was sure the only person reading my blog was Twinkie. Who else would want to read about how bored I am without a job. Anyway (getting off track again) sMoRTy71 (who cheated and shaved off his devastatingly masculine 'stache) made mention of me in a post to Viva Mustachio. The sad thing is that this small mention has validated my entire existence for the day -- or night depending on where you live.

What day is it anyway?

Of course the fact that others are reading my blog brings up another issue. I got a call from my girl Twinkie the other day.

SIDE BAR: Twinkie is more loved by the masses than I will ever be. This also means that she has more people reading her blog.

She wanted to mention that some of my redneck comments might be read by the rednecks themselves. Seems that Twinkie has a following with the redneck crowd and she was concerned that they might link through to my blog and be offended about certain derogatory (but funny) comments I had made. Needless to say I went back to my blog to edited most of them out. See I am not the bitch many people think I am.

Anyway, I'm mourning the loss of all my great redneck stories. I could write a book about all the bizarre happenings at the old redneck bar. Why do I get such pleasure in being mean?

It's funny some of things you miss about old jobs. I miss staff meetings with the Trivia Geek (who also gets credit for naming my blog.) The geek and I could spend the entire meeting creating humor out of co-workers' flaws or misfortunes. And it just added to our pleasure to watch Jen twitch as we made the meeting run long because of our character assassinations.

It was probably not very professional of me, seeing that I was the boss, but damn it was fun.

Of course that is not all I miss. I miss all of my friends at TR. And I miss the paycheck. That is what I miss most of all, the paycheck. Yeah, I really liked getting a paycheck.