January 27, 2010

I can't get the song, "Under Pressure", out of my head. I've never been been a huge fan of it...probably because Vanilla Ice ruined it by stealing the beat for his "record breaking" Ice Ice Baby, claiming the difference was a mere "tssssss" sound that no one but him seemed to hear. Him and boxed hair cuts shouldn't be allowed in the country...I digress though.

If I was in a 90's sitcom, Under Pressure would be my "I'll Be There For You," and the intro would start with me driving in my Chevy Cobalt with clips of me losing my mind at work intermixed along with me writing ferociously in my blog in my cute sweatpants and perfectly messed up hair. They then would pan to me shopping for stylish clothes and sipping on vodka and tonics with my girlfriends. And just as the end of the intro would come to a close and David Bowie and Freddie Mercury consecutively state, "this is ourselves...unda pressure..." we would all cheers and giggle to one another. Yep, that would be my sitcom.

As I sit here trying to round up things to occupy my time, I feel like my mind is a bit clearer today. For example, since I have a plethora of free time, I made a list of everything I do here at my job to hopefully turn them into powerful bullet points on my page of glory (resume). Step one: Complete.

Step 2: Actually transfer them into my resume tonight and then...watch out inboxes of NYC...I'm coming to get you.