There are 228 days before the election, or, the number of days before I buy a TV.

It's an accurate depiction of politicians...
Pictured: ALL politicians

I have to get this off of my chest.

I am one of “those” people…well, almost.

You know the ones–the ones that are proud to say that they don’t watch TV.

(Innocent person trying to make conversation) “So, how’d you like the (insert TV related thing here)?”

(Smug TV-free person) “I haven’t watched TV in years! I still don’t know who shot JR!”

I’m definitely not that, and if I’m ever that smug about something other than the Three Stooges being the best comedy team evar, I deserve to have (insert something quirky and non dangerous here).

No, I’m not buying a TV because I’m in no mood to yell “GO TO HELL!!!113!” every time a political commercial comes on. I don’t care if you have a D, R, I, or Z behind your name, I don’t want to hear your ad. I already can’t tell y’all apart, so your dirty tricks won’t work.

Thankfully, we live in an age where you can watch terrible movies (The Giant Spider Invasion, anyone?) at any time, why would you put up with attack ads? Besides, we all know who’s the best candidate for president!

Fine For President!

Job Fair?! More Like Job UNfair!

Image I attended one of many job fairs on my calendar yesterday, and somehow THIS outing made me more cynical.  More cynical than arriving at one venue and being told that there was a misprint on the calendar.  More than hearing the term “good fit.” More than…well, you get the idea.

Truthfully, I don’t know why I expected anything different–it’s not like I haven’t been to this dance before, but maybe it was the combination of being cold, the return of the Poppin’ Fresh® left foot (thanks medicine!) and the (ahem) lack of opportunity made me more than a little angry.  Then again, I’m sure it was the smell of panic and desperation that hung over the cafeteria like boiled cabbage that colored my thoughts.

That being said, there’s one other job fair (pfft!) scheduled for my personal Waterloo, Florissant Valley Community College next week.  Now, I’m not psychic, but I may face the same problem there—but at least the buses run regularly (instead of weird, off-kilter schedules…)

Each and every day that goes by makes me wonder if anyone knows how to really find a job…