"She's got her halo and wings"
I've been abusing The Killers re-released album that I bought for Mel a bit ago. Well, the last three songs anyway. Sure it's probably a waste of money to buy an album that you already have just for two extra songs that you haven't heard yet (I knew of Indie rock 'n roll. Jam to it now if you haven't experienced), but my reasoning is that it's THE KILLERS. Exactly. So you know where I'm coming from.
I'm not sure when their new album is coming out, but I should have added it onto yesterday's list, along with The Strokes and Franz Ferdinand. I know it's hard for artists to write their music and come up with some kick ass chords for it all to go with. They have to wait for "a moment" or get past a really big dramatic thing that is going on in their life, process it all, pour all of their words out onto paper straight from their soul, and proof read everything so their message is being conveyed clearly to the listener, but COME ON. I'm seriously impatient and I'm ready to jam out to some new songs from some of my favorite artists. Especially The Strokes. Come on, guys. Give me anything. Really. Even just one single. There doesn't even have to be a video or an entire CD to follow it. Just. One. Song.
Yesterday afternoon was interesting, I have to say. It was my first time volunteering my services to M, and hoo boy, he wasn't lying when he said that he was bogged down by work. Many, many phone calls had to be made and I was the lucky person to dial everyone's phone number. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I did a pretty kick ass job. It may seem like calling up random people and asking them to come in for an interview isn't a hard thing, but when you're me and absolutely terrified that nobody will answer forcing you to leave a voicemail on their machine, you tend to get a little worried. The palms become slightly moist and the heart beat begins to race in anticipation that you're going to have to sound like you know what the fuck you're talking about while trying not to stutter and apologize three hundred times on a machine to somebody you may never meet.
I sounded competent. Major accomplishment number two for me this week.
Also, there was a GIANT meeting held downstairs in my small, under-decorated, conference room. The PRESIDENT of our company decided to pay us a visit and talk buisness. I chose to wear jeans and an orange top that resembles the prison uniforms that are given to convicts (can we please not talk about it?). Nobody informed me that he was going to be arriving, and because about four people decide to visit me on any given day, it was normal to wear jeans on a Thursday and not feel guilty about it.
Luckily, he's met me before and managed to remember my name. My real name. We've talked a few times and he has seen me when I've had on a really cute Ann Taylor suit so I don't feel too awful and embarrassed.
Today is Friday. Hot damn.