Being Right

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is the best feeling. Especially when it was being right about important September yielding quasi-life changing events.  Had I only known I was going to have to wait until this month, I may have a had a much more carefree summer.

I managed to get both jobs I interviewed for recently which is great because they’re actually “career starter” jobs — that I’m getting paid for! Despite the length of my resume, this is the frist time I can actually say that my career has started. Three years after I expected. Which is why I always tell Justine that I “want to be her when I grow up,”  even though I’m a few months older than her, I take her life and add about three years 🙂

Back to the job. I’m starting next week at WBIG 1280AM as the 10am-1pm Radio Shopping Show host. It’s still part-time, and not financing any big purchases, but as I’ve told my friends and family. I could’ve started my career in a little town in southern Illinois or the middle of Indiana, working nights and weekends behind the scenes. Instead I get to work from 10-1 Monday-Friday, leaving my ample time to be a bridesmaid in three upcoming weddings and enjoy my friends and family – plus, work football season at Westwood. Mondays get a lot better in the fall.

Interesting timeline fact for today – September 14, 2011 is the afternoon I arrived in LA to my “new home” as my in-car GPS called it.

Although I’ll take September as a good month for me, I would appreciate if other months got on the bandwagon. Hear that October?

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The treadmill turned off on me while I was running

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Which freaked me out, but pushed me to the elliptical to work on my script, so I guess it was meant to be.

This has been elliptical week because that’s the best way for me to try to memorize this thing. I mean, I’m sure I look like a weirdo bouncing on the machine repeating sentences to myself, out loud, but it’s kind of like the chewing gum while you study theory, right? Move around while you’re memorizing and your brain will work harder? Something like that. Which is also why I took a step class yesterday, to get this giant head working again. I mentioned before that I’m feeling dumber lately, due to my lack of things to do, so I decided to go to my least favorite workout class, step aerobics, to strengthen my brain.

You see, similarly to why I don’t like to drive, I hate step class because I get distracted easily and fall off the step. It’s embarrassing. Almost every time I go to a class I think I’m getting really good and all the sudden the teacher says right and I go left and kaplowie, emphasis on the “owie.” I figured if I blended the step class with memorizing the script my brain can get back to nerd status faster and I’ll feel more confident by Monday.

Turns out I needed my biggest motivator to succeed – fear. I know, I know, fear is not a good motivator. Well, actually it’s a fantastic motivator, kind of like the whole fight or flight theory, but it’s a terrible motivator in the moral sense. There are about a million reasons why you should work hard or try or just do something other than fear, but for me it’s just so darn good and getting me in gear that I have a problem looking for a different reason. The feat this time is the meanest woman in the world – the fitness instructor. She’s like Jillian Michaels mixed with an evil rabbit that has fake boobs and botox. And an Australian actress. Every time I go to one of her classes, she yells, and I mean YELLS at someone. Generally her intentions are good, she mentions wanting you to get the most out of class, stay injury free and be careful of others. Um, but she chased an old lady out of the room yesterday.

For me, though the possibility of embarrassment, especially in front of woman who are twice my age and in better shape was enough for me to make it through the class fall-free! Woo! I did notice about seven new bruises on my legs today, but that was probably just due to my muscles trying so hard not to fall. Good job calves, I always knew you were there for a reason.

Next up – more elliptical through the weekend before the big deal Monday, plus it’s the last day of my gym membership, so good-bye Aussie rabbit and hello new gym stories.

I don’t wanna do it, so I do EVERYTHING else

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I am the self-appointed queen of productive procrastination.

For about the last 20 years, I have managed to get a lot of different things accomplished because of the face that I’m putting something else off. Usually what I need to get done is scary, gross, terrible, messy, time-consuming or boring, this time it’s nerve-wracking. I have to memorize 7 pages of 12pt type (single spaced) by Monday and I’m freaking out.

There’s a reason why I’m not an actress and aside from the lack of bone structure and daily case of the giggles, and it’s because memorization scares me. You might wonder, but Michelle, aren’t you trying to be a TV personality? Yes, I am. But tell me when was the last time Kelly Ripa, Rachael Ray or Joy Behar had to memorize a 20 minute speech? Thank you teleprompters, notecards and the awesomeness that is ad-libbing.

Even when I was in school and had to give speeches, I never memorized them I would just write an outline and wing it. Hence the reason I believe I have a talent for talking. I did pretty well in school so I think it worked. The last time I had to memorize anything was my Miss Septemberfest speech and it was about me, so I kinda knew all of the details.

So I spent an hour typing the script up last night and today took the first part and went over and over it on the elliptical, but I need to figure out other things to do, so any suggestions are appreciated! Five days people.

The silver lining – the productivity in my procrastination! First I treated myself to a pedicure. Treated might be a bit of a stretch though, it was one of the crappiest pedicures I’ve ever gotten, no injuries or anything but it was only about 10 minutes and it wasn’t very relaxing. However, when you have the same nail polish on your toes for over two months, a super crappy pedicure still beats nothing.

I also cleaned my room and ran the dishwasher/did the dishes yesterday, caught up with all of my blog posts, edited my sweet talk and am ready to do the next one, went to Target, and the bank, took out all of the garbage and cleaned the inside of my car. And today I’m getting an oil change and will probably take an hour-long walk before the sun goes down. So at least sometime is getting done, but really this script is pretty important in the sense that I’m not officially employed until I memorize it. Eek. Help.

I got a job, we had a meeting at Starbucks, my hair smells like coffee.

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I’ve been a little MIA because, well, my brain feels very MIA.

I hope it comes back soon though, I’m a little lost without it. I did however, manage to become employed last week. I will be selling knives in stores, which sounds pretty much exactly like it is, which leaves me happy that someone hired me, it was a series of interviews/call backs, which made me feel good about myself, but it’s still a sales position which sucks. The good thing is that it involves memorizing scripts and speaking in front of a live crowd. Even though I’m not an actress, I do need to master these skills. Plus, if you know me at all you know I won’t have to fake my excitement of cutting tomatoes for the demo. I kinda love knives and I super love tomatoes.

What I don’t love is that I have to drive to different locations and will have to be less flexible on my holiday travel plans, hopefully I can manage to balance the two, since this is the best time to work in retail/sales, but I’m way to homesick to stay here throughout the next full nine weeks. Yup, nine week til Christmas.

The smell of my hair makes me believe this new job is better than working at Starbucks, cuz I don’t like the smell. Also, I’ve been drinking Rockstars for over a week, I flaked on trying to switch to coffee. I fell asleep by 9 pm twice in a row and felt like a tiny chipmunk was hitting a gong in my brain both afternoons. Maybe I can try again when I’m 25.

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