I rarely to never mention my job. I may bitch about work (it’s the act of having to work, not my actual job) but I am sooo grateful to be able to do the what I do. It is involved in the Country Music industry so I am constantly meeting artists. I’ve never had much of an interest in popular country so most of the time I’m not phased… most of the people that come in to perform for us I’ve never heard of aside from designing an ad or two for. Usually they’re just starting off, sometimes they get big and sometimes they do not. The most popular artists I’ve met are Kenny Chesney, the Rascal Flatts, Jewel and (my favorite) Dwight Yoakam.

We’ve been SLAMMED for the past few days. Our quarterly magazine will be out next month so we’re all busting our asses to meet Thursday’s deadline. Today was one of those days where I barely had a minute to breathe, and worked up until 6 with no downtime at all. As I came off the elevator and into the parking garage I saw that the car next to me was backed into their space, it was a Lexus SUV type thing, and it’s owner had both doors wide open so that there was no way I could even think about getting into my car.

So being the shy little thing I am I just stood by the rear-end of my Beetle and started twittering because OH MY GOD I’d just had the most hectic day and all I wanted to do was drive home but this PERSON was keeping me from even getting in my car. I was cursing him while he dug around in his backseats, FUCK THIS GUY, I thought WTF IS HIS PROBLEM? LET ME IN MY CAR, DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!

He finally finishes digging through his back seat, turns around, notices me and says, “Oh! I’m sorry!” At that moment, I realize that I’ve just been standing there cursing Billy Ray Cyrus.

Somehow, I manage to blurt out “OH, you’re fine!” and hop in my car.

I know we’ve all cursed Billy Ray a time or two, but how many of you can say you did it while he was standing RIGHT in front of you?

Filed in Funny on Thursday, May 15, 2008 ·