HA!!! I absolutely LOVE Adele....

If you haven't seen this yet, check it out....

http://front.moveon.org/adele-serenades-newt-gingrich-at-the-grammys/#.Tzw_Ts5EGv4.mailto

It's very funny, and even though she's not REALLY singing it, I still got a kick out of it!!

DISCLAIMER:  I have NO CLUE if you like Newt or not, but I mean no offense if you do like him.

So how are you today Stephen?

I am still smiling from listening to your DJ gig...that was actually pretty damned cool.  I know I was like, "Negative Naysayer Nancy" giving you a hard time about doing it, but.....well, the truth of the matter is, sometimes I'm just a pain in the ass.  What else can I say?!  (At least I REALIZE IT).

Ah well, it was very cool, and I think if you ever get a chance to do it again, it would be awesome.  Maybe that's where you should consider your next "career?" I don't know.  It might be tedious to do it every day. It's like one of those things, if you love it, don't do it as a JOB, because you'll really start to hate it.  You know, like my mom told me about her first job...at 16 she was a waitress at a local A&W restaurant, and she was really excited because she absolutely LOVED root beer. The owner allowed employees to drink as much of it as they wanted to, but after one week of that, she suddenly HATED IT, and to this DAY, she can never drink root beer anymore!!

You might have found that out in the music business. You were dyin' to get in for so long, you were dyin' to make it big, and it seems to ME, (someone who is NOT famous), that when you finally DO get in, and DO make it big, suddenly you look around and realize, "this kinda sucks."  AmIRight??  Isn't that what drives successful people to drugs and alcohol abuse, and breakdowns like Brittany Spears? Did you ever have a moment like that, where you suddenly thought, "Wow, is THIS really what it's all about? This BLOWS!"

I had that moment while working at several jobs, actually.  I thought the Museum was awesome, until I started learning about all the political back stabbing and games that are played there by those in power, and how they screw up so many things for people like ME who had to IMPLEMENT their policies.  They were constantly "fixing" things that weren't even BROKEN and didn't NEED "fixing," but ignoring the real problems that DID need fixing, by passing the buck on who makes the final decision. Nobody wanted to stick their necks out to decide anything, for fear that it would come back to bite them in the ass later somehow.

I took a long, hard look around after about 6 months of working there, and thought to myself, "Strange, how this place teaches people that we are all "equal," and should be treated as equal human beings, but they RUN THIS PLACE with a hierarchy of politically motivated, powerful people, who treat the rest of us like DIRT because we are just the front line dealing with the PUBLIC----of all things!!  Can you BELIEVE that, dealing with the PUBLIC, (aka: regular human beings), is such a "low" job on the totem pole at the Holocaust Museum, that we were treated almost like "second class citizens."

Oh yessssss, the irony of that place just killed me.  There were LOTS of ironic things in that place, all the time, and it really just started to gnaw at me that MAYBE I had some grandiose illusion of what it was like, before I worked there...and the reality of it just didn't match up to my expectations.  How can people who treat their coworkers like crap, actually tell others to treat each other with dignity, common courtesy, and help those in need, etc. etc. etc., when they themselves did not bother to practice what they preached??  It was a conundrum that still exists, too.  Apparently, nothing much has changed since I left the place, from what I've been told over the last decade.

Well, anyway, maybe you've dealt with that on a personal level with women who THOUGHT you were someone you're not, or had some grandiose illusion of how you would be, and WHO you were, when the reality may not have been anywhere NEAR the truth.  I mean, you even say that in "Oh Sherri."  So, I guess everybody goes through that on some level.  It's one of those "universal truths" that we all have to go through like some kind of rite of passage or something, to get to a higher level of understanding.

Pete took me out tonight to have chicken wings at a local bar....he had a "Groupon" coupon....but guess what, it was WING NIGHT and there is a HOCKEY GAME going on, so the place was a MOB SCENE.  People were yelling at the top of their lungs at each other, trying to out-shout the next guy, and when a hockey player did something, or didn't, screaming and yelling ensued....it made me a nervous wreck.  I felt like I was going to have a panic attack.  But, I managed to scrape my arm with my fingernail for an hour, just to get through it, so I managed.  I just don't like noisy crowds like that.  It was like I was AT the hockey game, and lemme tell ya, Stephen, Pittsburgh sports fans are INSANE.  I thought a fight would break out around me at any moment, and that makes me wanna RUN out the door. I cannot go to hockey games here anymore, the one I DID go to was too damned scary.

So now it's quiet, I'm home, and I feel more calm now.  My damned arm is kinda scraped up and sore though.  SIGH.  (Some people cut themselves, you know----did you ever see the movie THE SECRETARY?!  It's one of my favorites.....but, just so you know, I'm really not THAT bad like the main female character was.  I am submissive though).

Well, bye for now.

Love, Rebecca