This morning I whipped out my Sexy Bitch voice (much like Teem's sweater) and recorded the voiceover for the company's marketing DVD. I was initially just going to do a read-through to help the guy set audio levels and stuff, but he stopped me after the first sentence and said, "I'm not calling in _name of person who usually does it_. You're better. You're hired."
I don't think I'm getting paid for it, though. Just now I had to go back and do a second line reading of "Searching for a job has never been easier."
I think this could be my new avocation. I can do this from home. I can phone it in! Literally!
Only 89 more days! Yay!
I was listening to Pat Benatar's "We Belong" on me playlist, and after Googling for the lyrics I found that the song was actually written by Dave Navarro. Which is kind of cool - I wouldn't have immediately thought he would have worked with Pat Benatar (even though she rocks it old school).
Anyway, I was listening to it and the lyrics were a little bit of a shout out to my best friend:
Donít want to leave you really
Iíve invested too much time
To give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind
Nice, huh? I should get a Pat Benatar greatest hits CD and rock out the whole day long.
And then Winamp served me the Jim Croce song, "Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)." Which I have always loved. According to my mother, when I was a wee small child I used to ask her over and over and over to play her Jim Croce 8-tracks. Yes I'm old. Hush, puppies.
Anyway, "Operator" comes on and I am crooning along with Jim in my head. I think my faaavorite Jim Croce song is "Time In a Bottle" because I can actually play that on the piano. But the chorus of "Operator" is very poignant:
Isn't that the way they say it goes?
But let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels
Most of Croce's ballads seem melancholy to me, especially considering that he died in a plane crash when he was 30.Posted by Highwaygirl on July 12, 2004 12:12 PM to the category Randomness