I don't know if I could do this:
Move into a "1914 Chicago Bungalow that housed wealthy, world-
traveling packrats since 1934" and 'fix it up'. Check out the blog and some of the stuff they've been unearthing what on earth?.
This came by way of an alumni disc list from a former employer, but the description of the work involved is insane.
Cons: Dust that is piled 2 inches high? Racoons with babies?
Pros:Stuff from every corner of the world.
Check out the batch links (on the bottom) from "what on earth". These people went everywhere! And had plenty of moolah to do it.
sigh.
Where's my trust fund?
People that can be witty are cool
I'm reading through mail that's over a week old (since I can't access hotmail or yahoo in the office). I saw the best introduction:
... After extensive vacationing, odd-jobbing and introspection have reinvented myself like many of you in a new career and direction and would love to share my news with you all.
What's so cool about that?
The term 'odd-jobbing' I read as jobbnobbing, which I found perfectly delightful.
So does the term underemployed.
I read it off the cover of a freebie I picked up at the Shecky's thing the other night.
D'oh. I just realized I left my digi camera in Queens and can't upload my photos yet again. I've got oodles to post. Hmmph.
Back office people kill me
So last week I noticed that deductions had not begun on my measly salary...which means no health insurance. Still. Realizing it had been a month since I initially submitted my automated telephone 'form', I picked up the phone.
The dude, so I don't call him the name I uttered under my breath, at my payroll company screwed up. And now it turns out he's done it again. I just checked my 'this is not a check' direct deposit confirmation slip, and they started deductions - but for a family.
Uh, that means roughly $120 a month than I thought I'd be paying.
Good god, this annoying. I'm not going to bore you with the details of how I know how stupid they are, but I'm dealing with a whole new breed of incompetence.
Grumble.
I am crabby.
I will be less crabby as of Thursday when I finish my academic relationship.
Did I tell you how the insurance guy asked me out for lunch over the phone?
Or, how I want to go to Coney Island before it closes?
Or, that my boss is really cool and casually mentioned I'd have to decide b/w working on a project with him or this developer?
Or, that my roommate and I had fun Thursday night; he getting stoned, I imbibing?
Or, that Shecky's was fun, even if I missed Alison and Cristina?
(Bad planning on my part. Actually, lack of planning made it slightly chaotic. But hey, the goody bag was worth it.)
I am pooped, and do NOT want to work over the weekend. But I will...for the draconian slimeballs that will cover my credit balance.
sigh.
But that's not now. I'm going to enjoy my time at the ranch (ok, it's not exactly the homestead- but it certainly is nice to have fresh cut flowers in the bathroom)
(written 11pm Sunday)
There’s nothing like a little bit of insomnia to drive someone nuts.
Particularly someone who knows they need to be well rested the following
day.
Good god, I’m wide awake. After spending a night painting the streets of
Queens red, I woke today to pull weeds in the backyard. Lasting only a
few hours, I’m convinced I sweated the booze entirely out of my system.
Initially planning to solely bag leaves, Flora and I attempted to dig up
the grassy plants that border one side of our fence. Picture the two of
us on our hands and knees, gloves donned, with dirt flying by as we
strained our pathetic urban appendages about.
After an hour (or two) of making ourselves dirtier than Adam or Eve
could have every possibly been, we caved. Out came the anvil clipper.
Down went the grass. Then came the bagging process. Double bagging was
deemed necessary. And so was a trip to the corner diner and grocery
store. Instead of being fiscally prudent, I bought a cheeseburger
deluxe, sour cream and cheddar potato chips, and chocolate chip cookies.
(3 of which equal 160 calories and 61 grams of fat. Or maybe it was 31.
Regardless, I ate at least four times the daily allowance based on the
packaging…but they really hit the spot. Atkins does not exist on
weekends. Sorry.)
And then it was five. The ‘good’ thesis student called and I was happy
to hear how much of her paper is complete. Come next Monday, all of it
will be mine to read for the next two weeks. Joy. (But not in a bad way.
I’m excited to read it, but I have to wrap up class first….and I suspect
the fourth of july is going to wreck havoc with schedules at work.)
Crawling up the stairs I scrubbed until it hurt. Cleaner than a whistle
I had planned to nap…but of course the phone kept ringing. Blah. Ugh.
And now I’m paying for it. Actually, I’ll pay for it tomorrow morning
when I’m exhausted after rousing myself from a foggy slumber.
I am attempting to self-medicate with yellow tail. Awful, I know. I am
at a loss as to why my insurance has yet to kick in. (Two unrelated
items. In lieu of Nyquil, I’m substituting the grape. Separately, I have
yet to see any deductions in my paycheck for access to the medical
community.)
Another thing I *must* follow up with… transport for the last weekend of
June. We can either rent a van ($60/hr) or a limo ($50-60)/hr. You can
put 6 people in a 6 person limo – but it’s tight. (Or so they tell me.)
If it’s ok with you (as though the wine tasters would be reading this),
I might ask my pop to drive us about if I can snag a van to rent. Then
it wouldn’t matter what time we started/ended. Except that we’d need to
be back by Ronkonkoma/Holtsville before dark. If the pool dudes come
next weekend (and the weather cooperates) that could allow for some
swimming that eve. Hmm…must communicate this when I have a spare moment
to think tomorrow.
My 10 was cancelled, thank goodness. But I have an 11 that I’m not ready
for as I’ll need to update a dbase and a presentation with the comments
that were hopefully emailed to me over the weekend. If they’re not
sitting in my in-box that means I’ll have to decipher someone’s
handwriting. On top of that, I’m slightly nauseous over the information
we collected Thursday. Somehow everyone else is busy, and I’m magically
supposed to update a handful of specs…which are really written in code
as far as I’m concerned. 1) accounting was not my forte in college 2) I
am not an excel guru and the thought of combing through spreadsheets and
correcting formulas..well, sucks. Oh! And lest I forget, I need to come
up with a timeline implication document by Wednesday. All of this means
squat to you, but is the root of me not being able to sleep tonight.
I forgot my corny joke from earlier today. When I finally pulled a four
foot weed root out of the ground, I stood up and said,” Could this be
considered the root of all evil?”
Pregnant pause.
I’m sorry, really I am.
Great. Here’s something to nuggle my thoughts against as I trudge
upstairs. The three (not one, not two) firetrucks that are on my street.
Apparently there’s an ‘incident’ four houses down that requires sirens,
lights, and men to run around with oxygen tanks and axes.
Sleep tight.
Don’t let the bed bugs bite.
p.s.
Taken from the back cover of Michael Moore’s book,” Downsize this!”:
“The United State of America” is too long; it’s drab and ultimately,
it’s just a description. Look at the British. They called their country
“Great Britain” and look how far that got them, considering there’s
nothing really “great” about them. I say we change our name to “The Big
One.” That says it all. “Where and I from? I’m from THE BIG ONE!”
sigh.
Don’t even get me started on how funny I found his suggestion of moving
DC to Tijuana. (If Georgie is convinced NAFTA will create jobs and cut
expenses, they should try some of their own medicine.)
I think I momentarily lost sight of my goals in landing a long-term
short-term spot: Balancing the negatives in my debt column, to fund a
year of study.
Anywhere.
Last night was fabulous, as was the experiment in drinking after work
with a colleague (even if I missed the signal it was more of a date.)
Life should be full of experiences, and not missed opportunity. Screw
the economy. (But yay! that my tank top from three years ago fits
again.)
Um, going upstairs to wrestle with my comforter this warm muggy night.
Do you know these women?
up close
Tee hee. My computer. Your pictures.
I'm just looking at the Belmont experience I missed. (check out alison's ofoto album - you need to register with ofoto if you haven't already.) It's kind of like watching crew races. Or paint dry. But in a good way. You can sit and stare at a lot of stuff, but the excitement happens suddenly and zooms by. It looked so cool, and I missed it so i could go home and organize my life.
Blah.
But at least I have enough TP to last for the next year.
Right. and I'll try and console myself with that thought as i turn in.
hot damn
Fun, fun, fun. And walking in the rain can be quite liberating...until
you think of the dry cleaning bill. Oof.
The first cab I got into last night drove me 10 streets toward the
Queensborough bridge after refusing to drive to "The Queen". Kind of
annoying at first until I realized the $4 fare was comped and that he
was trying to drop me off where I could catch the 7 train home. And(!)
that he was rooting around to give me his own umbrella. This one didn't
ask for a date...which reminds me: I never called Armen. Or whatever the
taxi dude's name was that asked me out for drinks.
The even crazier dude who eventually drove me (across whatever body of
water is involved) sang the entire way.
I slept like a log, and had a dickens of a time getting up this morning.
For the remainder of the summer I'm going with the slicked back look.
Blowdryers are not going to work for me until I hook up my a/c...plust
the rainy mugginess that has replaced 8 months of winter sucks.
The after work drink that was with a colleague turned into a near smooch
- that was not welcome.Blah. Men. Find me one I want. That sounds awful,
but I can't wait to do a version of hurry dating with the goils - and -
the thing Trisha and I were tossing around last nigth.
alright. now i need lunch. but the cafeteria doesn't open officially for
lunch fro another twenty minutes. plus, i'm not really in the mood for
bland. i need grease. and cheese. mmmmmmmmm.
compulsively
I check to see if the db works. What say you Blogger?
ok, not getting the empanada
b/c i have to stop and buy a glass first. i'm going to see E's new apartment and apparently need to bring my own drinking receptacle. ha.
things, things, things that have been going on.
Play - 8 days Backwards - loved it. Especially the Vineyard THeatre. And the connection that Q has to my roomie. (Trisha - he IS working onthat. AND a production in Boston. How cool is that??) Hey - does anyone know anyone who is into puppetry? Or knows anyone who worked on crankyanker? (A word - I learned for the first time last night. FUnniest damn thing ever. God love Comedy Central, and the fact that I shall soon be attending shows for nothin.) ANyhoo, Trisha had totally hookd me up out of hte blue with tickets tosee 8 days. Sorry this is short, but kybd bites. Will write more this weekend. think i'm going to work part of sunday to get ahead for work. i have wed/thru offsite at a hotel which will suck. SO suck. No email or anything. just 8ppl and boring documents to review. but i do have hte best boss ever. must tell printer story next time. But what i'm really curiousabout, is how i'll ever find someone like that that is 1) straight 2) not twenty years older than me and 3) interested in me.
ho hum
i'm doing some target shopping this wekend for my ever cool roomies. ... who refused to charge me rent for the last week of may that i moved in. do they rock or what?
alright. littlebit o f surfing and then i'm out. call me! i'm really really behind on email. i only check it every other weekend when i'm in LI. bleh. if you don't have my digits at work, good god, ask! bestway to reach me during the day. it's kick assthat my office allows a mix of work/personal if you can balance.
alrightalrightalirght.
toodles
freak
I hate everyone that puts me in a bad mood. Particularly snooty snotty students. I swear to someone that they suck. THat's really all i can say, since the computer i'm using has the worst keyboard ever. Gah. I'm sitting in the CyberCafe thta I absolutely love, but will have to mention the keyboard to them. I like this place b/c they 1) feed me if i'm in the mood 2) wine me (no really) and three are very accomodating to my needy needs. (Clas, microphone, etc.) I'm mad at myself b/c i lte my negatively float across the lcture, but i made it clear that time away addressing crap was going to impact the amount of time i would contribute to this class. Grumble.
whatever. but i think i'm going to ask for an empanada now.
drat!
something heated up, and now there's a 'sudden urgency'.
i hate words like that. particularly the use of "ownership".
fooey.
someone said this to me via email
> the reversor retrofitter similator could connect to local SAN disk
array causing spurious outages in the MSDB connection class.
to which I said:
the thought of MSDB connection class being of illegitimate birth makes
me
giggle. Spurious as a word choice goes right up there with the aperiodic
facecious utterances of pleasantries exchanged between a seemingly
infinite quantity of compartments ... we call cubicles.
sigh.
funny bunch here.
and i'd forgotten how nice it is to sleep soundly. even on a full mug
o'coffee after dinner last night I slept like a rock. but i definitely
need a new mattress sooner than later. and to remember to keep umbrellas
at work. i bought yet another cheapo version across the street yesterday
when I realized how cold the rain was. WHERE is June?
My brother kindly reminded me that I have not been posting to my blog.
This is a result of having way too many things to do after work last
week. This last weekend I was the date of dear friend for a beautiful
wedding up somewhere near West Point. Fun, fun, fun. But as someone
noted, a roomful of derivatives traders makes for some of the most
awkward dancers ever.
The day after Pat, Susan, (both of whom moved west Tuesday!), E and I
drove to StormKing - one of my new favorite places. It was drizzling and
we were outside, but definitely worth a trip back when the weather is
nicer.
Yesteraday I had chocolate. Weeks of dieting, and the minute my boss
tosses a Toblerone my way I cave. Oops. Sadly the sugar high didn't last
as long as I needed it to. (I had slept something ridiculous like two
hours the night before due to a ridiculous situation with
teaching.Note:I will NOT be teaching ever again within that
program.)
Alright. Tons to due, and plenty of solitude since a) I have ONE meeting
today (yipee) and almost everyone on my floor is in training for an
application I'll never use.
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii everyone!
(not that my readership extends beyond, say, one person who is related
to me by blood:)
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