September 26, 2006
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The Emancipation of Me Me
Oh, aren’t I clever! Yeah, I love not-too-subtle pop culture references with a cheesy twist. However, the title to this here Xanga entry really IS apropos. I admit that sometimes I get paid to sit around and talk; watch TV; go to movies; play Bocci Ball. I realized last night, however, that sometimes it’s still just not worth the money.
Let me back up by saying that my staff here at the group home pretty much rocks the friggin’ casbah. Yeah. Kids run away, they throw things at us, they steal from us, and they sling obscene epithets learned, I’m sure, from the inside of some bathroom stall in the downtown core. And yet…and yet…well, we simply continue to do our job, and we do it with a swanky swagger, if I may boast a tad.
To make a long story short, one of my co-workers wrangled tickets for our three group home girls to see slatternly songstress, Mariah Carey, in all her cyprian glory. It may seem simple: collect tickets, go to said concert, leave said concert, giggle and titter all-the-while, simultaneously driving male youth worker mad in the process. This is a reasonable assessment….except that said concert occured a thirty-minute drive from our group home, and ended a good thirty minutes after my shift was supposed to end. And all THAT to say, that I ended up working a hefty 11.5 hour shift at the group home, which culminated in the aforementioned giggling and tittering and “Andrew, turn up Sexy Back! Louder! LOUDER!” So help me God, if I have to hear how JT’s bringing sexy back one more time. I tell you what, I’m about to bring corporal punishment back.** Let’s see how that flies! It’ll be MY number one single. Heh.
As it turns out, Busta Rhymes was the opening act. Damn…now that would have been cool. Alas….
**If any government worker or Alberta Children’s Services employee reads this, I’m totally joking about the corporal punishment thing. Sort of.
Comments (11)
This is Alberta Children’t Services. We’d like to gived yuo permission for corporal punishment…just don’t tell.
I know we actually haven’t met in persion, but I fell like I’ve heard enough stories about you and read your blog long enough to know that it would be really funny to see you at that Mariah Carey concer!
wicked cool, dude.
Um, how ’bout a big group of us are totally going to see Jay Z in Seoul on the 20th?
i had to sit through a 3 hour live production of rugrats once. the tickets were nearly $50 a piece, and the parents paid me to take two of their children. i about choked when i saw the ticket price. i also vowed then and there that my kids would not be “live production of rugrats” kind of kids. it was hell, and that’s all i have to say.
umm well, i’d just like to let you know that i had to look up TWO words from this post in the dictionary, and what it all boiled down to is that you think mariah carey is a whore. well, alright, everyone is entitled to his own opinion! but a songstress she most certainly IS…
Slatternly?
Cyprian?
Don’t outvocabulary me. It’s just not polite.
This reminds me of the “Rae Dawn Chong Challenge.” Search televisionwithoutpity.com to see if you can find it.
i’m confused. are you the co-worker who likes mariah?
you’re my hero…
isn’t working in a group home… crrrrazy. I worked at a girls home for a week and then a boys home for two weeks. I loved the boys home and i miss my boys. apparently a few of them (4 to be specific) decided to run. 3 of them were our best boys– i’m so mad. i was walking around my office yesterday saying “i’m going to kill them. i’m going to hunt them down and kill them!”
Mariah Carey is Hawt! Oh my!!! Did I just say that? Shoot the Neo Humanist Hippie!
i went too!! in chicago of course. the united center was soaked with craziness at the end of the concert but it was worth the free tickets we scored. 11th row, $150 tickets, seeing a crazy icon…it was good times. we got free low carb monster drinks too. i love free…
Any job that involves working with people is usually interesting and harder, much respect for helping other people at the home.
As for Mariah Carey, didn’t Brian De Palma make a horror movie about her?