The Jigtastic Journal of J. Na Na

I work in human resource, where we guide people through competing new hire payroll paperwork, which requires they provide employment documentation like a driver’s license or social security card.   It endlessly amazes me how many people don’t have the necessary documents because their wallet or purse was stolen.  I mean, we usually have about twenty people each week, and at least one of them has their sob story about having lost their purse.  What are these people doing that they would leave something full of their credit cards, cash, and basically all the pieces of their identity for the taking?  Kinda dumb.

The new season of "Mad TV" was painfully disappointing.  First, they’ve "upgraded" to a new set that’s in a theatre, and either sacrificed keeping some of their key actors on the new digs, or are actually suffering from budget cuts by Fox.  I’ve heard it’s the latter.  I miss the days of Debra Wilson, Mo Collins, Will Sasso, and Alex Borstein.

The Britney "VMA" parody that opened the show didn’t even sound like "Gimme More", and could have been a thousand times funnier.  And they’re either up their own ass or killing time intro’ing all of the skits, like we can’t figure them out for ourselves. 

I couldn’t bear to continue watching it after the "Halo" parody.  I mean, a video game?  Come on.

While my room remained uncleaned and my laundry unwashed, I spent my Sunday watching a marathon of "The Real Housewives of Orange County" about a pack of rich bitches and their spoiled spawn. Those bloody marathons always suck me in, but I have a better idea for a show: corral all those opulent ho’s and their rotten kids, drop ‘em in the Congo, and film them trying to escape. Now THAT would make good TV.

I miss having a lunchbox. Except when it would get all grody and smell of rotten eggs and spoiled milk.

I just had a mimosa lunch with some co-workers, and now I’m re’t ta go home.  Why do we even have to work on Fridays? 

I need to get new earphones.

I want to do something adventurous this weekend.

My nose itches.

I’m going to see "For the Bible Tells Me So" this evening, which I’m quite excited about.  The film "brilliantly reconciles homosexuality and Biblical scripture, and in the process reveals that Church-sanctioned anti-gay bias is based almost solely upon a significant (and often malicious) misinterpretation of the Bible."  Right up my alley.  Unfortunately, because everyone sucks balls, I have to see it all by my lonesome.  Sucks, because I’m sure I’ll want to discuss it afterwards.

I’m imminently glad that Halloween is over so I don’t have to keep hearing that Christ-awful "This is Halloween" song from "The Nightmare Before Christmas".  That movie was playing when I had my first job working at a movie theatre in ‘93, and I heard enough of it then to last me a lifetime.

I wish my life were all wine and roses.