two dolla

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oh, to be a team roper

I read some more of the internet today. I think I’ll have read the whole thing by the time I’m employed again. Today’s topic? Rodeos! And more specifically, the National Finals Rodeo that’s held in Vegas every year. I think I actually wrote about the same topic sometime last year, which is what prompted me to read some more about this fine farm animal roping/riding event.

The rodeo itself is held on the UNLV campus, in the same building where the basketball team places. In my hometown, they used to do this, too. Rodeo one day, high school basketball finals the next – nothing says delicious like a poorly ventilated building combining the smell of bull doo doo and sweaty high school boys.

The NFR is supposedly the “super bowl of rodeos” and while I don’t fall over myself trying to make it to a rodeo, I wouldn’t mind going to something of this caliber. Plus, you know, it’s Vegas.

Arm me with some National Final Rodeo tickets and a pocket full of cash (preferrably out of someone else’s checking account), and I will gladly head out west for a few days in December and let you all know how it turns out. Combining bareback riding with slot machines and the occasional prostitute advertisement on the side of the road sounds like a pretty good vacation to me.

type a or type b

I met with another recruiter this morning, as sort of a prep for an interview I have tomorrow afternoon. If having two recruiters is wrong… well, I don’t want to be right. They’re both super awesome in their own accord, and I’m just not telling either one of them about each other. Until one of them reads this and then they battle it out with pugel sticks.

Recruiter #2 wanted to call my references, mainly to reassure her I was awesome even though I haven’t been working since October. (I interviewed with an HR lady yesterday that said she didn’t care about something like that. So, who knows.) Something that my references reported back to Recruiter #2? That while I may appear very laid back, I’m still aggressive in sales. My old manager (the awesome one that passed away; not the giant sized douche one) used to say that to me all the time, and I always shrugged it off. I know I get the job done, and just because I don’t run around like a chicken with my head cut off doesn’t mean I’m not concerned.

So, I came home and did some research. I’m good like that. I found this information:

It’s kind of informative in a very nerdy way.

I’ve determined I’m an easy-going Type A that doesn’t really enjoy confrontation. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but I definitely don’t completely fall in to either one of those catagories.

now walk it by yourself

It’s no secret. I like to dance. A lot. And while it may not be even remotely close to “Dancing with the Stars” type material most of the time, you should probably find me doing the Cupid Shuffle sometime. That’s when I shine, my friends, in line dancing. Albeit hip hop line dancing… but still.

There’s only one thing that I think could take my dancing experience to the next level: Dance Clothes. Granted most of my dancing takes place in establishments that wearing a tutu or a unitard would get a very fruity drink thrown at me, including the glass. Sure, it’s perfectly acceptable for fellas to be dressed in evening gowns and have makeup enhanced cleavage (I don’t know how they do it either!), but if a lovely lady such as myself walked in with wearing a leotard, I’d probably get myself laughed (or beaten) right on out to Hennepin Avenue.

I guess I’ll never be a professional dancer!

links for 2008-04-16

• AJ Pierzynski Taking Jello Shots
  It’s baseball season, which means I resume my position of hating A.J. Pierzynski.