So I realize that the nature of my posts has lost something. I have strayed from the true purpose of this blog which is of course Joan Crawford. As I sit here and piss and moan about my stupid jobs and how they suck, the one thing that I realize I’m doing wrong is I’m forgetting to ask myself, “What would Joan Crawford do?” Well, no wonder my life lacks meaning and direction. I have been trudging along like a fool, being stepped upon like the doormat of life. Here is what I know: for now I am stuck doing this god awful mind-numbing, soul-sucking receptionist job. So what would Joan do? She would go in there every god damn day and make the best of it. She would wear her fuck me heels (ankle strap heels for those of you who don’t know), shoulder pads that could poke your eye out, and eyebrows that were just a little frightening. Sure the filing would never get done, and there would be a lot of dramatic monologues with violin music as she talked about one day getting out of this place and living her real dream, but she would always be on time and the coffee would always be made. Oh yeah, she would also throw a gin and tonic in Douchebag Dick’s face.
This is how I have to start acting at work. The world makes sense again.
