This made me anxious. Excited, but more so anxious. Who are these people? Where are my boys?? Aaaaaaah!
Old faces, new uniforms
Hello, my name is ...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
going, going, going up
We have bad elevator politics going on in my building.
I need to set this up by saying that our elevator is the. slowest. one. in the WORLD. There are only six floors in my building and between waiting downstairs for one to arrive and the trip up, it could literally take 10 minutes. At my old job, I could go from the lobby to the 21st floor in less time than it takes to get to the second floor here. No joke.
And they're forever breaking down. You know you're in danger and which one to avoid for a couple days when they begin to shake. To make matters worse as the breakdown nears, the doors will take many excrutiating moments to open as the gears jostle to engage. Once a week you'll hear the alarm bell being rung by some poor soul who probably doesn't realize they're not really stuck, the doors are just taking their sweet ass time to open.
All this to say that there are folks who work on the second floor who wait around and take the elevator. They can see that the elevator is currently on the 6th floor and wait wait wait. They could've been at their desks had they taken the freaking stairs! And who wants to subject themselves to the audible groans of the other riders when we see they press the 2 button? We burn holes into the back of their head with our eyes and cast forlorn glances at each other. When the elevator doors finally close on them someone will undoubtedly remark on the lack of consideration. "I'll never get those 3 minutes back!"
It would be one thing if these people had a physical ailment preventing them from taking the stairs, but that would be an abnormally large cluster of people suffering from busted knees or asthma.
There is one guy who goes out to smoke his butt, gets a plate of sausages, fried eggs and hash browns and a giant Pepsi and then comes and waits for the elevator. Hey, buddy, put down the butt and heart attack on a plate and take the stairs. Do your body some good!
I often tell myself that maybe I should start taking the stairs to save myself the time and frustration. But that's six whole flights. I'll take the drama.
I need to set this up by saying that our elevator is the. slowest. one. in the WORLD. There are only six floors in my building and between waiting downstairs for one to arrive and the trip up, it could literally take 10 minutes. At my old job, I could go from the lobby to the 21st floor in less time than it takes to get to the second floor here. No joke.
And they're forever breaking down. You know you're in danger and which one to avoid for a couple days when they begin to shake. To make matters worse as the breakdown nears, the doors will take many excrutiating moments to open as the gears jostle to engage. Once a week you'll hear the alarm bell being rung by some poor soul who probably doesn't realize they're not really stuck, the doors are just taking their sweet ass time to open.
All this to say that there are folks who work on the second floor who wait around and take the elevator. They can see that the elevator is currently on the 6th floor and wait wait wait. They could've been at their desks had they taken the freaking stairs! And who wants to subject themselves to the audible groans of the other riders when we see they press the 2 button? We burn holes into the back of their head with our eyes and cast forlorn glances at each other. When the elevator doors finally close on them someone will undoubtedly remark on the lack of consideration. "I'll never get those 3 minutes back!"
It would be one thing if these people had a physical ailment preventing them from taking the stairs, but that would be an abnormally large cluster of people suffering from busted knees or asthma.
There is one guy who goes out to smoke his butt, gets a plate of sausages, fried eggs and hash browns and a giant Pepsi and then comes and waits for the elevator. Hey, buddy, put down the butt and heart attack on a plate and take the stairs. Do your body some good!
I often tell myself that maybe I should start taking the stairs to save myself the time and frustration. But that's six whole flights. I'll take the drama.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
mystery meat
An odd email from Tara:
"So I got home last night from the gym and right in front of my door were two packages of ground turkey and a family pack of chicken thighs. Not in a bag or anything. Just three packages sitting in front of my door. I literally had to kick it to the side to open the door. This morning it was still there.
So if you guys need any meat might want to get it while it is still there."
"So I got home last night from the gym and right in front of my door were two packages of ground turkey and a family pack of chicken thighs. Not in a bag or anything. Just three packages sitting in front of my door. I literally had to kick it to the side to open the door. This morning it was still there.
So if you guys need any meat might want to get it while it is still there."
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
today's lesson
You do not need a giant knife to cut a soft avocado.
I knew this of course*, but I already was weilding the biggie to cut my delicious chicken and apple sausages, and why dirty two knives? There were two dull thuds: one as the knife struck the pit and another as it struck the bone. The slice runs from mid-nail to the center of the pad.
Now I'm typing with one hand while elevating and applying pressure with the other.
While talking to Dad about whether or not to go to the ER, he said that I would probably live without going but would need to be careful about infection. He suggested a finger cot to keep it clean. "Or, do you have any condoms?"
"No!" a little too quickly. Hmmm, is that the right answer or the wrong one? Neither of us will ever know. The extent of my talks with dad about sex was in college when he was putting my bed together. "It should hold up. Just don't do any gymnastics on it." Right-o, Pop! Alright then, who needs a beer?
I sent Michael off to class against his protests. Since it has now been two nauseating, woozy hours and the bleeding resumes when I release pressure, he will be taking me to the emergency room after all.
I'm sure there will be many stories resulting from our trip to MGH. I can hardly wait.
*Let the record state that I am completely capable of getting around the kitchen and am not a clumsy person by nature.
I knew this of course*, but I already was weilding the biggie to cut my delicious chicken and apple sausages, and why dirty two knives? There were two dull thuds: one as the knife struck the pit and another as it struck the bone. The slice runs from mid-nail to the center of the pad.
Now I'm typing with one hand while elevating and applying pressure with the other.
While talking to Dad about whether or not to go to the ER, he said that I would probably live without going but would need to be careful about infection. He suggested a finger cot to keep it clean. "Or, do you have any condoms?"
"No!" a little too quickly. Hmmm, is that the right answer or the wrong one? Neither of us will ever know. The extent of my talks with dad about sex was in college when he was putting my bed together. "It should hold up. Just don't do any gymnastics on it." Right-o, Pop! Alright then, who needs a beer?
I sent Michael off to class against his protests. Since it has now been two nauseating, woozy hours and the bleeding resumes when I release pressure, he will be taking me to the emergency room after all.
I'm sure there will be many stories resulting from our trip to MGH. I can hardly wait.
*Let the record state that I am completely capable of getting around the kitchen and am not a clumsy person by nature.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
mumma
This picture does not do justice to my sweet Mumma... but I could not resist posting in anticipation of her upcoming 60th birthday and the antics that will ensue. Dear, lovely, unassuming, unsuspecting Jane.
WATCH OUT!!!
WATCH OUT!!!
Friday, February 03, 2006
baby cheating
I'm up in Wilmington right now, hanging with Baby G while Stiner and John have a farewell dinner with her old boss, Mr. J. He was a good boss, always taking her and John out to dinner and showering them with lavish gifts when the opportunity presented itself. Not like her last boss, who we not-so-affectionately called Boob, who used to fart audibly loud in his office and not excuse himself. Anywho...
My sister Liz called, asked me what I was doing.
Hanging out with Baby G. Christina and John went out to din-
You are!?!? (The you-are-cheating-on-your-nephew-tone doesn't ring quite as loud over the internet, but believe me, if I don't shower this kid with a million kisses when I see him on Sunday... psssht, dead).
Please note: I babysit my nephew regularly.
My sister Liz called, asked me what I was doing.
Hanging out with Baby G. Christina and John went out to din-
You are!?!? (The you-are-cheating-on-your-nephew-tone doesn't ring quite as loud over the internet, but believe me, if I don't shower this kid with a million kisses when I see him on Sunday... psssht, dead).
Please note: I babysit my nephew regularly.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
five weirdo things about me
With all of the tagging going on from Dooce’s last post, I’ve found some new blogs. In my browsing, I’ve found another little meme from Jen - which I haven’t been tagged for but will do anyway and will tag Laura and Kendra for because they’re the only other bloggers I really know.
Five weirdo things about me:
1. I don’t allow friends or siblings to wear items of clothing of mine that I have not yet worn myself. Maybe it comes from being the youngest of three and all the hand-me-downs that stem from that – something new was always very special. In December, Laura wanted to wear a cute little purple sleeveless number with a satin bow that Liz gave me for my birthday in November and I felt like a greedy jerk for saying no then, and an even bigger greedy jerk now because I still haven’t worn it.
2. I love to pluck. Eyebrows, toe hairs, chin hairs… on me, my friends, my boyfriend, whoever will let me near them wielding my favorite pointy metal tool. In fact, Michael recently had a stick (seriously, it was like ten hairs in one!) growing out of his face and he let me pluck it to quell my perverse passion. Now we’re waiting for it to grow back so I can pluck and examine it again. Maybe not so much “we”, but he knows it is coming.
3. I also like to squeeze stuff. Pimples, blackheads, ingrown hairs, whatever. He knows that is coming too. But like in the wild, those monkeys groom each other out of love. That’s what I keep telling him.
4. I like to have music playing when I’m cleaning the house, which is not so weird. The weird part is that I like it to be on loud in a room other than the one I’m cleaning. Not quietly in the same room, but loudly in another room. I don’t know where that came from or why really, I just don’t like to be right on top of the music source, and there’s something about feeling the loudness of the beat. Pump up the jam.
5. If I’m sleeping alone, I need to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the nearest wall and face it. If someone else is there, the urge is not so imminent, but still present. Who knows…
Five weirdo things about me:
1. I don’t allow friends or siblings to wear items of clothing of mine that I have not yet worn myself. Maybe it comes from being the youngest of three and all the hand-me-downs that stem from that – something new was always very special. In December, Laura wanted to wear a cute little purple sleeveless number with a satin bow that Liz gave me for my birthday in November and I felt like a greedy jerk for saying no then, and an even bigger greedy jerk now because I still haven’t worn it.
2. I love to pluck. Eyebrows, toe hairs, chin hairs… on me, my friends, my boyfriend, whoever will let me near them wielding my favorite pointy metal tool. In fact, Michael recently had a stick (seriously, it was like ten hairs in one!) growing out of his face and he let me pluck it to quell my perverse passion. Now we’re waiting for it to grow back so I can pluck and examine it again. Maybe not so much “we”, but he knows it is coming.
3. I also like to squeeze stuff. Pimples, blackheads, ingrown hairs, whatever. He knows that is coming too. But like in the wild, those monkeys groom each other out of love. That’s what I keep telling him.
4. I like to have music playing when I’m cleaning the house, which is not so weird. The weird part is that I like it to be on loud in a room other than the one I’m cleaning. Not quietly in the same room, but loudly in another room. I don’t know where that came from or why really, I just don’t like to be right on top of the music source, and there’s something about feeling the loudness of the beat. Pump up the jam.
5. If I’m sleeping alone, I need to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the nearest wall and face it. If someone else is there, the urge is not so imminent, but still present. Who knows…
my first meme
I’m kopykating this from dooce, the first blog I ever knew.
Four jobs I’ve had
1. Waitress at a café at the hoity-toity Wianno Club in Osterville, MA.
2. Sandwich maker at a cafeteria in a corporate office in the financial district in London –which lasted all of two weeks. I was a college grad for chrissakes!
3. Bartender at a wine bar in the financial district of London where my tips from customers were sometimes bottles of Veuve Cliquot. Much more my speed.
4. Assistant General Manager at a country club on the Cape whose internal politics were deranged by our cancer-ridden boss who still couldn’t break out of the miserable existence of his being and lighten freaking up. I mean, don’t you try to enjoy your last days/weeks/months/years and not wreak havoc on the lives of those around you? Especially by making every single one of your employees work on Thanksgiving when you know you’re going to lay the majority of them off 6 weeks later?
Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Beautiful Girls
3. How the Grinch Stole Christmas – the classic cartoon version
4. Goonies (kopykated!)
Four places I have lived
1. Princeton, MA – A sweet little house in a sweet little town in central Mass that frequents my dreams.
2. Sandwich, MA - A big house with a pool and three living rooms and the biggest bedroom I’ve ever had to make up to me for ripping me away at the volatile and tender age of 15 from the home I grew up in and all of my friends! It was very traumatic.
3. In a flat in Bayswater, London where the Egyptian landlord tried several times to grope me and even tried to lay one on me in the street… so then we skipped out and moved to Paddington with Sarah’s crazy cousin Debbie. She was a chain-smoking nurse who was so bitter about getting up early that she used to vacuum in front of our bedroom door, banging away at it.
4. South Boston, MA – home of the sloppiest St. Patrick’s Day parade going.
Four TV shows I love
1. “Oprah” – it is a blessed event to get home in time to watch it.
2. “America’s Funniest Home Videos” – tears stream down my face. Roommates watch it with me to witness the sheer delight and breathless heaving. Sounds a little sick.
3. “Scrubs”
4. “House”
Four places I’ve vacationed
1. Maui, Hawaii
2. Amsterdam, Netherlands
3. Cancun, Mexico (Spring Break baby, yeah!)
4. Dublin, Ireland
Four of my favorite dishes
1. Cheese Fondue
2. Lobster
3. Mim’s Mac and Butt (or Cheese if you please)
4. Mom’s meatball and sausages
Four sites I visit a lot
1. Dooce
2. Lala Land
3. Just me, KC
4. This Fish
Four places I would rather be right now
1. Snuggling my face into Monkey’s soft neck
2. On a walk through Hyde Park in London (kopykated!)
3. In St. John – 6 weeks suckas!
4. Hanging with my cutie nephew
Two people I am tagging (I need more friends with blogs!)
1. Lala
2. Kendra
Four jobs I’ve had
1. Waitress at a café at the hoity-toity Wianno Club in Osterville, MA.
2. Sandwich maker at a cafeteria in a corporate office in the financial district in London –which lasted all of two weeks. I was a college grad for chrissakes!
3. Bartender at a wine bar in the financial district of London where my tips from customers were sometimes bottles of Veuve Cliquot. Much more my speed.
4. Assistant General Manager at a country club on the Cape whose internal politics were deranged by our cancer-ridden boss who still couldn’t break out of the miserable existence of his being and lighten freaking up. I mean, don’t you try to enjoy your last days/weeks/months/years and not wreak havoc on the lives of those around you? Especially by making every single one of your employees work on Thanksgiving when you know you’re going to lay the majority of them off 6 weeks later?
Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Beautiful Girls
3. How the Grinch Stole Christmas – the classic cartoon version
4. Goonies (kopykated!)
Four places I have lived
1. Princeton, MA – A sweet little house in a sweet little town in central Mass that frequents my dreams.
2. Sandwich, MA - A big house with a pool and three living rooms and the biggest bedroom I’ve ever had to make up to me for ripping me away at the volatile and tender age of 15 from the home I grew up in and all of my friends! It was very traumatic.
3. In a flat in Bayswater, London where the Egyptian landlord tried several times to grope me and even tried to lay one on me in the street… so then we skipped out and moved to Paddington with Sarah’s crazy cousin Debbie. She was a chain-smoking nurse who was so bitter about getting up early that she used to vacuum in front of our bedroom door, banging away at it.
4. South Boston, MA – home of the sloppiest St. Patrick’s Day parade going.
Four TV shows I love
1. “Oprah” – it is a blessed event to get home in time to watch it.
2. “America’s Funniest Home Videos” – tears stream down my face. Roommates watch it with me to witness the sheer delight and breathless heaving. Sounds a little sick.
3. “Scrubs”
4. “House”
Four places I’ve vacationed
1. Maui, Hawaii
2. Amsterdam, Netherlands
3. Cancun, Mexico (Spring Break baby, yeah!)
4. Dublin, Ireland
Four of my favorite dishes
1. Cheese Fondue
2. Lobster
3. Mim’s Mac and Butt (or Cheese if you please)
4. Mom’s meatball and sausages
Four sites I visit a lot
1. Dooce
2. Lala Land
3. Just me, KC
4. This Fish
Four places I would rather be right now
1. Snuggling my face into Monkey’s soft neck
2. On a walk through Hyde Park in London (kopykated!)
3. In St. John – 6 weeks suckas!
4. Hanging with my cutie nephew
Two people I am tagging (I need more friends with blogs!)
1. Lala
2. Kendra
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