Thursday, September 30, 2004

HA! I Win

You know that mouse? He's dead.

Turns out this is the mouse that made off with a trap about a week ago. I had set the trap and it just ... disappeared. I figured that I'd caught part of a mouse and he'd limped off dragging the trap behind. Turns out, I was right.

When I folded up the throw rug around the bucket and flipped it over I heard the thunk of a dead mouse. Upon closer inspection (a few drinks and the unemployed boy next door standing by my side made me bold) we discovered that wee mouse was missing a front leg. When I find that missing trap, I'll find the leg.

Apparently Mr. Mouse has been dying a slow death for the past week. But he decided to stick it to me and made sure I was aware of his suffering. Tough shit. I set two more traps. Details in the morning.

"The Country" - A Poem

this is an audio post - click to play

Grrr ...

Today sucks.

First the mouse in the house. Then I was late for my morning appointment. Then it was raining as I left my luncheon, and I didn't have an umbrella. And what the hell was in that rain? The self tanner I'd put on this morning (in anticipation of the party on Saturday) was bleeding into my white panty hose. Come on, plain old water shouldn't make that run, should it?

I'm not going back into the office. Screw it. I'm in a pissy mood and I don't need to share it with anyone. I want to bask in this negativity all by myself.

Still not a peep from you know who. Not an email. Not a voice mail message. Nothing. Thanks for all your good advice. Makes me wish I'd been sharing some of the details all along instead of pumping it into that infamous 'other blog' since May.

I'm going to pick up a few things around here, maybe check on that mouse and then go to the gym where I'll sweat off some of this anger and frustration. Channel myself in a positive way. I check in with y'all later.

This Is War

I went down to the laundry room this morning to grab a pair of panty hose off the drying rack. As I rounded the corner my sharp eyes spotted something on the rug. It was a mouse.

I turned the light on and it didn't move. I observed it from a distance and it still didn't move. It appeared to have its head buried in a fluff of lint. I slowly moved toward the mouse, just hoping it was dead and I would deal with it later. It stirred. I swore.

I went to the porch and got a bucket. The mouse was still in the same spot, in something of a stupor. I put the bucket over the mouse, grabbed my panty hose, and ran. I'll deal with it later.

I was okay with mice running around the old part of the basement, the place I only visit occasionally. But here, in my laundry room - out in the open in broad daylight ?

This is war.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Stubborn. Obstinate. Contradictory. Ornery.

Good words, all. Makes me think of Amanda's MWOTD.

But actually, these are the words I would use to describe myself today.

You see, a certain friend who shall remain nameless but whose identity you can guess if you've been reading this since the beginning has been incommunicado for the last few days, and it's pissing me off (ornery).

And so I'm returning the favor (stubborn, obstinate), even though it's killing me. Childish? Perhaps. Necessary? Probably.

See, the person I'm referring to is a married man. Someone who I care for very deeply, but who doesn't care for me with the same depth of feeling. He's in the process of trying to negotiate a separation agreement with his wife, and it's been a long, difficult process. She told him a year ago that she wanted a separation, but she expected him to move out. He tried to work on the relationship (that one last desperate, futile effort) and then when he finally said, enough's enough, I want out, she did a 360.

What? You want to divorce me? Oh, boo-hoo! I'm not ready to be divorced. Now give me half of everything including your future earnings.

So, you see, it's been a difficult road. But I thought they were coming to the end of the line, and that maybe we could start to socialize with each other outside of the work day. That was my hope, and it was dashed when he told me that he couldn't come to the party on Saturday. I understand, but you know what? I'm disappointed.

And if this were a real relationship, I should be able to tell him that. But no, I'm like most other women out there - I'm thinking about his feelings and making excuses for him like "He's got so much going on, he doesn't need me giving him a guilt trip about not coming to the party."

As much as I tell myself I'm not waiting around for him, I am (contradictory). Every time I see the new mail icon flash on my desktop I wonder if it's from him. He sent a video file around to several folks at the end of the day yesterday and I didn't acknowledge it. I heard nothing from him last night and nothing today (here I go rationalizing things for him again - I know he told me that he has to be careful about sending email from home; he told his wife that he didn't have email access so he can't let her catch him sending email because she wants to look at his mail file).

You know, I just wish I knew what was going on. Wednesdays are their couples therapy/divorce mediation days, and I'd like to know if any progress has been made. There's a part of me that says it's none of my business and a part of me (contradictory) that says, yes, it is my business and he made it my business when he asked for my advice and when he copied me on the draft of his separation agreement and when he over the course of the last three years has asked me to lunch on a weekly basis and when he confessed to me that yes, he is indeed having a long-distance love affair. Yes, like it or not, I'm part of his marriage.

I'm just at the point where I feel like I've given so much more than I've received from this relationship. And yet I don't want to let it go (stubborn). I've invested too much - too much time and energy and emotion.

I've often said that the one thing I wished I'd learned earlier in life was how to let go. How do you let go of a relationship that isn't working for you anymore? It took me five years to leave my marriage. Maybe I should cut my losses on this one before I get in any deeper than I already am. It's just so damn hard, because it's a basic human need - to be needed. And I'd like to think he needs me.

But maybe the better question is - do I need him?

Public Service Announcement

Attention K-Mart Shoppers:

The name of the popular HBO series is

"Sex And The City"

NOT

"Sex In The City"

Thank you for your attention.
We now return to our regularly scheduled program.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

When To Pay Full Price

Was in the dollar store tonight (got six red wine glasses, three plastic pitchers for pre-mixing martinis and my favorite toothpaste, Aim) and while it is the best dollar store ever, there was at least one item which shouldn't be sold at a bargain price.

Would you trust a dollar store pregnancy test?

Neither Wind, Nor Rain ...


Mail carrier Terry Handy makes his rounds Monday in San Marco, using trash bags for boots.
- JON M. FLETCHER/The Times-Union

Horror of Horrors!

I'm actually working on company time.

And in other news ...

... haven't caught any mice in the glue traps; need to bait?
... I drank my dinner last night
... my sister called on Saturday and I haven't gotten back to her
... it's raining again
... my post counter is stuck at 474
... only 4 days until my martini party!
... I'm bummed that Michelle can't make it to the party
... Michael is bringing a guest; his estranged wife???
... I'm pissed that Phil isn't coming to the party
... I'm totally excited that Erik is coming (and bringing two male friends - fresh meat!)
... I don't think Conan O'Brian is funny and I predict that he will totally flop on "The Tonight Show"
... I don't actually watch any of those late night shows
... The trainer at the gym says I need to burn 500 calories every time I work out in order to lose any weight
... I'm just killing time here waiting to see if Phil wants to go to lunch
...
...
...
... I think I've wasted enough time waiting for Phil

Monday, September 27, 2004

one-upmanship

Michael saw Richard's response and upped the ante with this:

"One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough."

- James Thurber

Richard Rocks

In responding to my party invitation, Richard wrote:

"When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have the second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me."

- William Faulkner

Living In A Fantasy World

Reality bites. I much prefer my fantasy world.

The one where the man I love would notice that I look especially ravishing today and say, "Mmmm, you look especially ravishing today." And then he ravishes me.
The one where I don't have to work for a living.
The one where it's easy to lose that extra ten pounds.
The one where it's 70 degrees and sunny all the time.
The one where I'm not disappointed in myself, my life.
The one where my friends don't have to worry about their health.
The one where I know what I want to do with my life.
The one where I make money by sitting here in front of the keyboard pounding out my thoughts and introspections.

Yeah, well, reality check girlfriend. Actually, I'm not that depressed.

Because the sun is shining and it will be close to 70 degrees today.
Because I live in a cute little cottage and I can walk to work.
Because I have fantastic friends who support me even when I make stupid decisions.
Because I have parents who love me and who have been married for over 40 years.
Because I have money in the bank and I don't need to worry about where my next meal is coming from.

Okay, so the complaint list is longer than the thankful list, but hey, it's a start.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Indulge

I'm indulging myself.

Taste testing the Blue Moon martini. Eh. Guess I'm not much of a gin drinker. But I didn't let that stop me from finishing it.

Watching old episodes of 7th Heaven.

Maybe I'll get around to showering. Or doing laundry. Or doing my filing. Or maybe I'll just sit here and get silly drunk.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Sometimes You Just Need A Good Cry

It's been building all afternoon. I'm not sure why. But it just spilled over.

I needed to cry. I've just had it with everything. My job. My personal life (or lack thereof). The distance between me and my family. I'm blubbering like an idiot, like a pre-pubescent teen right now. It's giving me a headache.

I don't know where I'm headed and that scares me. I mean, come on, the only thing I have to look forward to is this freakin' party next weekend. How lame is that? Maybe it's the alcohol. I finished off the last of the cosmo martinis earlier tonight.

I was at the gym earlier tonight and I just wanted to stay on the machine and go and go until I couldn't go any more but I didn't even have the energy for that. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, where I'm going. I almost dropped in on the Ex earlier tonight. I just needed a shoulder to cry on - but I didn't. I knew that the comfort I needed wouldn't be found there.

I've got to pull it up from somewhere deep inside. I know that I have good friends who I can lean on, but I still need to muster the strength from within. Okay, I'm starting to feel better now. I really need to stop drinking during the week - the Cosmos make me crazy. Good to know before the party next week.

Where is that goddamn fairy godmother when you need her?

Picture Perfect

Today is just a picture perfect day. It's nearly 70 degrees, the sun is shining and it's just beautiful. What I wouldn't give to have weather like this year round! There is a possibility that I may take a really long lunch and go for a drive with the top down ...

4:15 pm Alas, the ride with the top down did not materialize.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Update

Kenna: 3
Mouse: 3

Mr. Mouse got bold and came out during the daytime to finish up that half glob of peanut butter and he got caught. I didn't want to look, but I did. His eyes were open and had a surprised and sad expression. The peanut butter clump was hanging out of his mouth. Into the garbage he went - trap and all. I stopped at Home Depot on the way home and picked up glue traps and four new snap traps. I fully expect to fill them all.

The Score

Kenna: 2
Mouse: 3 or 4

Trap #1 was unsprung and the peanut butter was half eaten. Trap #2 was nowhere to be found. It must have sprung and caught part of the mouse and s/he limped off with the trap still attached. I didn't have time to start moving boxes to look for it. And if it was still alive ... leaving it there all day ... well, let's hope it's not alive when I search the basement tonight.

Phil recommends buying a bunch of these cheapo traps and just throwing them away mouse and all instead of removing and rebaiting. Sounds like a plan to me.

In other news ... did I tell you that yesterday the director of HR stopped in for "two seconds" and offered to assist me in my job search? After all, that is his job and he wanted to offer me his 25 years of expertise. Is it just me, or was this a not-so-subtle kick in the ass? "Let me help you find a new job so we can move on ..."

I understand the perspective, but let's call a spade a spade, okay? Don't come to me with an offer of assistance - if you want me to leave sooner rather than later, fine, but what's in it for me? Offer me a buyout, and I'm gone.

And to make matters worse, my ally in the HR office, the one person who I do trust to tell it to me like it is, just got a new job (with a $12,000 increase!!) - and I served as a reference for him. He says he'll keep his eyes open for me, and since he'll be working for central administration rather than here on one of the campuses, at least I can still keep in touch and he can tell me when they are trying to blow smoke up my ass.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

The Score

Kenna: 2
Mouse: 2

One dead mouse trap #1. Trap #2 was empty, sprung, and about 2 1/2 feet away from where I placed it. I'm wondering if I caught part of a mouse (tail? paw?) and he dragged it to where he was able to escape. Ugh - now I have to empty and rebait.

How many mice can there possibly be?

Monday, September 20, 2004

A Warm Conspiracy

this is an audio post - click to play

Kenna: 1 Mouse: 1

Frilly is not the only one.

I've got a mouse in my house. Well, one less mouse.

Over the summer during my absence, my landlord moved a few of my things into the basement, including my buckwheat hull wrap. When I moved back in and found my basket of stuff, the wrap was mysteriously empty. Great eats for mice, no?

So last night the unemployed boy next door helped me set two traps in the bowels of the basement. This morning, the one baited with cheese was there, unsprung, and the cheese was missing. Mouse: 1

The other trap, which had been baited with peanut butter was sprung, and the lifeless mouse was attached. Kenna: 1

Where there is one, there is another. I'm setting the traps again tonight and this time it's peanut butter all the way, baby!

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Potent

Just had a cosmopolitan. It's a type of martini. Being the conscientious hostess that I am, I've taken it upon myself to taste test each and every martini that I plan on serving at the party. I only had one and my lips are numb.

Next up: the Blue Moon.

Another 'Hallmark Holiday'

Sunday, September 19 marks the beginning of National Singles Week. So come on, show me some love.

Another Side Of Me

I'm fascinated by geeky things.

(Link courtesy of matt.fotter.com)

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Friday, September 17, 2004

Thursday, September 16, 2004

OOTO

Yeah, I was out of the office today. So I'm posting on personal time.

I'm going to be traveling tomorrow and I was debating about taking my laptop with me. The hotel has free internet connection, but you know what? I'm going to be on the road for five hours, show up at an event and make nice, and then be in the hotel room for an hour or two tops before I go to bed, so why bother lugging the laptop? Think I'll do an audiopost instead.

It's always nice to have something to look forward to, yes?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Hypnotic

The sound of my tires humming on the pavement and my turn signal click-clacking as I coast up the long cloverleaf exit ramp.

I Know There's A Name For It

I can't put my finger on it ... it's a syndrome ... or something.

Why is it that the more determined to leave my job I am, the better I seem to be doing my job, and thus I start wondering if it's such a bad gig after all?

It's just weird. I've really started to turn up the heat in terms of talking openly and honestly to people I know about my job situation. I had a conversation with my boss on Monday, and he said he didn't have a problem with my talking to others here at work, or in the community. And he reiterated for me why my contract isn't being renewed, so I have a better sense of why I'm leaving (voluntarily or not). And now ... now I seem to be really cooking here. I'm actually getting things done and feeling good about being productive.

Maybe this just means that the end is near - things are coming together for me and change is in the air.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Working (!) On Blogging Time

Would have posted sooner, but work got in the way! Had an hour long (!) staff meeting and then I was pressed into putting together some information for an attorney and trying to figure out how to tell a board member that the photos he sent us for publicity purposes were awful.

Have a business related (sort-of) lunch that I need to prep for now. It's an old(er) retired faculty member who has hit on me in the past. I was very direct and told him that while I enjoyed having lunch with him from time to time, I was not interested in pursuing a relationship. He took it pretty well. I've heard that the hinted at separation from his wife has taken place, so I'm prepared for him to make another pass at me. All I'm interested in is letting him know my job situation and asking him to let me know if he hears of a position for which I might be suited.

But I do look awfully cute in my black short sleeved turtleneck sweater and black/white checked skirt that falls just above the knee ...

Monday, September 13, 2004

Eerie

Know how I prepared my will over the weekend? My mom emailed me this morning and said:

"Dad and I lost our hairdresser yesterday. She died after a car accident early Friday. She was only 45. We both feel bad as we considered her a friend as well as hairdresser. We are hoping Doreen will be able to pick us up if the shop can survive. Tammy was the owner so that raises a lot of questions for all the gals who work there. Tammy gave her heart and soul to establishing a successful business."

Let's hope Tammy had a will so that her family and friends know what her intentions were with respect to the business, among other things.

So Sayeth Zach Braff

"A great sad song to listen to over and over when you're in the sad song on repeat mood is: Rachael Yamagata, "The Reason Why". Please buy it on iTunes and don't steal it. Not for any other reason than if you're reading this I like you and I don't want your Karma to get all fucked up because you stole a song from a struggling artist."

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Serious Business

I just purchased a will from LegalZoom.com - something I've been meaning to do for over a year now. So easy and yet so difficult.

Steve Breen's Been Reading My Blog

Or so it would seem based on today's "Grand Avenue" comic strip.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

1,095 Days Later

It dawned on me as I was driving back from Lowe's this morning ... I heard this mix on the radio, and there was a voice over of James Earl Jones and patriotic music. I realized that today is September 11, 2004. Three years since 9/11. I'm not very patriotic, but I felt chills running through my body, and a few tears welling up.

Not only was it three years ago, it was three years ago to the minute. It was 8:55 a.m. on my clock - roughly around the time that the first plane hit the first tower, yes? And do you know where I was 1,095 days ago today?

Lying on a table, getting ready to give blood for a regularly scheduled blood drive. The rest of the day was a blur. Time stood still and people were glued to the television set. People started showing up to give blood, and we tried to accomodate everyone, but the Red Cross staff was only prepared for a certain number of donors.

By noon, the governor had sent all state employees home, but I stuck around trying to help the Red Cross staff finish the blood drive. And I really didn't want to go home alone. I had actually just moved into this house, and I didn't know my neighbors yet. Looking back, I'm glad I didn't spend the day in front of the television, watching the news coverage. I was a little immune to the shock that everyone else was feeling.

A lot has happened in the last three years. Most importantly - life has gone on. I can't do anything to change what happened that day, I can only look forward and focus on what is to come.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Lest You Think I Was Working ...

No, I haven't actually gotten much work done today. Have been sluggish ever since I had that beer with lunch. Am going to have some hair of the dog and go out for a beer after work too. And then dinner with the unemployed boy next door. Let's see ... he volunteers at the food pantry on Fridays ... wonder what overstocked item he brought home with him today?

I just scheduled a massage for the 20th. I haven't had one in ages and I really need it. Probably more pent up stress than I realize. And I plan on doing a lot of yard work this weekend and will follow it with a 10 hour round trip drive next weekend, so I will really need it.

And Barrie, I haven't forgotten about the promised audio post.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Oops!

I just went back to the deli and paid for lunch.

It's this small lunch counter, and as I waited to place my order, all of a sudden a line developed so one of the owners stepped out front and took my order. The girl at the counter was busy taking the orders of folks behind me, so I sat down. They brought me my lunch, I ate it and left.

Just realized a few minutes ago that I hadn't paid for it. So I walked back and did so. Counter girl was very surprised, but I knew I couldn't stiff the check. I go there at least once a week if not twice. Plus it gave me a chance to walk outside where the rain has stopped. Now it's like a sauna out there. Guaranteed - it will rain again before the end of the day.

Spotted Plates

More in my sporadic series of personalized license plates:

USAUNITD

I'm not very patriotic, but I liked this one. It would be great if we could pull together as a united nation and do the right thing.

O2BNMAUI

I've seen this one around town before and followed it home last night. I mean, I didn't follow the owner to his/her home, I just followed it until I turned off onto my street. And yes, I would much prefer to be in Maui today because - you guessed it - it's raining again. But I suppose it could be worse - I could live in Florida (which normally would be considered a good thing, but what with Charley and Frances and Ivan, not so much).

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Well, It's About Time!

Been waiting all damn day for Blogger to come back up and start answering when I call.

Just came back from a ... what shall I call it? A pre-interview? A practice interview? Just met with the HR director at a local advertising agency. They are actually a fairly big firm (113 employees) for this area, and they specialize in medical/pharmaceutical work. I certainly don't have the brains or savoir faire for that, but I could play a role in project management or administrative support. No positions that are suited for me now, but she'll hold on to my resume. At least I put myself out there.

In other news, there is no other news.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

What the ... ???

In the past 24 hours I have gotten over 100 hits from people looking for information on the Duggar family. Including one from the Washington Post and the United States Postal Service.

Folks, I don't have much information. What I've got can be found here and here.

(30 seconds later after I googled "duggar family" myself) Ah, now I get it. There was a story about them on the Discovery Health Channel last night.

Weekend Wrap-Up

I mentioned how tired I was after catering on Sat night, but I didn't mention the Friday and Sunday parties, so here goes.

Friday I was invited to a "Married With Singles" mixer and I went even though I knew that the only person I would know was Ken and that we were not interested in each other whatsoever. Turns out I knew one of the couples there, and I chatted with another guy who might be a good contact person as I try to find a new job. I also met Doug, and we are going out to dinner next week to get better acquainted. Some of the other singles took it upon themselves to take names and email addresses, and I just got an email asking whether I might be interested in getting together as a group in early October. Turns out they are looking at the date that I plan on having my party, so I invited them all to come. What the hell - the more the merrier. And it's not like I haven't invited strangers to my party before!

On Sunday I slept in a little and then went to Wal-Mart and bought 20 bags of mulch and 200 pounds of top soil. Yes, now that I'm back in the house I've got to pay attention to the yard work. As I was heading home I saw my friend Richard on the road and I was surprised because I thought he had planned on being out of town this weekend. So I called and invited him to come with Susan and I to the BBQ at Mary's place. I left a message saying I wouldn't accept any excuses, but I thought he would blow me off nonetheless. Imagine my surprise when he showed up! Had a lovely evening taste testing martinis and was home in bed by 10:30 or so.

I didn't think the martinis had affected me, but I was a little fuzzy on Monday morning. I dragged myself out of bed and to the gym. Felt marginally better afterwards. The plan was to do some yard work, but I really didn't feel like it and then John called and asked me to lunch. I've been avoiding him for months, and so I relented. We had a nice lunch, and then I spent the next two hours explaining to him that although he thinks I'm the right woman for him, he's not the right man for me. I think he understands, but it's just easier if I don't see him because every time I let him back into my life, he keeps asking for more.

So. Back on company time. Did a few things this morning. Now I'm just wasting time until my lunch date shows up. I could use a nap.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

What Is In My Vitamin?

So I went to the local GNC yesterday to stock up on supplies during Gold Card member week when I get a 20% discount. I needed a multi-vitamin and the clerk sold me this MegaWoman vitamin, said it was the best thing since sliced bread.

Except it turned my urine neon yellow. What the hell is in this stuff?

I Ache All Over

Catering is exhausting!

I helped a friend cater a party last night and I am whipped. Actually, if I think about it, I put in a full day's work - starting at 5:00 p.m. Preparing mushroom caps, taking the crudite and dip down the long stone path to the party tent, circulating with hot and cold hors d'oeuvres, constantly refreshing the chips and crackers, and passing out napkins.

The food was fabulous but the most popular item? The pizza bagels and cocktail weenies that were intended for the kids. There were some pretty damn big kids swarming all over me when I tried to set that basket down on the kids table. Setting the food out was a mistake, but that's what our hostess told us to do even after we told her that the adults were finding frozen pigs in a blanket more tasty than shrimp, brie and pesto filled mushrooms, goat cheese filled eggplant, crab cakes (made by grandma with her secret recipe), chicken satay and bruschetta.

Yes, the frozen pigs in a blanket were irresistable.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Hallmark Holidays

I have a Hallmark card box in which I store generic cards (mostly purchased from Current) for all occasions. As I went to pull out a birthday card this morning, I actually read the divider card for September.

Did you know that September is National Potato Month? The good folks at Hallmark recommend creating a recipe circle with your friends:

Write your favorite potato recipe on a card and pass it to your friend, she adds her favorite spuds dish and passes it on until it's full. Make copies of the finished piece and give everyone a copy.

Gee, thanks. What would I do without that little gem of an idea? But wait, there's more:

Unique Days and Ways to Make Others Smile

Wife Appreciation Day - third Saturday in September
Slip a note in your husband's favorite book reminding him of this unique day.

[NOTE: no hints for husbands here; the hint is for the wife to remind her husband so he can go out and buy (natch) a Hallmark card]

And here's one for Amanda:

National Good Neighbor Day - fourth Sunday in September
Place a card with a complimentary note inside your neighbor's mailbox.

[NOTE: I may be wrong, but isn't it a federal crime for anyone except the postman to place anything except mail that has been handled by the USPS in a mailbox?]

Don't get me wrong - Hallmark is a great company and they have the best selection of free e-cards out there; I use them all the time. Just got a chuckle out of these sexist hints and tips.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Party, Party, Party!

Just got a last minute invite to a singles mingle tomorrow night.
Am going to a party Saturday night (okay, I'm working it as a server, but still).
Have been invited to cocktail party/BBQ at my friend Mary's on Sunday.

Party! Party! Party!

It must be the martini glasses.

Those Were The Days

Found via the Next Blog button ... makes you just giddy when compared to today's prices.

Accounting For My Time

Had an informational interview with an old acquaintance this morning. Basically, he tried to scare me away from ever wanting to work at an ad agency.

"Everyone thinks it's glamorous and fun - that working here is one big brainstorming session where we toss around wild ideas like beach balls. It's a lot of hard work and long hours. And being an account exec, I have to account for my time in 15 minute increments."

Can you imagine if they actually asked me to be accountable here? Maybe I should try it sometime just to see what a 'typical' day is like.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Back in Business

I did it - I'm home!

Wasn't sure whether or not I would spend the night here, but how could I not? I've got the whole house AND my wireless internet connection. Just updated the dates/times on my audio posts. Without sound at work, I assumed that I just had a duplicate post, but now I realize that my lost post was indeed found three days later. Whatever.

The unemployed boy next door welcomed me home with a bottle of wine. I've unpacked three out of four of the tubs of clothes and will get to the last one shortly. I'm so excited to be back in the house!

One And A Half Loads Of Crap ...

... have been moved. One full load out of the apartment and into the house. Another load out of the apartment and into Trucklet during my lunch hour (thus the half). I am so hoping I can get this done in three loads. Who knows - I might be sleeping (and blogging!) in my own bed tonight!

In other news, I have an informational interview tomorrow. Really, it's just an old friend doing me a favor by letting me drop by his office. Still. You never know. Even if his company doesn't have a position for me, he may know someone who knows someone who is looking for someone with my skills and talents.

If nothing else, I could become a professional party planner. I've got the martini glasses.