Back when I was still in love.

Sometimes the hardest thing to do in the world is to take a deep breath, suck it up, wish, hope and pray for better days to come.


A big reason for my unhappiness yesterday was that I received the following email:

"The department had an excellent response, and has selected an applicant whose background most closely met the needs of the position. Although you were not selected for this position, we hope you will continue to keep The University of Oklahoma in mind as you consider your career options."

Which translates to: The job you really wanted didn't want you. Didn't even want to interview you. And in fact, couldn't even be bothered to send you a letter. No, no, you get a form e-mail.

The job was perfect for me. It was a position doing media/public relations for OU's art museum, including newsletters, press releases, event planning, etc. See? Like a glove. Well, glove didn't fit, must aqquit.

Pile on a helping of nasty traffic (NO REALLY, what was wrong yesterday?), a hyperactive supervisor, Church's being out of white gravy and you've got me in a foul mood.

I think finding a job that doesn't make you want to face punch is the new American Dream.


Boyfriend's playing his first show with Flood the Sun on Friday night. Represent. Please, all of you. Also, while I can only assume that graphic designer Casey (much like photo student Ken) made the flyer, KUDOS.

Do it again, please.

It is not normal to cry while walking back to your office from your lunch break. Because that's how badly you don't want to be at work, you cry about it. Not normal at all.

It's all downhill from here.

I got talked into working another quince on Saturday. I'm sort of glad I did, it was $130 I didn't have before and overall, the people were okay. Except for these underage thug lifes who showed up wearing jerserys and other thug life accessories, which was Coors Extra offensive because they were related to the girl. I spotted one of them, wristband-less, with a Corona in hand, and before thinking about it, run from behind the bar and yell at him about it.

"Gimme that," says Cat.

"What?" says Thug.

"You're not 21, give me the beer," says Cat.

"No." says Thug.

"Yes." says Cat.

"No." says Thug.

He proceeds to do that super annoying thing where he holds it just out of my reach, like it's a piece of string and I'm a kitten. We circle for a minute, as he increasingly gets more and more upset and more and more in my face. Daniel saw the whole thing and came up to talk to Thug. And while Thug is distracted by Daniel, I rip the beer out of his hand and run off.

SUCCESS. But, now that I look back on it, amazingly retarded. Little Cat doesn't need to be argueing with drunk Thugs. Really, what was I going to do? Hit him with my bottle opener? I think my stealing of the bottle was top game, too. Like, really, let's see how pissed off I can make this man for Daniel to deal with him. Daniel is, by the way, my guardian angel from New Jersey.

Just TRY and underage drink on my watch, Thugs.

Saturday also marked a landmark event: the first time I was mad about having to go to work since the fire. Things must be getting back to normal.

Mythbusters.

Falling coconuts kill 150 people a year.

Operation Desert Storm.

ohai, Dolly!

Hai!


Plan for the day: Enjoy a tasty bowl of soup then storm-romp. And romp, I shall. FEMA recently redrafted a bunch of flood-planes in NM, especially in Rio Rancho. So, it'll be a lot of interesting to see what happens today. Seek higher ground, desert. For pretty much the first time ever.

I applied for a job that would require me to talk about storms a lot. I think I'm one of about 5 people in the world who would actually be excited to do that.

An HBO kind of answer.

I made a most delicious playlist the other night. Like I said, send good music and days off? Well, I got one of those things. You'll guess the theme pretty easily.

1. The Weakerthans: A Plea from a Cat Named Virtue
2. Ben Folds: Carrying Cathy
3. Ziggy Marley: Black Cat
4. Bouncing Souls: Kate is Great
5. Counting Crows: Catapult
6. The Aquabats!: A Cat with Two Heads!
7. The Cure: Lovecats
8. Lucero: Katherine and Me
9. Catherine Feeny: Mr. Blue
10. Elton John: Honky Cat
11. Reggie and the Full Effect: Congratulations Smack and Katy
12. The Sainte Catherines: Get Your Politics Out of my Hair
13. The Julius Airwave: Catherine
14. Catherine Wheel: Black Metallic
15. The Honorary Title: Cats In Heat
16. Bright Eyes: Kathy With A K's Song
17. PJ Harvey: Catherine
18. Jets to Brazil: Cat Heaven
19. The Cat Empire: Two Shoes
20. Bob Seger: Katmandu
21. Ugly Casanova: Cat Faces
22. Cat Power: I Found A Reason
23. David Bowie: Cat People
24. Ben Folds Five: Kate
25. Cat Stevens: Peace Train
26. The Weakerthans: Virtue the Cat Explains Her Departure

So, I'll admit that being named "Catherine" and being called "Cat" makes this assignment super easy and versitle, but I highly suggest using iTunes to search for your name and see what pops up. You'll probably get some stuff you completely forgot about, like Catherine Wheel (and how I could forget about shoe gaze is BEYOND me) and find some stuff you'll really love, like Catherine Feeny or "Black Cat". (Notice the absense of the hardcore band actually named Catherine. That is because they are terrible. The Sainte Catherines are from Quebec!)

So, that's internet assignment for the day #1. Internet assignment for the day #2 is to youtube search "basset hound".

Hard-earned piece of mind.

There are 60 Starbucks locations in New Mexico.

If it makes you feel better (or worse), there are 2,477 in California.