Ok, on a more positive side: this says everything I want to say about voting in this election in less than ten minutes AND it's funny. What's not to love?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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Now, I don't normally do this, but this is too insane for words. Thank you Rachel Maddow for calling a spade a spade.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Seriously, October, INSIDE VOICE.
Stress.
Stress.
Stresssssssssss.......
My GRE is scheduled for the morning of Thursday, October 30 at 9:00 a.m. Interestingly enough, that is also the day my company is having the grand opening party for our new project space, which--for those not familiar with the legal staffing world--is a 4000+ sq. ft. office suite where we'll be squeezing a little over 100 Contract Attorneys for document review work. This space is a HUGE deal, as we've been working on finding the location, building it out, outfitting it (Mae has been losing sleep over this for the past two months solid) for over a year.
Even more interestingly, the following day, October 31, I will have to have all of my ducks in a row because it's my last day of work for the last two months as I am PEACING OUT.
I've never tried to complete three months worth of work in one month before, but I'll tell you right now, I do NOT recommend it. When I took this job, I thought, "Administrative Assistant, that's a bullshit job! I'll never have to think about that outside of the office! I might even have time to study at work if I'm not needed!"
Ha!
How totally wrong I was. Even if it HAD been a bullshit job, now I'm the Marketing Coordinator for a growing company and my life has been completely Clutch-ified. I was at work until 10:30 on Thursday night. I worked a half day yesterday (Saturday!), and if I had been available, I would have had to work today. Now all of that is neat-o burrito for any 20-something who wants to make their career their life. Or really, for anyone who's not TAKING THE GRE IN THREE WEEKS.
I'm about a hair's breadth from a walking panic attack.
And it is SOOOOO beautiful outside. It's the kind of beautiful fall weather outside that makes it almost physically impossible for you to touch the doorknob when you have to go back inside. The temperature is so perfect you can't tell that there's any temperature at all--if you want to wear a tank top, wear a tank top! If you want to wear a sweater, wear a sweater! It's THAT perfect. There's a tiny little breath of a breeze. Not a cloud in the sky.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... ughhhhhhh.... being inside is so painfullllll... I just want to go read under a tree! Have a picnic--or better yet, grill and drink beer! Play frisbee and football! Nap in the Sun! Dig in the garden! Throw the flippy flopper for Buster! Go star gazing! I can't take it!!!
Anyway, in an attempt to save my brain and spend a little bit of time away from my desk, Tim and I went to this INSANE play called MacHomer last night. It's a one-man show by Rick Miller, wherein he reinacts MacBeth entirely using voices from The Simpsons (with Kermit the Frog and Eric Cartman thrown in briefly). It's insane and brilliant and hilarious. I have no idea how one person is able to channel literally over 50 characters from The Simpsons in less than two hours. The encore, in which he sang "The Bohemian Rhapsody" in the voices of the most annoying pop singers of the past 30 years made my face hurt so bad. Ahhh, it was great. If you appreciate the Simpsons at all I recommend it.
I'm just praying that the next 18 days stretch out niiiiiiiiiiiiice and long because otherwise I'm in big, big trouble.
Stress.
Stresssssssssss.......
My GRE is scheduled for the morning of Thursday, October 30 at 9:00 a.m. Interestingly enough, that is also the day my company is having the grand opening party for our new project space, which--for those not familiar with the legal staffing world--is a 4000+ sq. ft. office suite where we'll be squeezing a little over 100 Contract Attorneys for document review work. This space is a HUGE deal, as we've been working on finding the location, building it out, outfitting it (Mae has been losing sleep over this for the past two months solid) for over a year.
Even more interestingly, the following day, October 31, I will have to have all of my ducks in a row because it's my last day of work for the last two months as I am PEACING OUT.
I've never tried to complete three months worth of work in one month before, but I'll tell you right now, I do NOT recommend it. When I took this job, I thought, "Administrative Assistant, that's a bullshit job! I'll never have to think about that outside of the office! I might even have time to study at work if I'm not needed!"
Ha!
How totally wrong I was. Even if it HAD been a bullshit job, now I'm the Marketing Coordinator for a growing company and my life has been completely Clutch-ified. I was at work until 10:30 on Thursday night. I worked a half day yesterday (Saturday!), and if I had been available, I would have had to work today. Now all of that is neat-o burrito for any 20-something who wants to make their career their life. Or really, for anyone who's not TAKING THE GRE IN THREE WEEKS.
I'm about a hair's breadth from a walking panic attack.
And it is SOOOOO beautiful outside. It's the kind of beautiful fall weather outside that makes it almost physically impossible for you to touch the doorknob when you have to go back inside. The temperature is so perfect you can't tell that there's any temperature at all--if you want to wear a tank top, wear a tank top! If you want to wear a sweater, wear a sweater! It's THAT perfect. There's a tiny little breath of a breeze. Not a cloud in the sky.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... ughhhhhhh.... being inside is so painfullllll... I just want to go read under a tree! Have a picnic--or better yet, grill and drink beer! Play frisbee and football! Nap in the Sun! Dig in the garden! Throw the flippy flopper for Buster! Go star gazing! I can't take it!!!
Anyway, in an attempt to save my brain and spend a little bit of time away from my desk, Tim and I went to this INSANE play called MacHomer last night. It's a one-man show by Rick Miller, wherein he reinacts MacBeth entirely using voices from The Simpsons (with Kermit the Frog and Eric Cartman thrown in briefly). It's insane and brilliant and hilarious. I have no idea how one person is able to channel literally over 50 characters from The Simpsons in less than two hours. The encore, in which he sang "The Bohemian Rhapsody" in the voices of the most annoying pop singers of the past 30 years made my face hurt so bad. Ahhh, it was great. If you appreciate the Simpsons at all I recommend it.
I'm just praying that the next 18 days stretch out niiiiiiiiiiiiice and long because otherwise I'm in big, big trouble.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
*cough cough*
Here are the circumstances under which I actually kind of LIKE to take a sick day:
1. It's rainy outside and leaving the house would involve bundling up, carrying an umbrella, and possibly a change of shoes.
2. The illness is readily cured by over-the-counter drugs and home remedies like chicken soup, hot tea, wearing socks, taking a bath, wrapping a hot towel around your head, or pity.
3. The illness involves the following tolerable symptoms: sniffling, tiredness, fever, sore throat, sneezing, napping, or watching TV.
Here are the circumstances under which a sick day is no longer acceptable:
1. The sick day is actually three days.
2. The weather is in any way nice, not raining, cool, pleasant or otherwise agreeable.
3. The illness defies all classification/medication (defiance of medication, being the most annoying part).
4. The symptoms include a 72+ hour migraine which means light-sensitivity (which prevents the use of the TV, computers and books), aches, pains, and, if you're really unlucky anything involving vomiting, bathrooms, bleeding or anything else that might tempt you to call an ambulance, but in my case, just the Migraine and something crazy going on in my lymph nodes, which is enough.
I know I shouldn't admit it, but I really don't mind having an innocent little cold. But after three days, and the worst headache I have had in months, I am SO sick of this apartment and SO, SO sick of this headache. Besides literally being a pain, it's such a waste of time. Jana and I have been trying to study for the GRE every Monday and Wednesday and we've missed every day for three weeks--which is especially painful because the GRE costs $140 to take. YIKES.
On the bright side, before the attack headache struck, Alsn came to visit and she, Tim and I played tourist on Saturday. We went to the National Book Fesival, which was pretty much a totally loss because, well, there weren't any books. It was too hot and muggy to stand around listening to some author I've never heard of talk about PTSD, so we went to the National Gallery of Art instead. Alsn is absolutely, hands down, no question, my favorite person to look at art with, ever. Here's why: she makes art too, but she doesn't take it too seriously. She knows enough about a wide range of artists to enlighten every conversation without ever making me feel like an idiot, which is particularly hard, because I feel like I should know something about art but am usually faking, so it's not hard to make me feel like an idiot. Also she's funny. So thank god for that.
Afterwards, it was Scrabble. And I got royally beaten by both Alsn and Tim. It was a fluke. I'm not claiming it.
It was clearly a prodrome of my on-coming mega-headache. Which, btw, if this headache ever goes away, I challenge anyone to a rematch.
1. It's rainy outside and leaving the house would involve bundling up, carrying an umbrella, and possibly a change of shoes.
2. The illness is readily cured by over-the-counter drugs and home remedies like chicken soup, hot tea, wearing socks, taking a bath, wrapping a hot towel around your head, or pity.
3. The illness involves the following tolerable symptoms: sniffling, tiredness, fever, sore throat, sneezing, napping, or watching TV.
Here are the circumstances under which a sick day is no longer acceptable:
1. The sick day is actually three days.
2. The weather is in any way nice, not raining, cool, pleasant or otherwise agreeable.
3. The illness defies all classification/medication (defiance of medication, being the most annoying part).
4. The symptoms include a 72+ hour migraine which means light-sensitivity (which prevents the use of the TV, computers and books), aches, pains, and, if you're really unlucky anything involving vomiting, bathrooms, bleeding or anything else that might tempt you to call an ambulance, but in my case, just the Migraine and something crazy going on in my lymph nodes, which is enough.
I know I shouldn't admit it, but I really don't mind having an innocent little cold. But after three days, and the worst headache I have had in months, I am SO sick of this apartment and SO, SO sick of this headache. Besides literally being a pain, it's such a waste of time. Jana and I have been trying to study for the GRE every Monday and Wednesday and we've missed every day for three weeks--which is especially painful because the GRE costs $140 to take. YIKES.
On the bright side, before the attack headache struck, Alsn came to visit and she, Tim and I played tourist on Saturday. We went to the National Book Fesival, which was pretty much a totally loss because, well, there weren't any books. It was too hot and muggy to stand around listening to some author I've never heard of talk about PTSD, so we went to the National Gallery of Art instead. Alsn is absolutely, hands down, no question, my favorite person to look at art with, ever. Here's why: she makes art too, but she doesn't take it too seriously. She knows enough about a wide range of artists to enlighten every conversation without ever making me feel like an idiot, which is particularly hard, because I feel like I should know something about art but am usually faking, so it's not hard to make me feel like an idiot. Also she's funny. So thank god for that.
Afterwards, it was Scrabble. And I got royally beaten by both Alsn and Tim. It was a fluke. I'm not claiming it.
It was clearly a prodrome of my on-coming mega-headache. Which, btw, if this headache ever goes away, I challenge anyone to a rematch.
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