PS, If you’re reading this and you want to give me a job, let me know. I need one.
Thanks NY Times for the shout-out today! When you’re unemployed, it’s the little things that make you the happiest. Holla!
Last Friday (apologies for the delay in posting this), I had the great pleasure of attending the Maury Povich Show. Always on the prowl for fun, free activities in the city, I couldn’t resist the temptation of two free Maury tickets for last Friday. Well, more like one Maury postcard that said “2” on it.
My Maury Experience began at 6:45 am on Friday morning. The postcard said to be there at 8am, and I suspected there would be a line, so I forced my boyfriend to get up and we schlepped all the way across town (stopping for bagels and coffee) to 15 Penn Plaza aka the Pennsylvania Hotel. We got there at 7:40 and there was a line…a long line. A line of 151 people to be exact. Despite the early hour, the people on the line were in good spirits, many of them smoking, drinking coffee and yelling for Maury. I looked at my Maury postcard and realized that it said “this ticket does not guarantee admission” on it in small print. I began to feel worried that we wouldn’t be admitted to the Maury show at all. A lot of time passed. I mean, like two hours. I was starting to get pissed. The other people on line were beginning to grow impatient. Some sluttly girls tried to cut the line and so did a person in a wheelchair who didn’t even have a ticket.
A Maury mignon came outside to have people sign a clipboard. Then he walked up the line to check tickets and started giving out purple wristbands with numbers on them. Mine was “152” and my boyfriend’s was “151”. We grew worried that only 150 people would be able to fit into the auditorium. At one point, I was even grumpy. The Maury mignon said there would be two shows, and that 170 people could fit in each. BOOYAH. At about 10:20, we were let inside into a waiting area with ropes. At 10:30, we were led up the stairs and through a waiting room. We traveled through the waiting room and were told we could enter the auditorium. At this point, the auditorium was almost full. For a brief second, I was worried I wouldn’t get to sit next to my boyfriend. A production assistant pointed to two seats in the front row and told us to sit there. AHHHH.
I can’t give too much away since the episode hasn’t aired yet, but there was a lot of baby mama drama, yelling, thumbs-downing, jeering and even a man wearing a lime-green suit. And the best part: after the show, everyone got free pizza. My conclusion: Maury is the MAN. He has a special way with all of the people who come on his show. He even followed one of them into the women’s bathroom after she realized that her sister’s boyfriend was not the father of her child. Now if that’s not a good person, I don’t know what is.
My life = a limbo party. Seriously. I’m still waiting for final confirmation of an offer from company 1 (the one who gave me the bad offer and then said they thought they could get me more money). So I went on another interview today. It went well, or so I think. I did the whole post-interview thank you thing. So now here’s what I get to do some more…WAIT.