One of my responsibilities here at the old workplace is to provide the necessary paperwork that allows trucks full of our product to cross the Mexican border. It's nothing too difficult, I merely make an invoice and fax it to the trucker and the broker and I'm on my way. However, it does require that I get a bill of lading from our vendor so I am pretty much at their mercy when it comes to getting paperwork ready. Sometimes, I'm forced to come in on a Saturday morning and that happened to be the case this past weekend.
Since I am the only one in the office at 7 AM on a Saturday, I usually just throw on my pajamas and head on into the office with Kiyah as my sidekick. This past Saturday I was wearing the oh-so-sexy attire of a purple Kings hat, a black
Nightmare Before Christmas sweatshirt that proudly boasts Jack Skellington's big ol' face, my blue pajama pants bedecked with moose that say "I don't do mornings" and my slip-on, Ugg-wannabe slippers. I have to admit, I was a vision without make-up, without even having brushed my teeth, maybe with some eye boogers still crusted in the corners of my eyes. In other word? The hotness. Shock of all shocks, when I pulled into my parking lot at work, it was full of crew members setting up for a Ford commercial shoot that a co-worker of mine is starring in. There was even a tent for
craft services. Luckily for me, I had Kiyah - the cutest, most popular dog
ever - as a distraction so no one really paid attention to the hot mess I was. Funny, they never even offered to cast me as an extra.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Always leave the house dressed for success, you never know who you might meet.
My Seattle mug
Last night in lieu of class my professor asked us to attend a performance by Sarah Aroeste. She sings in Ladino which is an antiquated, Sephardic Judeo-Spanish. I didn't know this little tidbit at the time of the performance, but when she sang it immediately reminded me of some of the Hebrew music I listened to while working at Jew U. She was backed up by a dude on acoustic guitar and another dude playing drums with his hands. It sounded like it was going to be ok but then she started singing and I was all "No." I left after the third song. I'm not one to judge another person's singing voice as my own could shatter glass, but then again, I'm not trying to get up in front of an auditorium full of students either. It was a bummer too because I was really looking forward to hearing some World music and maybe stumbling upon something new. I think what sort of made me not like her was the fact that prior to singing her song Cafe de Amanacer, roughly translated to Cafe of Daybreak, she "confessed" to having Starbucks for breakfast and then later said that "where she came from" (New York) they had Starbucks on every corner and she didn't know if we could relate. Um, get out of here you pretentious ass. Dang.
