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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

What's The Frickin' Point?

As if job hunting wasn't bad enough, why do some people send interest e-mails only to dash your hopes one you've opened them? I've gotten several e-mails already stating that they have seen my resume on [fill in the job site--Monster, Careerbuilder, Indeed, etc.] and they really think I would be a great match for a job they have open. Then they go into what the job is. I've gotten posting for a night shift security guard at a juvenile facility, three for a home telemarketing business and one that claims I can earn up to $5,000 in one week--granted it never mentions what I'd have to do. You know, they like to tell you you're actually housing cocaine mules after you've given them your information for the W-2's.

With all of these crappy e-mails, you'd think my objective statement read, "Here is my experience. I now lay my hopes and dreams before you for you to crush or piss on. Enjoy." Bastards!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Now For Something Completely Differnt.

Once back form the shortest interview I was in kind of a funk. I wanted to go to the gym but didn't think working out while completely distracted would be such a great idea. I went for a run instead. I recently discovered there is a nifty running path by our building. It's not a very long loop but good enough when you just want to run and not think. I think I ended up doing four laps around before I realized I was getting awfully tired and it was starting to get dark.

The good thing is that I was so distracted by the replay of the shortest interview ever that I didn't even notice the lazy-ass burn (or fat-ass burn) until I got into the building. But all was good shortly after. I got the inspiration to make turkey lasagna after discovering a new supermarket in the area with a really nice meat section. Aaron even liked the turkey sausage I used to line the bottom of the dish. It goes back to him being Jewish. While he doesn't keep Kosher at all, it's still hard to shake the life-long aversion to all things pork or pork-like (except hot dogs. He outright ignores what those are made of. Don't ask, I don't know). I am breaking him in though. He really likes turkey bacon and now really likes chicken and turkey sausage. Huzzah! score two for the Gentile!

Result...

Hurm...

Well, I wish I could say it went well with more confidence. The fact is, I have no idea how it really went today.

I answered their questions intelligently, not too many pauses, "ums" or "ers" or so much as a "like" anywhere in the conversation. I highlighted my strong points, was honest but positive about areas where I think I need to build on and I closed by giving them an idea on how I would handle an issue being handled by that office. I luckily read the only NYC newspaper that mentioned it. He said he really liked my idea. He also said that they had narrowed the field down to two and are looking to decide very soon.

The downside, I only had fifteen minutes to do it all. He was running late and he had to run to directly after my interview. I hate not being able to get a better read on people.

At least I can say that given the amount of time I had, I did my best. I just hope it was enough.

Inhale, Exhale... Repeat

I'm a few hours away from the interview. I have all I need to bring with me printed up, I've read what I need to know and a bit more. All I need to do now is have another cup of coffee, perhaps watch the telly and try to relax before I have to jump in the shower and get dressed. It sounds simple. Too bad I keep forgetting where I keep leaving my coffee mug (as if I need another); can't keep still long enough to let anything on the air sink in; and why am I referring to a TV as a telly? When did I officially turn British?

Yes, this is the kind of morning I'm having. I woke up too early because I set my alarm earlier than I needed, fully anticipating I would be playing several rounds of Press Your Luck with the snooze button. Of course, I didn't, I woke right up. It was as if someone shot me up wtih a heaping dose of caffine just as Katy Perry went into her chorus.

Oh hey, it think I see my mug, it's on top of the telly.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Ah Yes... It's the Return of The Crazy

Aaron had to call me out last night. As most of you know, when I get stressed I clean obsessively. So yesterday as I was letting things I learned (points to hit during my interview on Monday, etc) run over in my head, I began cleaning. Aaron made the booboo of getting in my way a few times and insist I let him help. This just throws off my rhythm. BAD.

So I kinda started getting progressively snippy with him, till it got to the point where I just told him to "get the fuck out of my way." He let me go about my business and after a few hours I was back to normal and the place was friggin' spotless (even the linen closet got the full work over, refolded, resorted and looking like it's ready for display in Martha Stewart Living). I tried talking to him and he was snippy as hell. I then made the booboo of asking him why he was so friggin' snippy with me. Yeah it wasn't pretty. He went off for quite a while.

The problem was that the previous day I asked that he and his brother help keep the place tidy during the week. I don't like having to come home and find dishes all over the house and having the bathroom look like a can of shaving cream exploded. What he didn't understand was that this kind of cleaning has nothing to do with my crazy, big cleanings. When this happens, I will not speak, much less ask for help, unless of course I'm trying to move the book shelf to dust behind it or something equally nutty. I've told him before that when I get into that zone, for his own good, don't bother me. His brother did the smart thing, he hid in his room. But yes, poor Aaron was confused and was trying to help and didn't recognize what was happening. I felt bad.

I apologized and all was good again, but still, bad things happen when Ms. Crazy comes along. Poor guy... perhaps I'll making him a nice steak dinner, or take him out tonight.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Who Knew...

So I have to actually go to my parents place upstate tomorrow. They have a bit of a problem with the boilers in one of the rental houses so my Mum has been up there since Wed. I have to bring my Dad up there tomorrow, wh ich means I have to miss the second Twilight party. But I am lending the Edward cutout poster to spend time with the other ladies.

Funny how things work out in certain ways.

Woo!

YESH!

Aw, "Don't call it a comeback. I've been here for years. Rockin' my peers, puttin' suckas in fear, makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon. Listen to the bass go Boom!"

Sorry, that's just the song that popped in my head a few seconds a go, well, that and the opening riff for ACDC's "Back in Black." I'm kinda feeling a bit on the bad-ass side today. I just got the e-mail for a second interview to follow up on the one from yesterday. Woo! Loves it.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Update on Interview

I rocked it. Now lets see what happens. :)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Fighting My Inner Bartleby




This is another epiphany entry (just so you know).

For most of my life I knew that I got along with men. Growing up I had more guy friends than girls and for the most part, that still true. Recently, however, I’ve been hanging around a lot more women and even more recently, the reasons why I chose to keep more male friends dawned on me.

I don’t like the Queen Bee types or those who perceive themselves as Queen Bees. These are the women who must have all social events circulate around them and insist on being the ringleader at all times and usually fancy themselves as the leading authority on everything. It had never occurred to me until oh, say, last night while trying to figure out what I was brining to a party this weekend. I’m all for the party, I’ve just been fighting a Bartleby The Scrivener-like response to the thought of going to this Queen Bee’s place. The party in question was the brainchild of another woman but the QB soon said she could host everyone at her place since she would otherwise not be able to make it, and had since then changed the date once. But whatever.

As I said, I have been looking forward to meeting up with other people at that party but have also been saying to myself that I would much rather be with my group of friends and that’s when it hit me. I compared the women I like and my group of friends and the QB and the difference stood out. The women I formed any kind of bonds with are not fussy or demand all eyes at all times. I like them because although they vary in girly degrees, from all-out priss to adult tomboy, they are all chill people, sort of like a man.

I mean this in the most positive sense, mind you. I mean, men’s attitudes are very laid back and for the most part wouldn’t give a rat’s ass if they weren’t the center of attention unless they had a specific role or task to accomplish, or they were gay. But I’m strictly talking about straight men. See, I think growing up surrounded by guys, this kind of rubbed off on me and the way my personality formed. Put a man in a room with a QB and you will most likely get an eye roll after a little while, or she would be perceived as a total nag. And I think this is kind of my response to the QB’s. Huzzah, it makes sense!

… By the way, if you’re wondering what the hell I mean by Bartleby The Scrivener, it’s a Herman Melville piece he wrote after Moby Dick. Bartleby’s most famous line, and I think only lines were, “I’d prefer not to.”

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Interview Scheduled

Huzzah, I have an interview scheduled for Thursday. It's politically-based (I know, I know), it's a slightly lower title than I'm used to and the pay is slightly less (about 5K) than what I was making, but it is a frickin job and if I get it, damn it I'll make it work. It beats not making anything and having to pay bills.

So once again if you don't mind, good wishes, fingers crossed, and thumbs tucked in. And here we go again. WooHoo! :)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Thanks Cathy

These are some of the pics from the Twilight party.

Thanks Cath

Weekend Update

Recap of the weekend.

Because I was a bit preoccupied keep track of the men’s NCAA Tourney, here’s a quick recap of the weekend.

Friday:
Got up and felt like my head was full of cotton, yay allergies!

Sent out resumes to places, cleaned and wrote out more thank you cards.

For all of two minutes considered going into Manhattan for the Twilight release party and meet one of the movie’s stars but decided against it.

Saturday:

I woke up early decided to jog to the Barnes and Nobel to pick up my movie.

Into the first five minutes of running in the chilly morning I felt the fat-ass burn badly—It’s what I call the way your skin itches when you go running after long periods of inactivity. I mean, inactive enough to really think your muscles have atrophied.

I ignored the itch long enough to be the first to make it to Barnes and Nobel. Once there, I tried my hardest to scratch the top of my butt and thighs without looking like a complete freak. Hopefully, I looked like I was trying to warm myself up while waiting on line outside. By the time they opened, there were about five other women there. We all looked at each other, kind of nodded but kept our eyes to the register. We didn’t need to further acknowledge that we were all holding the Twilight DVD and in some cases the soundtrack as well.

The party at Michele’ was far more fun than I could have imagined. Nothing beats a night out with girls who are all on the right side of the crazy line (By “right,” I mean closer to shit house rat crazy). The viewing party turned into an episode of MST3K before the movie even started. Don’t get me wrong, we all loved the movie (except for maybe Tam, but I suspect she really enjoyed it because of what we did to it.)

I also added to the madness by having everyone watch Adam Sandberg’s “Jizz In my Pants” song which actually became part the evening’s dialogue.

In addition to the movie, we also had a fun time getting creative with the Edward Cullen cutout poster I got. I knew that thing would be nothing but trouble. I was right. :)

Sunday:
I slept. I was feeling pretty icky- allergies came back with a vengeance.

I managed to make it out to the gym, but went back to bed shortly after.

NCAA Bracket

Wow... I really wish I had money on this. After a slightly rocky start, my picks are still doing okay. The Western and Southern region are actually back on track. Go me!

I didn't have Kansas getting into the Sweet 16 in the Midwest but then again I also have B.C. in there. As for the East, I didn't think Villanova was going to take UCLA. Ah well... Like I said, I'm not doing so badly any more.

Friday, March 20, 2009

NCAA Bracket

I'm not betting anything this year (thank goodness), but I still filled out my brackets just for fun. So far I only bothed up a few picks. Luckily, none of the teams knocked out so far mess up my picks in the later rounds (Well, not yet). Ah well. Here's hoping my picks fare better later on. Go UConn!

Hot and Cold

Since we got married, things have been going very well on all fronts but lately I've been noticing a few things that have me really confused. The first is simple and I attribute it to men being color blind, but it's still kind of annoying. WE have two laundry baskets right next to each other. One is for whites and the other is for all assorted colors. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see which is which. But there it will be, a single pair of stark white socks on top of mountain of dark colored clothing. Why is this? It's not like I haven't mentioned it to him before. On the contrary, I told him when I set this system up and he thought it was a great idea since he doesn't like to sort. Eh.

But that issue is minor by comparison. The second issue is one I doubt we can ever work out. I've noticed for the last few weeks that every single time he gets into bed he likes to use the heavier quilt, but then he gets really hot. I mean REALLY HOT. To the point where he starts getting sweaty. But then he hates having the window open or when the room is cool. Actually, he turns the heater on! Blech.I on the other hand like to sleep in the cool and like to remain so while under some blankets. Whenever I get to sleep alone I crack the windows open and only use the sheet and a heavy cotton blanket. It feels like a hug. I love it. Aaron can't stand it.

But yeah, we've been having a non-verbal battle for temperature. I've been leaving the window open but in a way that you can't really see it, meanwhile he's been cranking the heater. Last night he went to wrap his leg and foot around mine when we were reading. Yes, we're like an old couple- we'll sit in bed for hours reading and blowing quick kisses to each other. It's kind of our thing. We'll usually blow two or three mini kisses in quick succession to the other, but not actually look at each other. We hardly even think about it. It's just a habit we picked up while reading. The downside is that I've gotten used to doing that while reading. So a little while back I did that on the train. I wasn't even thinking, I just kind of did it. I had to leave the car and wait for the next train. I don't even want to know what the old lady or the scary construction dude with the crazy tattoo were thinking. But I digress. I was talking about last night. So hes we were reading and he went to go reach for my leg/foot with his (we like to keep some kind of physical contact) and he jumped. He said I was freezing. I thought the exact opposite. I thought his leg was on fire. I actually started touching him all over because I really thought he had a fever.

I'm really not sure what to do to solve this issue. So far we've just been fighting over the window and sleeping under different covers while keeping an arm or a leg uncovered.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

More Jabs At K-Stew

I just saw this posted and wow. It's not even Perez saying his usual nasty things about her.


This is the like to the post on Perez. And just in case, this is the You Tube Video.

I kinda feel bad to K-Stew now. But at the same time, I don't.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Cosmic Collision



This image of a pair of colliding galaxies called NGC 6240 shows them in a rare, short-lived phase of their evolution just before they merge into a single, larger galaxy.


This struck me as completely fascinating. Once you take a step back (or several million) something even as colossal as a cosmic crash can actually look really beautiful. I feel really small. And I quote, "It's a great big universe and we're all really puny, we're just tiny little specks, 'bout the size of Mickey Rooney." I miss the Animaniacs.

Feeling Strange

Once again, Yahoo Music has been plaing appropriate music for me. I think my stank-ass mood has shooed people away. Well, Aaron is asleep, but he didn't spend a whole lot of time around me when he came in this morning. Evan has the day off but he ran off shortly after I got on the computer and started staring daggers at the screen. I couldn't help it, I hate junk e-mail.

But yeah, I've been trying to reel in the stank, and I even cleaned (again) to take my mind off of the lack of responses from potential employers, but was still feeling all out of sorts. Then the Classic Rock station played The Doors. :) It made me feel strangely happy. :)




People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange,
When you're strange,
When you're strange.

All right, yeah!

People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Alright yeah
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Cat Hair, Cat Hair, Cat Hair For Everyone

My skin is itching like mad from all the fur flying all around the place and stuck to every inch of furniture we have. Would you believe it? This fucking cat is still shedding like mad. I swear we're getting the same amount of hair off her as yesterday before the brushing and the bath. What the fuck is the deal? I have never seen a cat shed this badly. She's not even that big or fluffy. What, is she storing it somewhere then bringing it out to put all over the furniture when we're not looking?! Gah!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Kitty Bath Time

We (Evan and I) gave the cat a bath. She was not pleased. Actually, she was pissed. But she needed it. She was all natty and danfruffy. Not to mention that she was leaving tufts of fur all over the place.

After the harrowing bath which left the equivalent of a kitten of loose fur in the sink, we brushed her almost dry. This time around we managed to get a small cat from her. I swear this cat is probably now five pounds lighter. What's funny is that although she was really hating Evan and I for bathing her, she seemed pretty happy about the grooming. Luckily I med-ed up a little while ago, but I can feel cat fur all over me and I used the fricking lint roller on myself. I feel fuzzy.

PISS!... BALLS!... SH*T!

(Again) Balls! No I haven't come down with Tourette's. I got a response form Time. They said they are going to go "in a different direction." This makes me sad. Not so much that I am not going to get the Temporary job (the only reason I'm not more upset) but that I'm not going to be working as soon as I really hoped.

Ah well, back to peppering the Internet with my resume and listening to Yahoo music. I swear, this thing actually plays music that goes along with my moods. This morning it started with "O'Yer Mak'er" (Led Zep) and something else kinds upbeat, but since I opened the rejection e-mail, it has been playing progressively angrier music. It's now playing "Falling Away From Me" by Korn. Weird.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Spill Movie Reviews





Now, I know Slumdog Millionare swept at the Oscars, but the Spill reviews are what I have been basing my movie selections lately. .They're usually right on or pretty darn close to the mark. I think I may now have to go see this one.

What?


Holy cow! A smart runway model!

I'm sorry, that's not right... She isn't a human girl and she weighs waaaay too much. :)

Still, this is a pretty trippy story.

Falling Into Patterns

The last time I was unemployed I noticed something kind of interesting. I fall into odd patterns when I have too much time on my hands.

It started innocently enough, I became facinated with the Food Network and began cooking things just to see if I could do it. Then I started working out incessantly because I noticed I was gaining weight, then it got out of control and if I couldn't make it to the gym I would HAVE to work out at home and God help the poor fool who tried to stop me. Not that this was such a bad thing, I eneded up in pretty great shape, but I was definitely obesessed.

I've already started noticing the strange little patterns starting. I've been cleaning like a person with OCD. This of course made my hands and nails all messy so I've started taking extra care of the, I did my nails two days ago and I redid them an hour ago because I noticed there was a wee bit of a line left in the polish from cleaning. I need a job damn it. This whole spare time thing... yeah, I think it's making me crazier.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Oh Yes...

So the interview went pretty well. I would be doing pretty much exactly what I was doing at Newsweek, but I would only work weekdays. No weekends! Huzzah! I sent my thank you e-mail already and hopefully, I'll hear from them this coming week. They said they would like to have the hiring settled by this week, so here's hoping. :)

Picture This

Once again there is a kitty across my lap and arms. I would normally be annoyed since I'm not exactly fond of the kitty, but I feel really bad because she has been puking all day long. She's shedding really badly and making the whole place look like a kitty exploded but also she has been puking up hair balls like crazy. I know it can't feel great, so therefore, I'm letting her use me as her personal comfy chair. It's kind a nice. She's purring up a storm. The big downside is that I have been vacuuming the whole place every day and pretty much keeping the Schotchguard roller thingy within arms reach at all times.

But enough about Nabi (butterfly in Korean- her facial markings look like a butterfly). Today Aaron and I did something that I thought would be easy, but turned out to be one of the most frustrating things we have ever done. We put up pictures on the walls. Aaron's place was never adorned. I'm talking they had bare white walls before I got here. Shortly before I moved in, we painted the whole place. Most of you may or may not remember that, but of you don't here's a quick recap. Aaron though the living room, long hallway, kitchen, bedroom, closets (and doors) and bathroom would be done in three to four days. HA! It took us about one week to do the bulk of the rooms and another week to finish the closets and those doors. Aaron and his brother are smokers. They used to smoke in every room in the apartment. Also the walls were pretty beat up so before we even started Aaron found out that the walls had to be patched up then sanded before we could even start with the multiple layers of primer. My Dad is a building superintendent and carpenter so I know how to do a lot of repairs around the house. Aaron thought I was nuts when I told him there was no way in hell all of it could be done in the amount of time he estimated.

So yes, since I moved in, I have been making the place look like a home. I've been pretty successful. But the walls were still pretty bare. We finally got around to getting some photos printed, the prints we bought on our honeymoon and I have been raiding his brother's family photo collection. So now that we have frames for everything, I thought finding a home for everything on the walls would be an easy thing. HA! We're on day two of figuring out what goes where. We've got a few things up and we're pretty happy about it, but there are many walls that are under dispute. Huzzah!

I can't wait to see what kind of madness we encounter once we get our own house and have to decorate. Hahahahahaha.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Fingers Crossed and Thumbs Tucked

How exciting. I've got an interview with the rival company for my former employers. It's for a position very similar to the one I had. The only down side if that I would be filling in for a woman on maternity leave, but there is the possibility to have it become permanent. This will obviously be one of my main questions today.

Sure it's not the ideal position since I DO want a full time, permanent position, but the titles alone would make it worth the effort. Besides, the connections I can make there would also be a huge help later on down the road.

Oh yes, in case you're wondering, the lead title for this company rhymes with Mime. :) but I would be working for several of their other titles under that.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Staying Positive

I usually try to look on the bright side of life, but then there are times that I can’t help but let things creep in. Now, it could be me freaking out about the whole, not having a job thing, or perhaps it’s the lack of nicotine in my system (been five days-Woo!), but I’m really starting to feel a bit down.

I am trying the whole repeat positive things and see what sticks method, but so far, that’s just making me sounds like a parrot. So I’ve resorted to watching Disney movies. You can’t get more upbeat that that, right? I’ve watched Wall-E, Ratatouille, and I am now on Beauty and The Beast. Along with that I’ve also started practicing my forms for Tae Kwon Do. It’s been a while, but I do remember a lot, which is really refreshing. I’m also kind of prepping for when I go back to taking lessons. I was really close to getting my black belt and I was getting ready to start competing when I had to stop. But I think it’s time to get back to that and finish what I started. Besides, it’ll feel good to break things, punch the hell out of things and spar with people. I just hope the old school still has people worth sparing with.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Munchkins

It's amazing how hanging around little guys makes you revert just a little or a lot if you let yourself go.

Yesterday I found myself inside a filing cabinet box for hours. I was playing with munchkin number 5. WE were in a tunnel at first, then in a chugga, chugga, choo, choo train and finally in the end we just played the simplest game of hide and seek. He's two.

The best part of it is that I was the one who started playing with the box first. He followed my lead. :)

Now that munchkin number 1 is home from school, it's now art time. :)

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Quiet Time With Munchkins

I'm quite happy today. Since yesterday I have been spending time up at my brother's in Mass. The best part is that I get to spend time with the little munchkins (Number's 1 and 5). The best part is watching how much their personalities have changed since the last time I saw them the way they're both becoming their own wee people.

Munchkin no. 1 is definitely like my brother and I. We all have the same kind of off-beat sense of humor. This morning she sat there with just watching episode after episode of Mr. Bean. :) Love it.

What's more interesting is Munchkin no. 5. He's usually the little raging bull kind of kid. He's rambunctious and, well, he's a boy. But then there are times when he is just quiet, sweet and huggy. Munchkin number one, sweet as she is, was never really like that. Funny.

Back to quiet time watching Oswald. :)

Friday, March 6, 2009

A Conversation With the CEO

That was really nice. Today I had a chat with Tom Ascheim the CEO for Newsweek. I sat down with him to say goodbye in person and to wish him luck.

I have to say, out of all the people in his position, he has to be the most approachable and down-to-earth I’ve ever met. It’s very refreshing and I really do wish the situation were different and the company were doing better. I’ll just keep my fingers crossed for them.

He even asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask him for, in case I had a hidden agenda. I really just wanted to say bye and see if he could recommend anyone for me to talk to. Unfortunately he didn’t but he was kind enough to give me the green light on using him as a reference. So that was really nice.

I’m actually feeling pretty good about leaving today. I’ve gotten to talk to most of the people I really wanted to get in touch with. I’ll send an e-mail to the rest.

DROOOOOOL


I didn't write the "Yum" That was Perez Hilton. This is where I got this from. I love that he's all about Rob too. TEA!
I swear I went completely into oggling overload staring at this. I may have even felt steam coming out of my ears. Great googly moogly!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Mole

Most of you know that I'm pretty much not in my right mind most of the time. But damn it all to heck, there are times when I really do try to behave myself, such as when I'm on the train. There are enough crazies riding on the New York City transit system as it is. My brand of crazy would just be nonexistent by comparison.

All I have to say is damn you Austin Powers! There was a guy standing next to me on the train this morning who really tested my ability to play it normal. There wasn't anything really out of the normal when I first saw him. He was just your average tallish, thin man on the train. Then he turned. I swear it was like time slowed. I saw it before he finished his turn. There, in the middle of his slightly sunken in cheek was this deep red, almost brown mole with a teeny hair sticking out of the middle. It was about half and inch across and it stood out pretty far. I'm talking it kind of looked like a wee nipple on the dude's face. As I'm sure all of you know EXACTLY what popped into my head, you know how hard it was for me to compose myself. I tried so much harder to be interested my newspaper and the sale Macy's is having. But all I kept visualizing was Austin Powers staring at the mole and poking it with the stick. Thankfully, I got off the train two stops later so I could actually release the laugh the moment I made sure the train took off with the dude in it. Some people looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't mind. A laughing crazy person in the subway, is much better than a screaming one or one throwing shit any day.

Tasty and Toasty



The girls from work took me out last night as a farewll. We hit a great South African wine bar called Xai Xai in the city. We had a Pinotage- Southern Right ‘07 - Walker Bay. I've never had a Pinotage before but damn it was it lovely. We also got their melted cheese bowl (Yuuuuuuum)-also lovely. I think this is a place to take the girls next time we're all in the city.

But yes, apparently I liked the wine quite a lot. I didn't think I was drunk. I was quite happy. But this morning Aaron greeted me with a "Hi drunkie." I didn't see him last night since he had a band rehearsal but I called him when I was on my way home and when I got home. He said he could tell by my voice alone that I was a little tipsy. What's funny is that I made an effort to sound stone cold sober. I didn't want him to freak out about me taking the train while happy. Ah well. At least the wine made me really not mind the long ass ride (all the trains were running local) and the usual train crazies.

Oh yes, and this morning to my complete surprise, I woke up without the slightest hint of a hangover. Huzzah!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Looking Forward

Aaron’s band has a gig in April!

I’m still not exactly sure where he’ll be playing but it’s on April 25th. He and the guys decided to do a few more shows just for the hell of it. I’m pretty excited about it. I missed the last show so I’m really looking forward to this one.

I am so excited. I ordered Aaron a birthday cake from Magnolia Bakery in NYC. They are best known for their outrageous cupcakes, but I decided to go more traditional and get him an actual cake. I’ll leave the cupcakes for when the girls get together.

On the job front: I’m taking home the smaller items today and tomorrow, leaving items that will require a box till Friday. Other than that, I’m still responding to posts, sending out resumes and keeping my fingers crossed on one hand and thumb tucked on the other.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

What's In a Name?

Huzzah! My name has officially been changed.

I got my new social security card and next I get to hit the DMV then finish changing everything else. Just in time too. This way, all my documents should match if and when I start getting job interviews.

I have to say, this whole looking for a new job thing, yeah, it sucks ass! Ah well, at least I have some money coming in for leaving my job nd I shold be able to relax for a few days before I return to scouring the city for something new.

The other bright side of this is that I can actually have time to get back to writing. I still have that certain unfinished short story. I now have a notebook full of scribbles, doodles, ideas and rubbish that I'd like to try to fit into the thing. It's all a matter of getting it to fit. The problem is, I know the moment I sit down again and read what I have so far, I'm going to tear it to shreds. I've alreayd done it at least three times. I can't tell you how much that bastard has changed since I first sat down.

But yes, as I've promised some of you already, the moment I have something I find acceptable, I'll let you read it. Till then, I'll just have to see where it goes.

Alright kiddies, I must get back to Miss Elinor Dahswood and Mr. E. Ferrars. Good night.

The Shiteous Global Economy.

Thank you Perez Hilton for the perfect phrase describing the affliction of the world.

So yes, I am now four days away from officially being out of work and still, there is no sign of a new job and I am getting a bit freaked out. In fact, it has actually started interfering with my sleep and sexy time! Not good at all, especially on the latter point. The last time, I was in a grumpy-ass mood so it took poor Aaron a damn long time to even try dropping hints. Then, after I finally understood what he was getting at, all I kept thinking about was where I should send my resume next and what I should do to the resume to tweak it. This of course was before the, ‘oh, I better not get pregnant,’ thoughts. Not that I’m opposed to the idea— I’m actually looking forward to that— but being preggers now, without a job, oh, that’s just asking for trouble. Grr...

Monday, March 2, 2009

Awesome




Okay, I had no idea it was Dr Seuss's birthday. Thanks Google!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Music, Etc.

Today is one of those days that actually ended up really, well, cool.

Despite getting to work a bit late and leaving a little later than I wanted, I still had enough time at home to clean a bit, relax, read and best of all I discovered a new channel. Aaron updated our cable package and although we don't have the move channels yet, we do have some extras, namely, VH1 Classics.

I was originally flipping through the channels to see if our cable provider put FitTV back but who cares. I stumbled on the channel and they were airing a documentary on The Who! Awesome! Now they're playing a live concert from 1970 with the original line up. Ah John and Moony are there and it is glorious.

But this got me thinking about ym musical preferences which I describe as schizophrenic, at best. So here in no particular order are some of my favorite older (pre 1980) rock bands (and rockish) and performers as well a bit of an explanation as to why:

The Doors
Led Zeppelin
The Who
- Roger Daltrey is still one of the sexiest men I've ever seen.
The Rolling Stones
Aerosmith
- Walk This Way is one of the first rock songs I ever heard. I grew up in a fairly strict Christian home. So when I first heard that opening guitar riff, I was completely blown away. It was dirty, brazen and unlike anything I had ever heard.
Queen - I'll never forget the first time I heard Freddy's voice. I loved it.
Grateful Dead
Iron Butterfly
Pink Floyd
Jefferson Airplane
Moody Blues
AC/DC
Van Halen
(both with Sammy and Roth)
The Kinks
Blue Oyster Cult
Come on, I like them for more than Don't Fear The Reaper. Cow Bell!
Creedence Clearwater Revival So many damn great songs.
Doobie Brothers
Dave Clark Five
Elvis
- Young, old and dead. Love him.
Blondie
Janis Joplin
- I can't tell you how much I wish she hadn't died before my time.
The Ramones
Black Sabbath
David Bowie
The Beatles
Wings
John Lennon
Cheap Trick
Jimmi Hendrix
Eric Clapton
The Clash


Now, of course there are many more out there. But if I were to get into individual songs and open the list to all genres, I'd be here forever. Honestly, these are all the bands that really helped mold my personality early on. Meaning, as soon as I discovered there was a whole world of music out there that wasn't "church music," fluffy, or the God awful house music the guido/ guidette kids listened to in the Bronx and much of New York City during the mid 1980's, I was pretty much in love and quite altered.

Thank goodness I had an older brother with decent taste in music. I can't tell you how often I would raid his cassette tapes and records and just listen for hours. It pretty much started with Aerosmith and Van Halen. As I got to know these bands(Aerosmith mostly), I slowly got into older and older music and kept going. Now, I quite literally listen to anything and everything. Including current music. I still prefer good ole Rock N Roll but that can't be helped.