Thursday, December 18, 2008
My high school math teacher
Friday, December 12, 2008
Who's picking up YOUR phone at 3 a.m.?
Hot damn. The economy is in crisis, the United States Senate just failed to pass a large bailout package to save the American auto industry and five million or so jobs that go right along with it, I can’t find a job for myself in this post-Election economy (unless my holiday job in retail at the mall counts), gas prices shot up 40 cents today, Gov. Blagojevich is a corrupt Illinois politician, and I have less than two weeks to finish my Christmas shopping with all the money I’m not earning in my jobless, recessed economy.
But despite all of that, I just read something that made me very happy. After a long, drawn out (27 months) election cycle, as it turns out, when the phone rings at 3 a.m., Hillary Clinton will, in fact, be the one answering it.
Just to clarify, I didn’t just learn she was the Secretary of State-designate for the new Obama administration. But I was scanning blogs where someone else made reference to her 3 a.m. commercial, and I found it hilarious. And comforting. Because I, as a member of the Sisterhood of Travelling Pantsuits, always wanted her to be the one to answer the phone anyways. Good pick PE-BHO.
It made me stop to think for a moment that despite everything that’s going on. . . you know, the complete collapse of our financial system as we know it, days away from teetering into a full-on Great Depression where I show up at my, Bailey’s Savings and Loan, and ask to withdraw the $900 I have in my account immediately (which, sadly, is not so much a reference to the movie, and the time of $900 equally a decent savings as it is the actual the sum of my savings account). . . despite everything that’s going on, some jackass somewhere in the world is planning to do something horrific and terrorizing to us any day now, whether it’s an out with the old or in with the new tactic as we finally get rid of the Bush administration in a mere 39 days. Thinking about this jackass, his friends, and his plans, well. . . it’s keeping me up at 3 a.m. Really, it is. Just look at the time stamp on this puppy.
Less than two weeks away from Christmas, three weeks away from a new year, and a mere five weeks until we start fixing America, kids, and someone smarter than Barney is answering the phone at 3 a.m. Hot damn.