Saturday, April 25, 2009

Ditto


This is Ditto... My Aunt and Uncle's dog. Ditto is currently having some intestinal issues (it's pooch exit the body). The aunt and uncle had plans to go on a ride this weekend up to Laughlin (have you been?? I recommend you don't. Highly boring, and too much sequenced old ladies. Spend the extra money and go to Vegas...however I do have a good Laughlin story) and I was asked to stay last night for meds and in case exit the body did occur, Oma would never know Ditto was having issues (she's deaf remember, and even more so when she's sleeping). I'm such a good niece....so I came after work last night (usually I'm here Saturday nights anyways).

When I went to give Ditto her meds- she clamped her mouth shut, and to pry the jaws open took an act of god. Once finally open, I tossed in pill #1 and then she starts foaming at the mouth and projecting saliva with hard huffs through any tiny crevasse between her teeth. I loose my grip and the disintegrating pill flies out of her mouth. It took about 5 minutes for the pill to be remotely swallowed. Then I had to get pill #2, and the same thing occurs only this time she's so lubed up, I can barely grip her mouth to open and shove the pill in there and clamp it shut while she foams/huffs, and projects saliva. (Some of you may be thinking that I should have covered the pills in something so she would take them- the vet has her a bland diet and she wasn't supposed to eat anything yesterday, just water, so that means no turning the pill into a treat.)

I had no idea that a dog could spontaneously create so much saliva. The hands were beyond slimed, the floor was slimed... everything was slimed that was in a three-foot radius of the pill giving. It was fun.

Friday, April 24, 2009

One of those days...

Yesterday was one of those special days....a day you just hoped would last forever and ever and ever.

Had a lovely townhall type meeting with Mr Penetrating Big Wig. This was just a lovely little FYI meeting about how the drug market is changing with big name brand drugs going to generics soon, blah, blah, blah. Again, he kept wanting to penetrate the market, and the services my company provides will greatly help with deep penetration. And the generics will be penetrating too. He had a slide up in his presentation (haha, I almost typed penetration) with the title "Generics see a bright future ahead due to increase oral growth" of something of that sort. What my brain comprehended at first glance was "Geriatrics see bright future ahead due to increase growth". My first thought was "what the hell does geriatric oral sex have to due with our penetrating markets??? (my brain does this frequently....the misread things...In college we would get a month HBO guide, and my freshman year I read "Ho Be Gone" so from point forward the guide was referred to as "Ho Be Gone Guide") But then the brain kicked over and saw Generics... My brain must have been in the gutter with all the penetrating talk.

Mr Penetrating Big Wig was also singing praises about how great we are doing this year with some big contracts and the great work we are putting out. Mr PBW has some serious balls seeing that HALF THE FUCKING PEOPLE IN THE ROOM ARE GETTING FIRED!!!!! Mr PBW- Fuck you buddy.

Anyways.....

Meanie had a beef with KIA yesterday to...and pretty much sent her a lovely email (very professional) saying pretty much that KIA sucks, takes credit where credit is not due, and some other key KIA points. KIA got this lovely email first thing when she walked in this morning. Meanie made her cry. Haha!!!

And on the KIA outfit front- we've been tallying now for almost 2 months- the trending is fabulous. I'll take a picture of the tallies. KIA has a couple of weeks where she wore nothing but the same 3 (she added a navy one in the repertoire) shirts and she has a pair of jeans that she wore 3 days in a row a couple of times too. Nasty.

So, that was my Thursday... And to confirm it wasn't only 'one of those days for me' it was also one of those days for Ms M too. She called me up and said "Make yourself a drink, because I'm not drinking alone." She didn't have to ask twice (hello vodka and grapefruit). She had some trails and tribulations with the kid...gotta love toddlers.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love vodka?

Rock out, covered in vodka.


***I found the quote from Mr PBW "Generics enjoy a bright future driven by oral solid growth". In case you were curious or cared!***

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

If I whisper your name, you should be afraid

(whisper softly) Tuuuuuuuuuuschka......Tuuuuuuschka.....Tuschka, Tuschka, Tuschka!!!!!
Today TUSCHKA IS THIRTY!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TUSCHKA!!!! You are OLD!!! But I love you anyways. I'm unconditional like that. Plus, I don't have the energy to train a replacement.
There are 2 instances with Tuschka where the story always begins with my whispering....."Tuschka???" First we had the bomb scare. The second story, is equally amusing and occurred while sober.

Please, let's flashback to our senior year in college......

So Tuschka's younger sister (G) and her sister's friend wanted to see Bush. Actually, G's friend was obsessed with Gavin Rossdale, and wanted to go, and G was to go with. The concert was at UICU, and since they were 16 (or 15) at the time, they needed chaperones. Queue the older college sister and her roommate. Tuschka and I agree to go with, and even sweeter yet, G's friend was going to pay for our concert tickets!! WOO HOO.

As the concert got closer, there was some concern from the parentals about the girls being chaperoned in a college town by college students (and I UIUC connections with Weeny being there and some other close friends). So G's friend's Mom and Tuschka and G's Dad decided they are going to drive everyone, pay for 2 hotel rooms (me, Tuschka, and Dad in one; G, friend, and mom in the other), and then Tuschka and I would actually attend the concert while Mom and Dad went to a casino.

Off to the concert we go. It rocked, we sang, we danced. Gavin walked into the crowd, was probably 5 rows from us. G's friend touched him. It was a miraculous evening. We go back to the hotel, it's late, the parentals are back. I decide I'm going to hop in the shower before bed since I'm all hot and sweaty.

In the shower, I cleanse and wash my hair. My hair feels kinda nasty, so I decide I'm going to put conditioner in it. It feels nastier. I was going to add more conditioner, and when I picked up the bottle, I noticed that it was conditioner...it was LOTION. So I wash my hair like three more times.

When I get out of the bathroom, I whisper (assuming Tuschka's dad's asleep)

Me: Tuschka?????
T (whispering back): What??
Me: I just put lotion in my hair!
Tuschka's dad (with a mild Chicago/Italian accent): Why'd you fucking put lotion in your hair????
Hilarious laughter ensues. And I say that I thought it was conditioner, blah, blah, blah.

The rest of the night...Tuschka and I were in fits of giggles, laughing about anything and everything. And the most common thing repeated??? "Tuschka, I just put lotion in my hair!!" We'd convulse, stop breathing, have fits.... all night long. I have no clue how Tushcka's dad slept that night, because God knows, we weren't sleeping.

I have the feeling that whenever I whisper Tuschka's name....there has to be some slight apprehension of what's about to come out of my mouth. Granted now it's only a bomb or lotion...but who knows what's to come.

So, Tuschka, my dear Jewish goddess, princess, sister... Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday!!


I love ya!!

Rock out with your birthday cock out.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

I'm Fronting Again...

Oh....where to begin. Nothing big is going on, but there are many subtle things to report. Let's get this party started.

Work Front

So our little Indian friends are here. That first day, two weeks ago, looked like a black suited Indian invasion. Everywhere I looked was an Indian guy in a black suit looking slightly dazed and confused. Two weeks in, the D&C look is gone, and now we are trying to teach them everything and anything about the job...in six weeks. There are two aspects of my team at work, and we have 2 guys we are training- on EVERYTHING (well each guy is learning one respective function). I'm sure in six weeks they'll have all the 'technical' stuff down, but the background knowledge...not so much. But guess what??? (chicken butt) It's not my problem!!! HA!!


Tourettes and I are doing the training for our functioning half. Tourettes does thing when she talks to foreigners... she talks loud and without prepositions. Because missing a small preposition is really, really going to bridge the language barrier. Yesterday, my "Little Indian Friend" (aka LIF), was training with Tourettes and here's some of the conversation:


Situation #1- getting headsets so LIF can hear our calls-

T: So you get head phone and plug here. Then you hear what I say.
LIF: Okay, but I don't think the adapter that I have is compatible with the Platonics box. I thought Supervisor-J was going to order a new device or splitter for us.
T: Oh....plug does not fit in box? I talk to Supervisor-J. You need hear calls.
LIF: I know. The calls would be most important for me to listen to.

Situation #2- getting technical working a file/report-

T: So now you assign new identifier to new outlet. Do you know why we make new identifier?
LIF: Blah, blah, blah- provided answer in normal English.
T: Goooooooood. You seem understand process.
T: Now how you work next record?
LIF: Blah, blah, blah- provided answer in normal English.
T: Gooooooooood. You seem understand process.


I talked to Super-J and asked if she noticed that Tourettes talks to LIF like he's an idiot and doesn't know how to speak English, similar to her Puerto Rico calls (she can't speak Spanish, and talks in loud English with no prepositions with those folks too). Super-J is aware- we laugh about it in her cube, roll our eyes. What can we do?? Tourettes, probably thinks she's being helpful, when really, she sounds ignorant.

A funny little interaction with LIF and myself. After working with him for a bit his first Thursday, after lunch he asks me about the pictures all over my desk. I explain briefly that it's just an actor from Hollywood and I have a slight crush on him. LIF doesn't fully understand and asks if he is a "friend" or "a romantic interest". Now I laugh. I go into detail about the book/movie character crush thing. He laughs, apologizes and said he's never heard of Twilight, and all that jazz. Friday, LIF is with me all day. He asks how I can work with all these pictures on my computer, mouse, by the keyboard...I told him it was distracting at first, but now I can work and gaze all day and I'm not distracted by the pictures anymore. Then on Monday, LIF comes to my desk in the morning and said that he was at WalMart over the weekend and he saw my friend there and the movie. He was very excited. He said that they have a lot of pictures, and shirts, and items to buy with his picture. LOL!!!! It was very humorous.

Also, thanks to all the training. I've done more work in 2 days the I normally do in the entire week. And of those 2 days, I was at jury duty for 5.5 hours. It's seriously cramping into my fun/play time at work...having to actually, you know, WORK.


Bobo and Music

I've been busy with my crack dealer, and have been buy CDs like there's no tomorrow. I wanted to share some of my new finds with Bobo (the self entitled music god). I hit a land mind with one album.... The Decemberists: Hazards of Love. Sweet Jesus, I had an auditory orgasm when I first listened to this gem. It's a concept album, lyrics are literary, it's truly amazing. The Bobo actually agreed with me. I also just received yesterday in the mail, three more Decemberists' albums. Cannot wait to listen!!!

AND when Bobo met us for dinner last night, he saw some guy getting head in the parking lot. Haha!!


Death Penalty

I was having a conversation with mom about the relief I had to be dismissed from jury duty, and the odd feeling I had when I saw this kid in courtroom and it was partly my choice to say "yeah, I think you have to die now." Mom's response, "Oh don't worry, by the time they actually get to kill him, he'll be in his 40's. It's not that big of a deal then." So, not what I was expecting.

Yesterday I was talking to Hitler at work, she wanted to know what happened with court and I had failed to inform her earlier in the week. So I reiterated the story and my spiel about telling some kid in his early 20's that he needs to die. Hitler's response, "They'll kill him when he's 40, who cares then?"

Deja vu.

Hitler is definitely living up to her nickname, and apparently I'm the only one that has any guilt/conscious/feelings for people.


Harper's Island

Anyone watching it?? It's the fist 2 shows in, and I'm highly intrigued. However, I decided to watch this past episode in real time, instead of watching after I've DVR'd it. I spent the first 20 minutes convulsing from pop outs and the last half watching it through my fingers. It's good stuff.... But I have no intentions of watching it real time, ever again.


Rough Morning

This morning at 530am some assholes decided it was a great time for a swim, and loudly jumped into the pool. The jumping (and subsequent hooting/hollering) then prompted Jaeger to bark his ever loving head off. I was slightly pissed. I mean- it's five fucking thirty in the morning....on a Saturday!!! I concede to the noise and get out of bed. Around 6am, I'm bored and decide that I'll watch Twilight. That will make the morning better....a little Edward action. I set everything up to find out I HAVE NO FUCKING SOUND!!!! The dvd player is hooked up through my receiver....my receiver was working yesterday... I have NO FUCKING SOUND THIS MORNING!!!!! Granted I can repeat the movie, practically verbatim, but that's besides the point!! GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Then a little later on in the morning, I'm flipping through the channels and stop on an HBO that's playing Pay It Forward. It's the last 10 minutes, I'll just watch the end, after all I haven't seen it since college. I wind up SOBBING LIKE A FUCKING BABY!!! Not just casual tears, but big ol' boo hoo sobs. Yes, I know the last 10 minutes of the movie is a killer, but I figured it's the end and I have no emotion investment...I'll be okay. I was wrong. So I text Tuschka about the sobbing. She reprimands me slightly, saying that I should know better. And I should.

It was a rough way to start the Saturday. Let me tell you.


Candy

My aunt found some candy for me....


Isn't that great??? The hearts say "Lamb" "Dazzle" "I heart EC" "Bite Me". The candy will be proudly displayed at my desk at work. And I have no intention of eating them.

Reamer

I was at the Marshalls with Oma today and saw this citrus ream, that weighed about 3 pounds and was probably 3 inches in diameter.


When I first saw it... I didn't see a citrus reamer, exactly, but rather a whole different type of reamer. So I took a picture of it and sent it to PPE. A bit later I was told by TWAH (via PPE) to "get my head out of the gutter and back in his lap, where it belongs". Hahahaha!!!!

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I think that is all my fronts for the moment. Going over to Hitler's tonight to hang out, Ava's chaperoning the prom, so it will be a girls night in.

Monday, April 13, 2009

I'm Still Civicly Inclined

I was blessed last Wednesday to be called back to jury duty for round number 3 in the selection for the 16 week murder trial. I thought my love for the death penalty was going to knock me out of the running. Evidently I was wrong.

Work was less than thrilled. I was told I would be getting a letter from HR requesting I be dismissed due to my job being eliminated and it's a critical time in the company with the off shore project and the transfer of knowledge process currently underway. Blah, blah, blah. Essentially I'm not good enough to keep around permanently but there was a whole bunch of concern about losing me temporarily for trial. All I got today from my sup and the big sup was "I hope you get selected....I hope you don't get selected."

Got to court waited around a bit...well more than a bit...waited a lot. There was a paralegal that made the jury cut that was saying- if there's only 14 people in the room that this is probably the final jury wanted unless there's dismissal... 12 jurors and 2 alternates. And she kept talking about the jury process. A couple of us tried to tell her they have 3 days of screening before the actual selection is made. When we were talking about our juror numbers all of in there were practically in numerical order 1-18 minus a couple of people. (I was number 9)

We eventually got into the court room. Judge asked us a bunch of questions that weren't initially on the questionnaire. There were answers by the appropriate people. The the prosecutor hops up and starts talking on and on about the death penalty and to ensure that there is no doubt that we would be able to issue the death penalty if we find the guy on trial guilty. Honestly I never thought about actually saying guilty/death penalty for a real person. And seeing the guy on trial... he looked so young. He had to be in his early 20's meaning he probably committed the crime when he was just 17/18 making him 22/23. And I had a pit in my stomach. Could I really say 'death penalty' to a someone so young- who made a horrible and stupid mistake. He needs to be punished for committing murder...but the thought of death is something totally different.

Anyways-eventually they asked the questions about hardships with the trial for 16 weeks and raised my juror number explain that due to my job being eliminated and training occurring for the offshore project, my employee is requesting I be excused and gave them the letter. The lawyers and judges chatted and I was dismissed.

I'm happy I don't have to have the weight of someone else's life on my shoulders. I don't think I want that responsibility. If it was someone that fit the prototype of a monster- yes, but in this situation, I don't want anything to do with it.

Peace out.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

My Jewish Anniversary

I’m faux Jew, and celebrating my 11th year as a faux Jew. It is something that occurred a while back in college during Passover.

Tuschka is my faux Jewish Sister/Goddess/Princess. She was having a bad day and I was hanging out with her. To cheer her up, I thought I’d send her an e-card, something fun and uplifting. I went to Blue Mountain to see what they had for Easter and all the cards were blah. Then I noticed that we were in Passover and found a game card to find the halva. I sent it to Tuschka, wishing her a Happy Passover. I was with her when she got the got the card and we both started laughing.

From there, the Jewish thing kind of went crazy. Birthday’s get a Bar Mitzvah card, we send each other Hanukkah cards, and Passover always holds a special place in our hearts. We gave ourselves “Jewish” names, Tuschka for her (duh) and I became Lashka. Even one Hanukah we gave each other the same Hanukkah Bear that played the driedle song.

My lovely GBFF has said I’m the most Jewish non-Jew he knows, and I’m more aware of holidays and events then some of his fellow Jewish friends. I like being invited to his Jewish functions because I have fun and I learn more about my faux self.

So, this post is dedicated to my fellow faux on our 11th anniversary. Happy Passover to my Jewish sister/goddess/princess Tuschka!!

Rock out, circumcised.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Cultural Awareness, a Public Service Announcement

Yesterday my glorious employers felt it was important to have a two hour training on cultural awareness for the incoming replacements that we need to train and ship our jobs off to India. Needless to say the atmosphere in the room was invigorating, everyone exciting for the up coming weeks where our replacements come to us in waves and we start to realize that yes, indeed, we are losing our jobs.

The replacement company has a local office in AZ, and they had their HR manager come to speak to us about the working culture in India and other things we should be aware of as to not offend our guests while they are with us. The first hour of the training we learned the following:

1) The HR person, Bridget, has been with the company for 2 years. Since she was 16 she’s worked in American based companies (join the club, Bridget, most of the people in the room has been working since 16) and now had to immerse herself into a predominantly India working environment. It was a culture shock for her.

2) She is the HR person for 2000 employees and has 2 managers that report to her. She also has 2 bosses herself, one in NJ and one in India that she reports to.

3) The company we are selling out to, essentially, is taking over the world. There was a 3 minute video about everything this company has a piece of and it went like this: wake up to an alarm clock made by The Company, have a cup of tea in the morning that is owned by The Company, receive a phone call on a cell phone manufactured in part by The Company, get in your car made by The Company, drive over a bridge using The Company’s steel, at work using technologies supported/made by The Company, after work go to dinner at a luxury restaurant owned by The Company, charge said luxury dinner on a credit card supported by The Company’s financial section, get home and turn on the lights in your house using The Company’s electric, and finally go to bed setting your alarm clock that was made by The Company.

4) There was a brief snippet regarding some of the Indian culture. We learned that there is 26 regional languages spoken in India, the national language is Hindi, and English is the most common language. Bridget also told a lovely long story about how the weddings can last anywhere for 3-10 days, pending on the family, customs, blah, blah, blah…. She had one of her 2000 employees to come to her regarding his PTO as he was going to go back to India for his wedding and wasn’t sure how much time he had. We learned that for the first 5 years of employment the company gives 10 days of PTO and 15 days for 6 years on. Well, Mr. Groom only had 5 days of PTO, so he had to alter his 10day wedding to fit his 5 days of PTO. And she said to us, “Can you imagine having to cut your wedding short? No full celebrations, skimping out of festivities and not taking a honeymoon???” First off, I know about the lengthy wedding, but what does that have to do with me training my replacement??? NOTHING!! Bridget also explained to us, after the wedding shock, about the various climates in India (north is cold and skiing, south is hot, hot, hot).

5) Bridget also informed us that at her past job she has befriended an Indian. WATCH OUT!! That’s something totally unheard of.

6) Bridget has never been to India. When she started with the company, two years ago, the company offered to send her to India, but she had a baby and her son wasn’t “one years old’ yet, and she passed.

7) Bridget is from Chicago.

8) The biggest shock that Bridget got from working at The Company, is that they have rely more on email the verbal communication. In the past, with her American companies, 2 rounds of emailing would result in a call to resolve. With the India based company, the emails will go on forever. The reason for this is time zone differences, according to Bridget. Uh….yeah, right. Something tells me there’s more going on then time zone with the long email chains, but what do I know, I’m an ignorant American that has never been subjected to other cultures.

Then we took a 5 minute break, before starting our second hour of training. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling more culturally aware by the second. Also, I should note that the “local Indian in the house” who was there to help Bridget and answer questions, got up and LEFT around the marriage talk. He never came back.

Hour numero dos I learned:

1) The Indians that Bridget has been previously working with were Americanized. SHOCK!! With The Company, Bridget realized that fact after being in an environment where 95% of the staff is Indian, and works in the traditional Indian style. So far, all I’ve gotten on the “traditional Indian style” is that they email. A lot.

2) We (the bad Americans losing our jobs) need to look at the people we are training as individuals, not as the culture as a whole. It’s about the individual and seeing the person as an individual. Because when Bridget was applying/interviewing for her HR job (where she has 2000 employees and 2 managers report to her), the company saw her as in individual, and decided to hire locally instead of bringing someone in off shore. They saw her potential. You could tell she was very proud of this.

3) Then we touched on some cultural working styles that actually pertain to us, some Western way of thinking/working VS Indian way of thinking/working. Our concept of team work VS theirs (ours is still individual based, theirs is really more team based); our interaction with supervisors is more casual; they will not say no to a project or extra work; they tend to not be punctual; we see time as linear with deadlines, they see time as more fluid and aren’t deadline focused (unless informed of said deadline). While informing us of these facts, she interjected a couple of “to make a long story short” stories that were long, not short.

4) One of her 2000 employees came to her regarding a promotion. He was “really” stressed out about getting one. Really stressed out. She had a lunch with Indian co-worker and fellow American coworker, and she was talking to them about the stress this guy was under about not being promoted. The Indian said that promotion and title is very important in the Indian culture, and that it is more important that salary. She asked the Indian about people not happy with their salary and she was told that salaries are usually a done deal with minimal discussions, the title is more important. The fellow American then replied with “you can call me what you want, but you’ve gotta pay me” which was what Bridget was thinking but was beaten to the punch.

5) Long story short, long story short. Too many long story shorts to remember all of them.

6) The Indians coming here will adapt to our working styles, but we should be aware of where things might differ. See #3, that’s about as far as we got in the differs.

7) Its about the individual you are working with. See the individual.

8) Long story short.

9) They don’t want to disappoint us, or be a let down. They will do whatever we ask them to do, know questions asked. Well, I think that would be a little hard seeing that we are training them to take over our jobs- we aren’t really going to be working side by side on special projects.

10) Bridget does a news letter every two weeks for her 2000 employees and two managers. She likes to put fun little quizzes in there about American culture: TV, Music, Food, etc. Isn’t that great???

11) Bridget also does a news letter about US safety and security, for the Indians working here or that are going to work here. Time for more “long story shorts”.

12) In India, car seats for infants aren’t used. She was called one Saturday about a husband and wife where here and did some traveling. They went to the Hoover Dam- they got into a car accident. THE BABY FLEW OUT OF THE CAR AND INTO THE DAM AND DIED!!!! *insert loud audience gasp here* WTF??

13) Two individuals were arrested (one in AZ and the other in UT). Both were found innocent of their charges, however they were told they had to go back to India. Their charges had something to do with sexual abuse/assault with a minor. One guy apparently adjusted his pants in the toy section of WalMart, some girl saw it, told her mother he was doing more than that, a year plus later along with lots of money spent on legal fees the judge found him innocent because the video surveillance tape showed there was nothing funky going on. She didn’t mention what the other issue was about, but he too was innocent.

14) Another Saturday call where there was another car accident where three ladies were sitting in the back seat of a car and one needed neck surgery and another was pregnant and needed medical attention.

15) Then she tells us that she hopes we aren’t getting the wrong impression of these people, she hopes she isn’t conveying anything poorly. These are good people, with good hearts that love children (obviously referring back to the sexual assault/abuse with a minor arrest). They don’t want to disappoint us. Coming to America to work is a great honor for them.

At this point in time, there were only five minutes left, and at least 20 slides that we didn’t get to in the presentation. Bridget apologized for running out of time, but wanted to know if we had and questions. What question does one even ask?? We weren’t really told anything. I know how to act appropriately without intentionally offending. However, there might be subtle things, that I’m not aware of that is a big slap in the face and could get me into heaps of trouble. That’s what I need to know. Anyone who knows me knows I like to shock and offend, but this is one time where I need to suppress that urge.

After the meeting the entire team went running into our supervisor’s office to inform her how awful the training was. Then her boss came in to hear about it. Within an hour of the first ‘training’ being done, they cancelled the next 2 trainings. What was another shock was that one of the higher ups, that is heading this transition and training sat in the entire training and didn’t say a word; never interjected when things were getting way off topic, or not even covered at all. She did NOTHING. Pathetic. Simply pathetic.

I don’t know about you, but I feel more educated and accepting of the people coming in and taking my job.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

My civic duty

I got a jury summons a couple of weeks back. Monday I had to call to see if my group had been selected- it was. Yesterday I went to the court house to wait for impending doom.

Guess what????

They were starting a prescreening process for a potential SIXTEEN WEEK TRIAL....HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!! They ask for 'volunteers' and that consists of people that have no real excuse to not partake in the the trial. I said yes when my name was called. (Stupid me wasn't thinking that a job I have lined up from when I blow my current pop stand might start earlier than anticipated- yeah, stupid me....especially if I'm MID TRIAL).

I fill out a 30 page questionnaire answering questions on the death penalty (I say "fry the fuckers'), history in the psychiatric world (worked it), thoughts on substance abusers (no sympathy, can't deal with it, slight PTSD from the social work gig I did), and who do I know that's been arrested and all that jazz. If I get selected, it will be for a drive by shoot 'em up murder from 2004.

I'll find out next week if I get selected for phase 3- narrowing down the 120 people to 40 to have polite conversations with the judge and lawyers.

Um- woo hoo????