Ok, last one before I leave
From Trisha I started reading Norwegian news in English.
Instead of the heartwarming story she posted about a Norwegian marrying a Queen, my eye was caught by assorted titles:
I was never a lesbian
Father beats daughter's lover (Hey, it was a 28 year old guy and a 16 year old femme)
Swedes have more and more animal sex
Yes, that's right. It's not ILLEGAL in sweden to have sex with, say, a sheep. (erin, you can tell kristin to get rid of her plastic inflatable and buy a ticket instead)
In 1944, along with homosexuality, beastiality was decriminalized.
From the same site I learned that the Norwegians have no problem allowing it's countrymen to pay for sex. There is talk of adding a law, but having watched the Swedes struggle with a similar law, there's debate in the air.
sigh
I forgot how diffferently the northern europeans behave. and think. must remember to email tarja.
alright folks, it IS time to bathe and prepare for an exciting day. have a good one! jet blue here i come!
Manties
Trisha, this is divine. I cannot stop laughing.
I'd been a bit dismayed to see no posts from the land of trisha as of late. When she first told me to start a blog to keep in touch, i was totally offended. I mean, pick up the phone. (Little did I know how far behind I was on the social networking movement.) And then, slowly, blogging crept into my life. It is an awesome way to see the color of someone's day to day life. It makes picking up a conversation with someone you haven't seen in a while easy. And, like today, you learn things that may not have popped up in your own life.
Enter, Manties.
Yep, panties for men. Not a joke, but a gift that was presented to a friend of hers. HA!
hey i forgot
i never know what to do when people compliment you directly. i was pleased to have folks (who i did not prompt) thank ME in front of my boss. and then- this is what i really liked - my boss formally introduced me to Tim. In that conversation, he gave me credit for the entire project. Granted, it's true, but i didn't expect my boss to say that. AND, to say that's he's trying to keep me. AND for Tim to tell me I'm on his list of resource issues.
Hopefully, to borrow a term from Livea, I'll be absorbed. And able to afford living 1) alone and 2) in the city.
I have hope.
ah, right.
i am very VERy excited about my new acquisition: OS X.
i can't install it until i return from california, as the laptop is in queens. but positively ready to explode to test. wheeeeeeee!
alison hooked me up, and i handed of D&G glasses that tarja's friend elfi had given her. when i was in finland last summer I tried to wear these glasses, but looked so stupid i couldn't do it. alison, on the other hand, looks fabulous in them. thank goodness. it's a shame to toss glasses that someone paid retail for in the bottom of the closet.
there was something else i was going to say...
what was it?
oh, there's lots. it's coming in bits and pieces. i picked up a phone book for erin last night in the lobby. (last one). and took forever finding a cab. we were on the street with all the other folks who came out of broadway shows desperately trying to grab a cab. we found for alison, but then i trudged over to times square in defeat. i took a break in mcdonalds (which conveniently supplied me with munchies:), and tried again. FINALLy, this dude picked me up. which i tipped accordingly. in a drunken stupor, i was generous with my cash.
here's how tipsy i was:
i had taken 20 dollars out of the atm last night, and was dismayed to see only a balance of 20 bucks.
er, granted, my balance is low, but it's not that low. tsk, tsk. read the correct line.
funny how the morning always lends perspective.
i was very pleased to hear from alison that omer thought i was ok. i was so worried he would find my not, well, not. you know what i mean. OH! and i am positively DYING to tell erin and livea alison's fantastic news.....which, I will hold off on spoiling (no, she did not get married in vegas).
new idea cropped in erin and livea's absence: instead of a villa in italy next summer, how do we feel about a cruise on a private boat off the islands of...turkey? or somewhere near there. i have to ask about that again. it came up while we were at vintage. i don't think any long trip is going to work for hovanec as she's planned her vaca days out already, but, knowing a local certainly presents opportunity...
la la la...i have to sprinkle hints...remember to alison how many times she's been to canada. hmmm.
Gorgeous, frantic, friend, dream, smooth, goddess, diamond, moment, is , blue.
Words on erin's fridge. Lulling you into a persona that is simply divine, no?
... and then Sausage
Ha. the thing is, i totally find that appropriate:)
Come back already!!
smoke and mirrors
man, can you imagine how Joe Trippi feels today? Working and growing a group from nothing to well, something...only to have someone else named to finish? I'm not sure how I feel about Dean, but, was surprised the change in guard. It's like having a new pitcher step in. Hmph. Interesting.
so, i have to tell my brother why i keep calling scooter's girlfriend amber. (that's not her name.) most importantly, that's not what i've been calling her directly. actually, i have successfully avoided calling her anything when she picks up the phone. i stick with the safe "Hi!, how's it going?" and "so sorry to keep calling. i am pest" type of lines.
i have a mental block. you knew that. mental defect.whad'ya want buddy?
sorry:)
so last night was an unexpected boozing expedition at a farewell party for someone who has surprisingly been saying good things about moi to other folks. i dragged alison along as the token celebrity, which was a nice mixer amongst the crowd. (sidenote: why did i think - as i remember- that drinking whisky after beer was a good idea?? i NEED orange juice AND lots of carbonated beverages right now.)
it dawned me the other day that this blog was one way for me to catch the goils up in their world travels on my little piddly local adventures. speaking of which, i have been very impressed they managed to send any email so far. i laughed at the monkey story. stepping back - erin and livea are off 1/2 way around the world, as i put it, shopping. KIDDING. (but i did use that line last night;) so or my other loyal blog reader, trisha, they started in thailand, and will be gone 2+ weeks. craziness.
so the gig last night was for cindy's going away party. it was funny, b/c i was actually remembering more names than my boss did of folks in the business unit. (take that mr. california!).
poor alison was waiting and waiting - because of my boss. he has no concept of time. at 5.38, he needed 5 more minutes. and then at 6.20, he was "ready".
we left the office at 6.40.
i told alison to meet me at 6.25, as i was going to be there at 6. enough buffer time to shake a few hands, and sense the mood of the crowd. but no. instead she was sidelined on the side of the bar (on 46 b/w 8th and 9th at a place i've been to before but can't recall the name right now...). afte rmy boss bought us two rounds, other folks bought rounds. i kind of had assumed it was the generosity of financial services, men, etc. turns out, the senior honcho dude had an OPEN tab for the party.
nice. so if you work somewhere for seven years, that's not shabby. consider, if you will, what folks used to do to celebrate during our parents era. stody dinner parties are not for today's workers. cracks me up. aside from trisha's circle of friends, everyone drinks. we all seem to think it makes us funnier, but we all know, snicker, that's not the case.
...and i lost my train of thought. i should shower and get ready for work.
,insert name, she has thick skin
so that's a positive compliment i heard tonight.
har.
and we all campaigned for a future job. and now i know the big dude is aware o f my presence. so flattering/ adn for those of you who know --- m y boss is willing to provide a referendce - but not - ahem - get this - the development manager.
f. thank .s
i'll remember that lesson.
when is workign 80+hours a week a good thing?
not for folks who don't give out references.
bite.
moi.
Ha.
whatever.
nigth!
thanks to the t-shirt mama for patronizing, and being sucha host. fun.
resist the pizza, resist the pizza
so the vicous downside to living at ho ed in her absence is the incredible array of culinary delights available with each step.
i was *this* close to buying pizza.
ok, two times in the course of two blocks.
but then i remembered the horrible sight viewed on sunday.
sigh.
the thighs.
from the back.
and then.
oh, it's so bad,
the gut.
Homer is back.
As in Simpson.
I have the figure of a yellow pool pin.
Zeee carbs must go (at least for a while).
So since yesterday i've eaten only Atkins approved food.
Booooooooooring, but yet very filling.
As I told my brother tonight, the only way i'm wearing a bathing suit at the beach is by doing the coverall dance. You know, the one where you walk well covered to your beach. (ahem, waddle). And then drop trousers while laying down?
Geez.
Weirdness
ONe, the brother is too busy(?) too call me back? Eh?
And two, Hall Kinion's job board seems to be down. Tad irritating. I just wanted to have a look. I've just spent the past few hours tweaking and posting, and customizing. Blah blah blah. Show me a job.
Hall Kinions was the first "real" recruiter I used to find a job. Although they could have negotiated a bit stronger, the thought was still there. Granted, this was during the hey day of the internet boom.
sweet bubble gum
it must have been super late by the time i got home, based on the time stamp of my last post. geesh! no wonder I was laying in bed so late. i was contemplating getting up, when the phone rang in the kitchen. after a bit of fumbling i called alison back. we're on for tonight, meeting omer and heading to vintage and then corner bistro. i am having a fun saturday. absolutely no work. just resume and lounging.
but first, let me tell you about friday.
my boss is convinced i'm interviewing as i showed up in my swanky freshly dry-cleaned pin striped pants and vest. eh, let him think that. so i was at work a total of 5.5 hours yesterday, when i convinced the dev team to come with me to playwright. 1) i was meeting other folks from work there and there's always late - where's the fun in waiting alone? and 2) it can't hurt to have someone else buy you drinks;) As they're Indian, they won't allow a woman to buy them a drink. Sometimes the cultural divide works for you.
We're sitting over there having drinks when in walks my boss. He was looking for the same folks I was waiting for. He chugged his one beer and left at 7 (w/o the crowd having shown up). Course, as soon as he does that, they start trickling in...and out cut my guys. (They can't stand crowds.)
I'm not in a typing mood, so I'm going to quickly summarize the rest. And how best to do that? By what i was drinking:
- another murphy's stout (SO good!) bought by rajeev
- another murphy's stout c/o eden (interesting 34 year old brit who actually has fascinating conversation and listening skills)
- another murphy's stout c/o the bartender
If you're counting, that's four drinks already. Continuing along our merry way, we embark in a non-taxi ride to a karaoke bar somewhere in the 50's. No idea. But it was on the second floor of some kooky restaurant, chock full of funny, weird people.
- enter warm sake - round one
- round two
- cosmo
- horrible sea breeze
- vodka tonic
Not sure why the folks didn't believe, when I insisted on leaving. Cab ride home, well, to erin's apartment, and I'm loving the solitude. There's something to be said for living along. It's awesome!
Alright. I'm going to goof off until I'm ready to shower. I really want to pick up a d-link usb wireless connection thing, and will have to hit a few stores befroe i find any stock. it may even involve a trip up to 86th st.
ugh.
bad, bad, lack of an alarm
saturday i buy one that functions outside of my cell phone.
i willl never oversleep b/c of nokia.
so horribly embarrasing.
but restful.
will talk later.
cha-chas.
ew
extreme makeover has a scary woman on who has:
- a third nipple
- crumbling teeth
- and the worst lisp ever
puts my pudge in perspective. geesh.
so there's lots of movement going on these days. i was going to call trisha D tonight, but waited too long and don't want to interupt tv watching. (how funny am i?) instead i caught up with tricia, about my imminent trip to San Diego. That's right, low airfare and a what-the-heck-attitude have me flying out Thursday of next week, returning to NY Tuesday, the first week of Feb.
I've also done a fair job of letting folks know i'm in the job market. the big b. was horrified that "i was about to walk out the door." (of all people.) the annoying news is that none of the existing morgan stanley folks can provide a reference, but, there are many a consultant (like myself) who have offered. always a good thing.
i'm heading out tomorrow night for some drinks with work folks, and may, shhh, end up at a club. we'll see. the dilemma is deciding what to wear. i'm thinking crisp professional top, with bitchy heels.
i have the oddest feeling ... the girls are en route to thailand, and i'm not sure what to do with myself for such a long period. e. has generously extended the use of her apt (which i'm making use of tomorrow and saturday...and chunks of the coming two weeks). i'm on schedule to do something silly with alison saturday, and sunday is for me to head back to queens.
eck! they showed the nubs of the woman's teet before they fixed them. ewwwww.
weird, weird, weird,
so when the food spitter with an eating disorder heard I was out in exactly one month, he was shocked.
appalled.
the little dude actually stopped his instant messaging, and walked over to *gasp* talk to me.
he couldn't understand why my contract would be ending, nor why it was a surprise to him.
and then ---
when i went over to deliver a t-shirt to the soon-to-be-departing, i was told I have "a strong work ethic".
well, duh.
i guess staying online and awake during conference calls while folks were traveling the world helps.
nice to hear, but nothing has been formally presented.
sigh.
on the plus side:
- the brother is en route home
- i posted my resume on hotjobs last night
it took me way too long to post, but i had such a hard time narrowing down what the hell i've been up to for the last few months. no major editing to previous listings on the resume, just a hard core look at the recent round w/the financial services dudes.
on one hand it's too generic, on another, i'm moving away from the IA world. listing everything out has a calming affect....and it's mind boggling to think of how many emails one person can send in the course of a day. bleh.
whatever happens, happens for a reason.
Gimme back my organ donor card
I missed the bombshell of an article MSNBC had up in November about face transplants . If I'm dead, i don't mind sharing my squishy inside. But my face? er...
I'm waiting for Dateline NBC's report on the same topic.
Rub-a-dub-dub
From Fine Living, I heard about Scrub Your Pup. Pay money to wash your dog and create the mess outside of your apartment.
Sorry, this is a Chicago-only phenom.
Soft Light
In addition to the furniture swapping that went on earlier in the weekend (oops, Friday), tv and radio are now (finally) in the book shelf expressly purchased for this reason.
And for anyone interested in knowing, a cable box will still work when placed on it's side. The worst part of the swap was hammering in the U-shaped clips to tuck the wire in the corner of the wall/ceiling. No matter how hard I try, I inevitably hit a digit or two with the hammer.
The other thing I'm tickled pink over is the shelf installed under the large mirror. It's puuuuurfect to place cosmetics on.
Latest roommate scoop:
You'll never guess who offered their guests Kettle and Tonics last night.
That's right.
My booze when they damn well have two bottles of higher price point stuff in the fridge. I don't think they anticipated me coming down to forage for my own Saturday eve beverages, based on the girl's expression. This is why people stock their homes with stuff they're not sure they'll ever use. But not M &F. Eyeroll. And I love the audacity they had incomplaining about the state of the limes. They were MY limes.
Bite me.
Saturday
Hey, so the price of a cab ride home may be as steep as living on the upper east side. But when you're home, you're home.
I woke up this morning and had diet coke to quench my thirst, took great joy in using someone else's tp, and am presently watching old movies on TV while doing the morning surf. I absolutely LUV my mattress. And now that I've rearranged (as an interim step to moving the TV to the enternainment case), watching TV is much easier when it's not on the floor. i have to head to PC Richards today to pick up cable wire and the little hook things to nail it into the wall.
Ugh, I just realized that means I need to bring the tall ladder up from the basement.
What a pain.
I have work to catch up on, but not now. I'm too busy watching VH1's Awesome Makeout Moments".
Right
Like any sane person would respond to this guy's room share ad , which really is an ad for stupid women who will sleep with scum bag.
Eck.
Hookie
Y or ie?
Last night I was snuggling with a boy man that is not normally my supposed type. It started with timid looks shared in passing. Then the innocent first set of kisses, polite yet jarring. The caresses that send a tingle down the spine, a shiver through the body. And the warmth that comes with laying next to someone else.
Wearing my betty boop PJ's appears to be conducive to sweet dreams. Or perhaps going to sleep with the knowledge that an alarm is not going off in the wee hours of darkness.
When I woke up this morning, I so wanted to go straight back to my dreams.
Geez.
Must keep an open attitude when we go for drinks tonight.
Right.
Anyhoo. I am home, wearing a mask, and organizing my life. After working 14 hours I just was not up to the cold this morning. I will catch up over the weekend, without the constant ring of the phone. If you need me so much, one would think an offer would be forthcoming. And since everyone is focused on the meetings in Tokyo now (last week it was the preparation for Europe), I suspect my needs will fall to the wayside. As livea said, when the time comes you hope people will do the right thing, but can't ultimately count on them. It's impossible to recoup your personal time once it's gone.
Side note: I can't tell you how irritated I was the roomies had done no shoveling. Zippo. That's right, compact it so it'll never come off until the temperature rises. Hey, and while you're at it, stack up the dishes so the cleaning service will take care of it.
This morning I was telling E how rude the boy was being to the girl. There was a tantrum about his shirt not being available (the girl takes care of his laundry). And then, oh, you're not going to believe this, he tells her they should walk on separate streets on the way to the subway.
SO
He steps away and calls a car service to drive him in to work.
Without her.
She was no where near ready, and he was preparing to leave without her.
Good lord.
Spoiled.
Child?
My typing is apparently disturbing the cat, who eager to discover my fresh comforter, is now branding his fur permanently onto it. He's soo cute, it's difficult to boot him. Hell, I find the bed comfortable, I can't imaging the difference with his normal napping locale. (the couch, floor, blanket, any random spot. the parents of the feline have never puchased them floor pillows. meanies)
I want a cat. Kitty. Puppy.
sigh
3 Degrees
I was only outside today a wee bit in the a.m., when the snow was fluffy.
I poo-poo'd E when she said it was bitter cold. I, with my super walking comforter would not encounter more than a chill on my gloveless hands.
WRONG>
Walking only 3 streets down, and an avenue and a half over, was horrible.
Guh. There were tourists fresh out of show in front of me at 47th, who were wearing light fall gap jackets. No Hat. No Scarf. Nothing. Except, perhaps a few cocktails. It's dangerous out there. It's cold enough that I'm wearing my flannel footed Betty Boop pj's my mama bought me for my birthday. I never wear a lot of clothing at home, as the roomies crank the heat up to 70, 75 degrees.
(Yes, and we wonder how the gas and electric bill can be so high.)
New form of torture:
Moving the salt grinder to my food area.
I will gripe about that irritant at some other point. Right now I'm so tired I have to get some sleep. I was online at a wee hour sending mail for work (6am), and then I left for the office at 8.30am. I left work at 10pm. I'm not used to working marathon hours.
Night.
The only thing worse than drinking stale water
Is taking what you believe to be a is a drink of stale water, and realizing (too late) that it's flat low-carb beer.
UGH.
Gross.
That's how I started my day Monday. Not so stellar.
never really played hard core, but
AsSeenOnTV.com
Alison! Check it out - they have a broom version of the brush I bought for cat hair.
Drumroll.....the One Sweep Broom
Note to Self
Done List:
- Mirror - delivered to moron #1
- Dog walked at ungodly hour of 7.21 am (Sunday (!))
- Toilet paper provided as gift by loving parents after dinner
- Parents shown the wonders of Arte de Pasta
- Work email queue addressed with LN
Things to remember for eternity:
- "moron" as in "A stupid person; a dolt." - not the city in Argentina
- morons will always be morons
- dogs should not be allowed - or encouraged - to sleep during the day.
- no one else gets their butt up to work on Sunday. If you do it, you're also a moron. Actually, with a capital letter.
Oof.
Yesterday my Dad dropped off the uber expensive mirror at chez Moron. Flora asked him to leave it in the front room - you know, the screened in porch? Right. So, if you open the door too quickly, or are not paying attention, it's really easy to hit the newly replaced mirror.
But as I told the Dad last night. I don't want to hear a damn thing about it anymore. It was delivered, and what happens to it forever more is not my problem.
The only good thing about that, is that I wasn't there for the handoff. Countless gray hairs were kept at bay by me being in Manhattan. Plus, not seeing either of them is also good for my health. I'm going to call EHo and inquire if I can crash here tonight. I actually have to go into the office at 9pm, and need to be in the office early Monday morning.
Bleh. That's giving me a headache already. I'm going back to sleep for a little while.
question
where's the heat?
brrr.
MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm
Burger. Scent of cheeseburger to be specific.
And to think I was worried the dog would suffer trauma from my arrival yesterday. She was so excited to think there was food in it for herself she was jumping into the sweater.
Taking a step back, I left work later than intended b/c there was a queue of support related email sitting in my in-box. I braved the bitter wind of an extra two city blocks to enjoy a cheeseburger and an order of cheese sticks. Dinner, no? Three bucks. I wasn't really in the mood to cook, or eager to wait for delivery to arrive at Erin's apt. So Mc'd's it was. In hindsight, I could have eaten the same off of Macdougal. But whatever. So when I showed up here last night I smelled like food. The poor dog. So close - but nothing to show for it. Anyhoo. The walk with the pooch was amusing, and even though it was cold, its just funny to watch her wiggle her butt when she walks. OK, so I don't get out much;)
I had a hard time sleeping last night, and may pick up the bottle of night time nyquil when my parents and I drop off the mirror in queens. I'm not used to street traffic noise. I started reading The Three of Us last night, and actually wouldn't mind reading more of any book. it's been a while since i've done any fun reading. THe only problem i'm having right now is trying to type. I hooked up my work laptop since I couldn't figure out the wireless set up here. (for whatever reason, there was a strong connection to the linksys thing, but no internet was found.) i have a host of wires leading over to the couch, and the dog is hogging up most of the couch. i've got my arm leaning on her head, which is better than it was before...when my arm was supporting her head. i think er'n's right, in that the dog finds the laptop to be competition. and yet she allows the indignity of constant tapping and jostling involved.
sigh.
weekends are good. especially when there is no smoking to wake me up in the morning.
Look!
When it used to be warm and one could fall asleep outside.
I want to go to Mexico.
Actually, any beach would do.
I'm envious of the carefree day I had when we went wine tasting with the Cornell club. So weird, everytime I think about it w/o pictures all I can hear is the grating voice of the annoying freshly-minted grads sitting nearby. Then you find pictures of pumkins, and it's a whole new world.
Alright. Kotek, maybe some tea, and then the lights are out.
Important People
Dr. Drake Ramore & Dr. Tara.
Ok, so her "real" name isn't Dr. Tara, but I call her that! Imagine...a single, smart, good looking woman moving where......? New york! This one is a hoot. That's T & E standing almost next to naked cowboy guy (almost sounds like T&A, heh. ok bad humor.)
Ladies, Do We Recognize Them?
Ok, fess up.
Who owns these keys? I'm not sure if they're Trisha's or Erin's.
I know. I'm a horrible person. But these things happen to ... people who have mad cow disease.
er, right.
So I'll either day of brain rot, or in front of a garbage truck. Which is worse? Alright, alright. Drama, drama. But I'm in a pickle. I don't what the hell I have going on here. Keys, boxes. Crap. Disorganization is not good for anyone. And what am I doing this weekend? Working on the piece on paper. There will be no distractions. There won't be anything to play around with except the dog. And well - oh, you know by now.
Dude, I don't know what the boy is yelling about downstairs. He's on some stupid conference call and in teh middle of a rant. What a freak. Bleh.
Thuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrssssday
One Square. Just one square.
Ok, so perhaps there's a smidgen more, but not much. Oh, what, pray tell, will they do?
Ah ha ha ha ha ha.
hmph.
Much better. The satisfaction level has risen over the bile, and I'm pleased by the predicament I leave them in.
And, b/c I know how much it annoys them, I took eons in the bathroom ... when I heard them coming in the front door (the one where I bolted the top lock), I stepped in. Who knew it could take so long to freshen up?
Oh
And choosing to ignore all the bread that was in my sandwich from last night - I gobbled down tortilla chips doused in cheese sauce as dinner. not to forget the flan that i prepared on sunday eve. (which, by the way, is still very good.)
I'm looking forward to not being here over the weekend, and focusing on nothing but the very-important-piece-of-paper.
ok.
niquil-ing-out
Sucka
Not so happy right now. The last two work days have sucked.
I'm happy to be home, showered, and laying in my pajamas. Annoyed at myself for breaking a week of nail-biting. I didn't even realize I was doing it, bam. Too late. Think of the Nailtique down the drain;)
I need to dry my hair and go to sleep. Can't as I'm on the phone listening to the Mom.
Winter sucks.
Being pudgy sucks.
Being in a crappy mood sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks.
When Trisha called me today at work I sounded so indifferent. But she asked me a very direct question (any news about a job?), and I couldn't say a peep with the neighboring cubicle folks. Plus, guess what, I was in a foul mood. Oy. Michele was nice enough to forward the apartment info my way - but without any inkling if new income is on the horizon, i'm not sure if moving is such a good idea. Yes, I hate my existing situation. And yes, moving into the city in the west village would be amazing. And so would the rent, and the girls sound nice. But what the hell do I do when/if I go back on the dole? Er, at present, rent is not so high, and the dole would cover it. The move would cost me money (as I would have to hire movers). Since I've only been working 3-4 days the last few weeks (holidays, flu, etc.), my paltry paychecks have fallen even further. I'm hesistant to even call the girls if I'm not in a position to make a decision. Duh, irene. Of course you can't do anything. I'm torn with indecision and stupidity with one too many things these days. I really shouldn't go out, when I have nothing to show for myself. But then again, hanging around solo isn't good either.
Dude. I need a happy pill. And something new. Like change. Stability. Isn't that ironic? I, yet again, don't know what i want/need.
Bleh.
Diamonds are a girls's best friend
That - and when local trains remain local.
Today, when I left work at a bit before 8, the objective was to be abode-sized no later than 8.30. In walking to times square i carefully selected my entrance, only to be foiled by construction. Next time: 41st and broadway. Only. Not 42nd. Headshake. Otherwise there's an extra set of up/down stairs, an escalator, and/or a bunch of wheelchair accessible ramps. UGH. So close, but no cigar.
Anyhoo, taking the local from 42nd, I was assured of a mind numbing ride home. Only when I was jostled at Queensboro by the sound of closing doors to hear,"Next stop 61st st"
NO, no, no! Next stop should have been 33rd. And off to Woodside I went. Ok, so it's only two extra stops. But it's two extra stops both ways. The point was to avoid standing on the Queensborough Plaza in the cold. Instead I stood on the Woodside Plaza. (The one where I can hop onto the LIRR.) Oof. That'll take the energy right out of you.
As my mood was already sour, I called Cingular. Turns out i'm exactly half way thru my 2 year contract. To upgrade to a smaller phone, I'd need to sign on for an extra year. Or pay through the nose for a phone at market price. RIGHT.
So the insurance I have will cover a replacement. Considering how the phone I have presently sucks (and Cingular doesn't distribute it any longer), my reward for paying $3.99 extra month is paying $50 of a deductible (plus shipping), plus the days the phone is "stolen"...where I can't use my minutes (but would of course be paying for them regardless).
The other delightful option that I learned? My minute plan is way old. Instead of the 3000 minutes anytime for night/weekends at $3o whatever a month (plus taxes, taxes, taxes), I could have 5000. But when can you change your minutes (without resigning)? Within six months of joining a plan. Not whenever you feel like it. Not like they promised in order for me to sign up in the first place. UGH.
Hate them. Hate them. Hate them. Such good business. Love that we're building a relationship. (Even if all the other options also suck.) I feel like ranting.
But instead will go to sleep. Long day ahead. Early meeting. (9am is early.) And (!) I have the class at Vintage tomorrow eve. Very excited.
Alright.
Hugs.
Was it just me, or did Matt lose control of the interview this morning?
Croc hunter says he'd do it again
Do you think other folks from Beerwah, Australia drink the same cool-aid?
Towels
I finally crammed a towel in the bottom of my door, so it wouldn't smell like weed in my room. It was bugging me, so I tried it. Assuming the smell would seep through the sides of the door, I had low hopes. Wrong. Success.
The worse part is that I actually contributed to the increase in smell. Like a moron I paassed on a referral for a new source to the awful roomies. Instead of heading into Manhattan for an illicit drug dealer interlude, delivery essentially rings their doorbell. Oy, vay.
I had conflicts sharing the cable modem yesterday. Earthlink wasn't recognizing my computer, and wouldn't release an IP address mid-surfing. Must remember to ask for a freebie from Alison on changing my mac OS. It would be nice to finally use the wireless card I bought eons ago. With all the other software I've been shelling mucho bucks out for, i'd prefer to mooch (ahem, beg:)
UGH. It's chilly, and I'm not exactly motivated to schlep to work. Rain. Bitter cold projected for the eve? Eck.
I'm sad
Take Me Out closed tonight.
Trisha took me for my bday, but I didn't realize until it was over - that it was over.
:(
Is it odd that something so special can make one feel so bummed?
sigh.
Poisson
Even though I had nothing to do with it, check out the monster of a fish my brother caught:
Sisterly Pride. That's one hundred and thirty one pounds. Tuna.
YUM.
up close
who sleeps with the lights on anyway?
i have the worst cramps ever. i'm laying down desperately waiting for midol to kick in, but i'm also torturing myself watching tori spelling in something called Awake to Danger. Whenever you see junk like that, you have to wonder what kind of financial loss her Dad takes each time. Eck.
Changing the channel. God, I hate laying around feeling horrible. Lounging for entertainment is one thing, convalescence another. especially when there's something fun i could be doing.
