the prophesy fulfilled

If you are one of my myspace 'friends' then you probably already know: I Got A Job! I won't go into too much detail right now but it's with a small firm located in my neighborhood that consults npo's and philanthropists in various managerial and operational issues. Thanks to all of you who put up with me complaining about being broke. We should go to the bar and celebrate!

In other news on the homefront: Beginning this weekend we will be babysitting my 17 year old "establishment-hating" younger brother. And while I'm a little relieved that he isn't 18 (can't drag me along to rage/punk/emo/rock shows full of kids from wilmette mad at their parents) it puts me at a great disadvantage in terms of finding things we can do that we'll all enjoy. I'm fine with museums, but he didn't sound as keen on the idea. Suggestions? Let me know-

part two

I caved and bought a tv last night. It's a 27 inch sharp flatscreen less than three years old: $100. I know, I know, I didn't want to spend that much, but everyone on craigslist wanted to sell me their tv's in a week and a half (why post it, then?). We got the phone call last night and drove to lakeview to pick it up, spending about thirty minutes trying to find a place to park - why I live on the west side. Some young couple in a new condo that xtina and I agreed "do something." We could never be friends with these poeple, and they clearly thought us to be strange. Very little eye contact was made and we were in and out in seconds. We lugged it down the stairs and out to the street (they never offered to help) and soon realized that it was not going to fit in the car. This is a much larger television than I thought it would be. After shoving and maneuvering, a spark on my hand and calling andrew for help, we get it in the front seat and drive carefully home. We set it up in the living room - it looks obtrusive - we are now 'tv people.' There is discoloration on the screen. We are upset and saddened - maybe not just for the television, but for the culumative feeling of not being able to do anything without problems. This morning the discoloration was gone. And I was rejected for another job in which I was described as a 'sure thing.' I saw the description. I'm overqualified. They insist I'm 'not a strong candidate.' And so it continues... I've taken a part-time temporary job with a foundation for a disease. The tax return wasn't what we were planning and I should get out of the house anyway.

and now our tv is broken

This morning xtina attempted to turn on the television and the tv was unresponsive. This led me to pace nervously between the living room and kitchen, back and forth - kitchen, living room. After plugging it into several outlets I was able to concede - I'm sorry, she's gone. I never got a chance to say goodbye. Now what will I do for six hours a day? The early morning was spent at various low-end electronics stores. I simply can't spend $150 for a tv that isn't as good as the one I had. I've emailed a dozen people on craigslist with used tv's for sale - then again, we all know my luck with anything craigslist. What's next? A complimenary kick in the groin? I know, it's just a tv - but it's more than that - it's the culmination of many things, the tv just being the most recent. I'm trying to get something together before american idol tonight at seven.

Movies:

Sophie Scholl: the final days: fantastic
The Passenger: not very good
Tideland: terrible