I want that job
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Listening to the radio on my way to work this morning, I heard about the job I want. Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the job I already have. After all, who could complain about making just enough to keep a body above the poverty line, have responsibilities piled on because the co-worker gets fired and now you get their job too, have absolutely no authority and therefore get no respect from subordinates...sorry, that is actually a different rant that I should save for another time.
Anyway, I'm listening to the radio and hear that Owen Wilson is having some problems with demon rum. According to the gossip people, he has hired himself a "sober companion" who is being paid $750.00 per day. Let me say that again - seven hundred fifty dollars a day to hang around with a celebrity and stay sober. Hmmm, sounds like a real hard job to me - NOT! Hey, I am more than qualified for that job, damn I don't make enough money to be anything but sober. I raised 5 kids, went through a divorce, have survived numerous tragedies, and am still standing. I could certainly handle playing nursemaid to some idiot that has no self control.
Now I have always liked Owen Wilson, he actually reminds me of a guy I knew in my youth, Nick something or other. (sorry Nick you were cute but I can't remember your last name for the life of me). But, I will certainly look at Mr Wilson a bit differently now. I have to wonder, doesn't the man have family or friends? How shallow would they have to be not to want to help him out? It is a sad sad state when there is no loved one in your life that doesn't want to see you self-destruct.
So, here's a message to Owen and his Mama... Mom, get your butt to your son and slap some sense into him. Owen, grow up and be a man - there are too many people, me being one of them, who have to struggle just to survive and guess what - no one cares, we don't get to hire people to be our crutches, we have to stand and walk on our own.
Well, that's my rant for the day...now I think I'll go have a glass of "whine".
Anyway, I'm listening to the radio and hear that Owen Wilson is having some problems with demon rum. According to the gossip people, he has hired himself a "sober companion" who is being paid $750.00 per day. Let me say that again - seven hundred fifty dollars a day to hang around with a celebrity and stay sober. Hmmm, sounds like a real hard job to me - NOT! Hey, I am more than qualified for that job, damn I don't make enough money to be anything but sober. I raised 5 kids, went through a divorce, have survived numerous tragedies, and am still standing. I could certainly handle playing nursemaid to some idiot that has no self control.
Now I have always liked Owen Wilson, he actually reminds me of a guy I knew in my youth, Nick something or other. (sorry Nick you were cute but I can't remember your last name for the life of me). But, I will certainly look at Mr Wilson a bit differently now. I have to wonder, doesn't the man have family or friends? How shallow would they have to be not to want to help him out? It is a sad sad state when there is no loved one in your life that doesn't want to see you self-destruct.
So, here's a message to Owen and his Mama... Mom, get your butt to your son and slap some sense into him. Owen, grow up and be a man - there are too many people, me being one of them, who have to struggle just to survive and guess what - no one cares, we don't get to hire people to be our crutches, we have to stand and walk on our own.
Well, that's my rant for the day...now I think I'll go have a glass of "whine".
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