You ever shoot a Russian unicorn?
Thursday, March 21, 2013
A Hot Pockets for 20 cents is a steal any day of the week. Not that I’ve had a Hot Pockets in a long time, maybe since I saw comedian Jim Gaffigan riffing on those things as pop tarts stuffed with nasty meat.
It’s just that Whoviangirl23 was on the verge of talking about glittery pink unicorns in her latest blog, and that sent my mind off on a Russian unicorn tangent, and gave me a pang, thinking of my dear friends Matt and Rene’, who claim this Bad Lip Reading version of a Michael Buble track as ‘their song’, because they’re awesome like that.
If you’ve got 4 and a half minutes to spare, go check this out right now, you won’t be sorry!
To swerve directions a bit, I’m marveling a little bit at my change in fortunes over the past month and change, from being unable to get barely any response to resumes sent to jobs offering modest wages, to getting this opportunity at making a very decent number. Tuesday night, I had dinner with fellow employees of the company I was hired by, including a couple of manager types. One of the latter mentioned how he was presented my name as the person being hired for the position, and having to ask who I was. I told him it was just as funny from my perspective, filling out an application for the company after having already signed an employment agreement.
Yeah, I’m lucky to have landed here, I know that. I feel, in some sense, undeserving. Actually, in a lot of senses. But…while I’m here, might as well make the best of the chance, right? Make an after the fact justification, or something like that, so to speak.