Overkill Espiritu

You can all thank “Overkill” Espiritu for inundating me with requests to write another blog entry. Everyone else who sent requests successfully added to the pressure. I hope you’re all proud of yourselves.

Many of you know that I started a new job recently. For my own protection, in anticipation of the shit I may talk in the future, I won’t say the name of the company. Let’s just say I have found employment in which the expectations are high, to say the least. And after all my ranting and complaining about how I can do more than walk and talk, it turns out I don’t want to do much more than that. I miss low expectations. I miss playing my travel poker game at work. I miss What Not To Wear and Beverly Hills 90210 (just kidding, of course I’m taping them). But all in all, as grown-up jobs go, I’ve got a pretty nice set-up. The people are cool, the work is giving me great experience for my future grown-up life, and I’m catching up with a lot of people on MSN. Just kidding, boss.

An interesting thing happened today: I saw 2 black people. Oh, did I mention my new job is located in a town whose population is 34,000? And of those 34,000 I can only verify that 2 of them are not white. I guess I won’t be starting a superblackgirl revolution here (all part of their master plan, I’m sure). I’ll keep you posted if there are any more minority spottings.

I discovered something else very strange today. I’m doing a story about Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and I noticed that the focus is supposed to be “Reaching Unattached Women”. I was like, What the hell? Isn’t being single hard enough? As it turns out, “unattached” in this case means without a family doctor (which therefore means no one is prompting you to get checked, which means your cancer could go undetected). So my theory is that as bad as it sounds to be “unattached” in a social world, in the medical world it means you could die. Or maybe it means that in both worlds, I’m not sure. Anyway, you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself (that would be the slogan if the campaign ran on BET).

In other news, does everyone know I got my driver’s license? Despite being blown off by my driving instructor on a few more occasions, including the lesson I was supposed to have before my test, I managed to pass with flying colours. Well, that might be an overstatement. Soaring hues, perhaps. I wanted to include my “before and after” pictures (my mom took them at the DMV) because I think it’s funny how they look exactly the same. Before: Delirious smile (I was really nervous). After: Delirious smile (I was really happy). Anyway, if you know me, you can imagine.

Does that satisfy everyone’s sbg craving? Harass me with emails if I ever take this long again. But I guess I don’t need to tell you that, bean.

Revolution! (that’s for you, Max)
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