Ok, I admit it. The last few nights we were some of the 30-odd million to tune into American Idol. Feel bad about yourself? Just watch these auditions and these people who honestly believe they are the best singers in the world (but who sound like dying roadkill) and suddenly, you don't feel so low anymore. We sat on the couch and just laughed and laughed and laughed. I mean really. These people have to realize how horrible they are, right? Sadly it seems, no, they don't. Tuesday night (Atlanta) there were two especially horrid contestants from this area of Florida. I felt like looking them up in the phone book and asking them what the hell they were thinking. Realizing then that I'd have to listen to them say how they got gypped and they're the REAL THING I decided to just let them live with their nationally televised shame. Honestly though, the audtions are the best part. I mean it's not like they don't know what they're getting into. There's been two years of the show and it's pretty self-evident that you actually have to be able to sing (go figure) to get on the show. Hell, I have a pretty decent voice, but I'm smart enough to know I'm not the best and that I wouldn't win so I wouldn't go an audition. And if by some freakish sequence of events that I did, I wouldn't expect I was the best there and then get pissed when I was told no. Man...sometimes it's just fun to laugh at people and when they set themselves up for it with their ego and their utter and complete lack of any discernable singing talent, you just don't feel bad doing it.

Tomorrow's my last day here. The nice mortgage lady here (the only normal one) came to talk to me. She's sad I'm leaving. That actually makes me feel better about the situation. It still stinks because this was a good gig - close by, easy, generally nice people - and we were just starting to get a handle on getting caught up with my extra income. As much as I'm looking forward to sleeping in on Monday, I will miss it. The three guys - boss and two mortgage guys - all went out to Sam's Club and Cosco 'cause the boss wants to buy a grill. (Yeah, I don't know either.) Though, it's just proof that it's so slow they don't come anywhere near close to needing a full-time person at this point if the three of them can just up and leave to go shopping. *chuckles*

I think that's about it for now. Can't really think of anything else to blather about at the moment. *yawns*

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 1/22/2004 10:12:56 AM ~ ~