December 10th, 2002. Tuesday
Last night, at my TV-watching job, I had to watch the 2002 Billboard Music Awards. I can say with little hestiation that it was one of the worst, and quite possibly the worst, program I have had to watch in over 15 months I've worked there. The show kicked off with the insufferable Avril Lavigne and went downhill from there. I only had to watch the first hour and a half, and it was the longest hour and a half of the day. My shift ended with a performance by some band called Puddle of Mud. They won group of the year or something. I'd never heard of them. I'm kind of suprised I'd never heard of them, because I'm sure someone would have mentioned them to me because I don't think the lead singer could have sounded any more like Kurt Cobain if he was Kurt Cobain himself. It was really incredible. He was blond and grungy looking, and he did all the same inflections Cobain did. And I was super impressed with how they started the song really loud and rockin', then in an instant got all quiet and melodic, then, surprise, got all loud again. And all of this in the same song! Incredible!Anyway, I did get an email from one of my bosses this morning, saying how funny he thought my questions were. I'm afraid they'll keep giving me terrible programs to watch. Instead of the regular bad, awful, and idiotic shows they normally have me watch. I had to watch the Whitney Houston special last week. What a fucking bitch. Asked if she smoked crack, she said: "Diane, (I fucking hate it when people address the interviewer by name. It's condescending mock-earnestness.), you know what? Crack is cheap. It's cheap. I make way too much money to smoke crack." Ugh, if you thought Whitney Houston was an annoying snatch before, Whitney Houston with laryngitis is five times as annoying.
Apparently, there's a tranist strike looming here in New York. I wonder how that'll be handled. Obviously, I won't be walking to work. Though, that would be a good "I used to have to walk all the way to work from Brooklyn to Manhattan in the snow..." story for my future lazy offspring. Stuff like that is actually one of the benefits I see in having to work two jobs right now. "When I was your age..." My poor future children.
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