In an interesting turn of events, today was actually a good day. A somewhat productive day.

How do I know this? I just realized that it’s 5:35 p.m. (I think that’s like 3:19 a.m. Friday morning in Central Time… I’m getting better at this) and I’m just thinking about the blog for the first time today. Normally, I think about it each day as I’m doing whatever “freelance” stuff I have to do, but today, I’ve been cruising.

I think maybe I was motivated. From the sounds of it, or is it from the reads of it since I saw this on Facebook, one of our former students finally got off his ass and landed a job. Good for him, but now it puts the pressure on me since I 1) have experience in the work force, 2) don’t suck and 3) am in a rather large city with a quite large number of job openings.

It made me think about the poker tourney I was watching the other night. It was a new one I hadn’t seen before with an interesting concept. They had a Regular Joe, some dillwad from BFE, Whereever, who won an on-line tournament. His prize was to come on this show and take on a pro. So Joe Dillwad gets there and there are two pros. He has to pick one to play against and then the other one got to sit in back and was mic’d so J.D. could here him. There was a video screen behind Joey D. and it had the pro on there for viewers to see him too. The one in back was Daniel Negraneau and the one Mr. Dillwad was playing was Chris Moneymaker.

(Sidenote: Negraneau, or however the hell you spell his name, is my favorite poker player. I’m a big Mizrahi fan and I really like Mike Matusow as well, but Negraneau is who I’d want to play me when they make a movie of my life)

So anyway, it was cool that the guy got to play one but get help from the other. Maybe everyone should have someone like that whispering in their ear on how to do what and when. You know, just in general everyday life.

Sure, it’d be a little spooky at first. It’d be like being a porn star where you’re always being told, you know, do this and put that there and hold them and, well, you get the picture. Not that I’d know anything about what a porn star hears while on the set or anything. Nah.

But once you get over the Big Brother effect, it’d be nice to have a person who knows more to guide you. I mean, I get a little nervous thinking about buying another house someday. And what to say on a job interview, were I ever to get another one. Oh, and at the store. The fucking milk thing again.

I went while sugar mama was out of town this week and messed it up again. I couldn’t remember the color (I still want red but I know that’s not it). It would have been nice to have little someone telling me the right answer when I was standing in the cooler door for like three minutes at Publix on Wednesday.

Then I wouldn’t have been wrong and sugar mama wouldn’t have made fun of me… again. “We get fat free. You didn’t fat free and you couldn’t even completely screw it up by getting 2 percent.  No, instead you screwed up halfway, which may be worse because you went right between and got lowfat.” Yup. I know she’s just giving me shit, but still, that’s what I have to put up with. Over fucking milk.

Damn. Where’s that little guy when you need him?

Correction: I’m going to drop an editorial correction here. I’m a huge fan of Negraneau but I wouldn’t want him to play me in the movie of my life. It’s got to be Jeremy Piven. Now that I’m watching Entourage (I just finished season 3), I love Ari Gold and the fact this is the same guy who did PCU just makes him a perfect match for my life.