Weekend Bliss

Saturday:
Museum of Science. Pizza. Beirut.

Sunday:
Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Sleep.

Monday:
Work. Doctor. . . Discovery of Gnarly infection. . . Cipro. Home. Dozen Roses. Snack. Cuddle. Shrimp Fajita. Cuddle. Sleep.

Tuesday:
Wake. Work. Shop. TV. Lauging at stupid commercials.

Failure

This morning began with battery acid. Yes battery acid gushing out of my wireless mouse. I was going to do some work at home, but no, I spent the earlier part of this morning pouring baking soda into my mouse--and all because I put some stupidly old batteries in the poor thing. Nothing looks quite as helpless as an upside-down open-cased laser mouse.

Then, I got to the T Station where my T pass fell out of my hand and fluttered through the rushing throngs of MIT students eager to make their 9am class. Once I finally caught up to it, I realized that it was February... and my pass was for January. I tried the "I forgot it at home" line, but apparently that only works in college.

"The only thing we can take is a dollar twenty five," said the woman with her entourage of equally un-busy colleagues. So, after realizing that I'd spent my last cash on the coffee that was spilling down my hand, I went back outside to find some more.

Cambridge Trust's ATM was being serviced. They're the closest bank to the T and they decided to service it just before 9am. Now how smart is that? Not smart for me. So I head to BofA, where they committed highway robbery and charged me a whopping $2 just to use their stupid operational cash dispensing machine. Thieves!

So I returned to the T Station at this point sweaty, testy, and getting later by the minute. The unhelpful lady from before is now behind the glass of the collection booth fruitlessly explaining how to get to North Station to some poor, lost girl who I later learned had been "stranded in Boston" and was on her way back to Lawrence. Not quite sure of the whole story, but it involved "her boys" and a "crazy night".

Anyway, I'm late and the train is coming, so I slip my twenty into the collection tray hoping that this somewhat rude gesture will be passed off as someone who really just needs to get to work. The lady looks at me like I'd just cut an old lady in the grocery line and says (after a dramatic pause), "don't you have anything smaller than this?" I couldn't believe it. Isn't this the same woman who just turned me away for having the wrong month's pass in my hand? So I lost it and said incredulously, "Are you kidding me? No I don't have anything smaller."

So of course she takes her sweet time counting out her ones and fives and nickels and dimes so that I'm sure to miss the approaching train. Then she decides she wants to know why I "yelled" at her. I explained that I thought she recognized me from before and knew that I'd just been to the ATM--and that my day just wasn't going right yet.

So we kissed and made up and it was all good.

Then work happened. I was in good spirits until about 6:30 rolled around and I was being constantly asked to do stuff--after a pretty gruelling day. So I did it and left around 7:15--which wouldn't be bad or crazy if I were getting paid $100k and had a better title than "Research Data Analyst" standing behind those hours.

So basically I failed today. I got angry at everyone and nearly burned my fingers off with battery acid.

Luckily, redemption did come in the form of steamed artichokes with some killer roasted garlic butter sauce and chocolate chip cookies.

and other times...

We drink too much wine accompanied by too much bitching about work. I'm really not completely losing it. Just mostly.

However, if anyone does figure out what I want to be when I grow up, I'd love to know.

Thanks.

sometimes

sometimes we hate our jobs and don't know why.

sometimes we are not sure if we hate our job.

sometimes we are not sure what we'd rather do.

I think I fall into the 3rd category.

does anyone know?

thanks.

Breakdown Uplift

I didn't have to smoke a cigarette Friday night because:

a) Brian and Lisa forcibly tore me away (in tears) from the Bloomberg Machine
b) Sam bought me a beer
c) Prof. Weinstein sent me an email telling me that I got an A- in Stats
d) of Grant's general distaste for my staying at the office too late (in general)
e) Jeff's encouragement that I can do it and that I am consistently productive

Thank goodness for these people, because smoking is gross.
I hate cigarettes, but I was seriously considering it as an option.

Last night I had 2 dreams. In one, I had a baby named Chrystina. She was cute. In the other, I was friends with superheros, but it wasn't as good as it sounds and made me sleep until 9am. Both somewhat disturbing.

Housewarming Tonight

Who: You, if I know you or if Grant knows you.
What: Appetizers (baby homemade pizzas? some chrystina classics?)
When: 8pm ish and then maybe we'll go out. Low key ish.
Where: My house. The whole world doesn't need to know, so email me cg [at] motleyprincess [dot] com
Why: Because Grant and I just moved in and it's cold without a bunch of bodies. Ok, that part is a lie and it's supposed to be 60 degrees.

Sometimes You Just Have to Not

Sometimes we make mistakes and have to delete posts. Welcome to my world of stupidity.

Twice!

I managed to leave my phone in a restaurant twice this weekend... and leave it there for several hours before realizing it was gone. Oh I'm brilliant.

Santa, baby...

Once upon a time, I was a senior in high school. I was learning about Japanese literature in my AP English class and reading Memoirs of a Geisha. I fell in love. I desperately wanted to learn what a Kanji was and to find out by being there. Then Christmas came along. In my family, we do presents from each other Christmas Eve night and then Santa comes Christmas morning--that's when you get the good stuff. So Christmas Eve night, I open a package with a Lonely Planet guide to Japan. So, of course I'm thinking/hoping/praying that my stocking will bear some even more interesting fruit (like a ticket...). But no. Nothing quite like building up unrealisitic expectations....

Well that is all going to change: I AM GOING TO FREAKING JAPAN IN MARCH!!!

Travelzoo sent me an email yesterday morning with fares from $199 each way... so I sent an email to Jill with the link and "wanna go to Japan?" in the subject line (Laura live there... it's easy). By this afternoon she had purchased tickets for herself and her roommate, so I had to follow suit. The best part is that we will be on the same flight both ways. The only bad thing is that I will have to miss the first concert of the Spring because it is on the night that my flight leaves. I think I'll live. I can't wait to be among the ranks of those who have visited Laura in Japan. My life will be one step closer to complete. Now I just need to visit Leslie in Nicaragua which is supposed to happen this May. Then I can die in peace (or keep living in complete satisfaction).

All But One

So Sunday was spent putting things together and hanging things on walls. We're still not done--partially because my lovely dresser was missing a part... THE FREAKING BOTTOM OF THE DRAWER. So I have to go back to Stoughton. But at least this time I know you're supposed to take a right on Turnpike Drive.