Respect Mah Authoritah

You know how I was talking about how much I hate my job, you know the kind of hate where you'd rather stab yourself in the eyes than come into work. I decided I'm going to try out for my dream job. Last Thursday I did just that. I tested for a Corrections Officer position at a women's prison. WHY? WHY would that be my dream job. Simply, because I'm weird like that. I love nothing more than watching some drama type shit go down. Cops, I'm on it, Women Behind Bars give me more.... I'm all about watching some criminal activity and weird people. I can't think of a better job than watching nut jobs behind bars. It's better than the fucking Iowa State Fair if you ask me! I got the notice on Monday that I passed the test (yes, I even passed the psychological part. I'm just as shocked as you are) Now I sit on a list and wait for a call asking me to interview. That phone call can't come soon enough. Husband is not real thrilled. He says I like to run my mouth and it's going to get me in trouble. I don't know what he's talking about.

I also signed up for an Extreme Body Makeover. It's this bad ass work out course. You go 6 days a week. They do the before and after pictures, and if you are the most changed after 10 weeks you win $1,000.00. If you continue on for a year and are the most changed in a year you can win $10,000.00. I just want my body back.. but the money would be nice to buy me a new slutty wardrobe.