Hahaha, I'm a joke.

For working in sports (clarify, collegiate), I really don't know that much about pro sports. But I would like to work in professional sports someday!

So pretty much whenever a job in pro sports opens up, I'm always half-heartedly applying. A few months ago, something came up with ESPN and I figured what the heck, if anyone ever calls me back, it doesn't hurt to keep practicing my interview skills, right? Well the chances of anyone ever calling me back are VERY minor when you apply online.

Buuuuut, ESPN called me this weekend, looking to fill a statistics/information position. Which is cool, because I work in sports information and keep stats often.

So when I finally called back, to my surprise, instead of an interview, they had a list of "random sports knowledge questions" to ask me, just to see if I'd even be worthy of moving on to an actual interview.

So here are the six random questions they asked me and tell me if you think I passed or not:

1.) Explain how you calculate a pitcher's earned run average
2.) Name five current Lakers other than Kobe
3.) Name all of the golf masters tournaments
4.) Who is the winningest college Division I men's basketball coach and what years was he at the school(s) he compiled that record
5.) Something about NASCAR, I had no idea so I asked to come back to it, but never did
6.) Which NFL player recorded the most career touchdowns, what years and who'd he play for?
7.) Name the last 10 Heisman Trophy winners and where they played in college

How'd you do? Could you work for ESPN?









....Yeah, I apparently didn't answer enough of those questions right to move on to the interview. I'm the worst sports journalist/statistician, ever. The ONE time my name actually gets picked from a billion online applicants and I actually think I might have a shot, I blow it. Hence why, I'm a joke. I wonder if I'm ever going to make it to pro sports. And I'm really let down in myself, because this might have been my one big shot, you know?

But they did say I had an impressive résumé.... just not impressive knowledge I guess ;) I can't explain how lame I felt when I responded to their little quiz. Like I'm a girl who knows how to stat sports, just nothing actually about professional sports.

Boom goes the dynamite.

Hopefully I'll do better on this Friday's Jeopardy online quiz, where if you get a certain amount correct, your name goes into the database to be randomly selected as a competitor on the show!

FMD. (Where D=Door)

I had a terrible day yesterday.

Since it's the holiday break, I left a few hours early from work, excited to clean the house some more, bake, do laundry, scrapbook, etc. But instead, both doors to my house gave me the middle finger.

Let me back up a bit here. Our back door lock sticks. Instead of clicking once you put the key in, it just spins in circles and never catches to unlock. So our landlord said that was the original lock and needed to be replaced. And we've known that for several weeks now, but has anyone taken care of it.....? Well to make matters worse, as soon as I couldn't get in last night, I opted to try the front door. But apparently when it's raining the screen door sticks in the door frame and won't open. Fruitlessly trying to open either door, and then going back and forth between the two for 20 minutes, I kicked the front door and crumpled to the floor so upset and frustrated with myself that I began to cry like a small child. It was the most frustrating moment I've had in a long time.

So finally I realized to call my friend, and he came and popped the screen door open for me with the help of tools from the garage. Immediately after I got in, I ran to Home Depot and purchased a new door knob.

And so I present you a 10-step re-enactment of my horrendous evening yesterday:

Taking out all the pieces was terrible, especially because I didn't assume it'd be messy, so I got grease all over the place from inside the door knob.

TAKE THAT, DOOR!

"Easy installation," Yeah these three tiny, ambiguous drawings are so simple. I totally can master fixing a door now.

Ok, I screwed the middle latch in. Only to find out 15 hours later that it was on backwards. FML.

Fixing the inside part of the door frame.

And, this is actually a lie. It's not screwed in all the way. I think I got a faulty one, because the screws won't go in. I need some power tools. Anyone???

As I write this, I believe J.D.'s fixing the door right now. Awesome. I've stopped caring, because it has caused me literally five hours of stress and ridiculous frustration.

And to make matters worse, I tore my sweater when I was putting it back on, because there were splinters in the door that my sleeve caught on. Oh yeah, and I JUST bought that sweater at GAP in Vegas last week.

And then when I came home, I was plugging in the Christmas lights and the reindeer/sleigh on the mantle toppled off the mantle and fell into the tree. So I jumped over to try and stop them from falling and breaking and hit the tree, almost knocking it and all the ornaments on the ground.

So Ben took me out to get some drinks and dinner so as to forget my horrible night. And when I walked into the restroom at the end of the night, I slipped in someone's piss.

Can I take a nap from life right now?!?!?!

(Also, thanks Ben for saving some of my sanity last night!!!)