It’s a Friday and I Can Cry if I Want To

December 6, 2013 at 10:51 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

Well, it’s finally happened.  The firm I work for officially told me that we’re closing at the end of the year.

I’ve been expecting this for a little while and have begun a job search but there’s a difference between suspecting and knowing for certain.  They’re going to try to keep me on through the end of the month but there’s no guarantee even of that.  The good thing is that my boss is being very lenient with my schedule and with me taking time off for interviews.  Also, I can collect unemployment if need be though I’m really hoping it doesn’t come down to that.  The bad news is I’m losing my super sweet corner office with a view and well, my job.  I’ve never been in this kind of situation before and it’s pretty weird.  It also obviously sucks.

It helped I had a holiday office party at the Art Institute to go to with a friend last night and it gave me hope that maybe next year I’ll be working at a place that has holiday parties instead of layoffs.  There was good food and an open bar, which I took advantage of.

Of course I did.

Unfortunately, I took advantage too much and in my super graceful state last evening, I knocked my brand new iPhone into the toilet.  I’ll be buying a new one later today.  I have insurance and if I had done this a week ago my plan would’ve paid for a new phone but apparently when I renewed my contract, the new insurance comes with a $150 deductible.  I wasn’t happy about that but figured since I had never needed it before it wouldn’t be a big deal.  Well I’m glad I have it now but I’m still not happy about shelling out more cash for a phone I just bought.  It’s an expensive lesson to learn and from now on my cell phone will be banned from the bathroom.  But, I’ve got to have a phone especially since I’m now searching for a new job.

When it rains it pours.  At least it’s Friday!

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Just Another Manic Wednesday

September 19, 2012 at 12:01 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

This is one of those posts where I’m going to whine and feel sorry for myself.  Here goes:

Yesterday morning I woke up with the cursed stiff neck that I’ve now experienced two other times in my life.  It makes it difficult to really even move so of course my evening gym plans were out.  I spent the night on the couch, alternating a heating pad and ice pack, while eating soup and generally feeling miserable.  I’m dealing with the same thing today and staring at two computer screens for hours on end isn’t exactly helping.  I hurt.  And I’m on my period, which is super awesome.  In fact, I’m guessing the anti-malaria pills I’m still on have done what the doctor warned and thoroughly messed with the monthly reminder that I’m (thankfully) not knocked up because everything’s all out of whack and this is the longest, worst week I’ve had in years.  Oh, was that too much information?  Are you slightly uncomfortable, especially if you’re a male?  Well it’s a hard world out there so toughen up.

Wednesday Addams gets me

I also forgot my wallet at home today, which is something I’ve never done.  I took it out last night to walk to CVS to buy IcyHot and tomato soup and apparently forgot to put it back in my bag.  I didn’t realize this until I was in the train station this morning and at that point, if I turned around to go home I was just going to curl up in bed and start the day over again, which my boss wouldn’t have appreciated.  So I begged the CTA guy who sees me every morning to let me on without my card with the promise that I’ll show it to him next time, so that was one hurdle overcome.  Unfortunately, once I was on the train I realized that I wouldn’t be able to get into our office without my badge.  Since The Tower Formerly Known as Sears isn’t exactly lax on security, they wouldn’t just wave me in as did the CTA guy.  My options were to either call our front desk to have them send someone down to get me or to stand around and wait for someone from my office to walk by so they could vouch for me and get me upstairs.  Alas, it was too early for anyone to be answering our phones so I stood around like a weirdo for almost 15 minutes before seeing a familiar face and begging for assistance.  Eventually I made it, only to realize that there was no way the afternoon CTA attendant would let me on for free so I had to beg some more and borrow a few dollars from a coworker so I can get my sorry ass home tonight.

As a cherry on my shit cake, I have a seriously ill family member whom I’m more than a little worried about.  Hopefully he’ll be out of the hospital and back to his routine before we know it but the whole thing just reminds me once again how much it sucks to live far away from so many I love.  And while I know I used this post to bitch and moan about my own troubles, if you can do one thing for me it would be to send some good vibes in the direction of my uncle.  I know he needs them more than I do.

And since I won’t be going to the gym again tonight, I’ll just count down the hours until I can be reunited with my ice pack, my couch, and hopefully good updates about one of my favorite family members.  Thankfully tomorrow is Thursday!

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Trains, Pains and No Automobiles

December 9, 2010 at 2:00 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

Relying on public transit has its perks, such as not ever having to worry about needing a DD.  However, this also means that you’re at the mercy of anything than can and does go wrong when you push hundreds of thousands of people into train cars day in and day out.  Case in point: yesterday.

I got on the train after work per usual and was happy to find a place to sit.  I settled down with my reading material and off we went.  At our first stop, the door to our car didn’t open right away and some guy manually pulled the lever to get out.  Then the door didn’t shut.  An announcement came over the speaker saying there was a train malfunction and the conductor walked back, shut the door and once again we were off.  Then the same thing happened at the next stop.  Awesome.  The conductor looked at the door for a while, shut it again and proceeded to our third destination.  The door stuck again.  Then we sat for almost 15 minutes while the conductor walked around, poking things and looking perplexed.  At this point there were people stuffing the train car and we were well behind schedule.  So of course we got another announcement, this one stating that the entire car was broken and we all had to get off the train.  Onto a platform full of dozens of other people who were waiting to board to begin with.  You can imagine how happy everyone was.  I myself almost got pushed on the tracks by an angry woman with someplace so important to be that she was willing to commit homicide in order to get there.  The next train that pulled up a few minutes later was already so full that roughly two people were able to squeeze in before it pulled off.  I caught the one after that, which was still like wading into a can of sardines.

So eventually I made it off the train and went home.  I had evening plans for board game playing with some friends and had a brief window of time in which to get home, give my special needs cat her insulin shot and get back to the train.  I did all that and was happy to see one approaching not long after I started waiting again.  The platform I was standing on is in the middle of the highway and the passing cars, wind and freezing temperatures made it so I don’t want to hang around there any longer than I have to.  You can then imagine my disbelief when this train failed to slow down and passed us poor commuters right on by.

What in the wide wide world of sports?  That was the one and only time I’ve ever seen an express train on that line and it’s my personal belief that the conductor was just too lazy to make his regular stop.  Or he saw me, knew about my luck and decided to make it worse.

At least I could have all the beer I wanted with my pizza dinner and not have to worry about driving home.

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Happy Friday the 13th!

August 13, 2010 at 1:41 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

I sure hope none of you out there have triskaidekaphobia, parakevidekatriaphobia or friggatriskaidekaphobia (both President Herbert Hoover and Napoleon were said to be sufferers).

Fear the Evil 13

Where does this fear come from?  Well, allow me to copy and paste you some possible answers (give me a break, I’ve had a long week):

“Apparently, this fear goes back to ancient times. Friday the 13 superstitions are rooted in two separate fears. The fear of the 6th day of the week, and the fear of the number 13. When these two things are combined, you have one seriously unlucky day.

According to National Geographic, Friday the 13th is rooted in a Norse myth. 12 Gods sat down for dinner, when a 13th uninvited guest, Loki arrived. Loki, the god of mischief, convinced Holder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder, the beautiful god of joy and gladness.

Some people also trace Friday the 13th back to the last supper. Again, 13 people sit down to dinner, and one eventually dies. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Christ, is said to be the 13th person to the table.

According to Time Magazine the 13th law is omitted from Babylon’s Code of Hammurabi, which shows that many cultures were afraid of the number 13.

And Happy Birthday Jason

Another theory about Friday the 13th superstitions, is that 13 is unlucky because it follows 12. 12 is considered by many to be a complete number. 12 months in a year, 12 zodiac signs, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 apostles of Jesus.

According to Thomas Fernsler, an associate policy scientist in the Mathematics and Science Education Resource Center at the University of Delaware in Newark, the fear of 13 “has to do with just being a little beyond completeness. The number becomes restless or squirmy.”

As for Friday, many people believe that Jesus was crucified on a Friday, or that Eve tempted Adam on a Friday, or that Cain killed Abel on a Friday.”

Source

And a little more:

“Triskaidekaphobia can even be seen in how societies are built. More than 80 percent of high-rise buildings lack a 13th floor. Many airports skip the 13th gate. Hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.

On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 1/2. In France socialites known as the quatorziens (“fourteeners”) once made themselves available as 14th guests to keep a dinner party from an unlucky fate.

DePauw University’s Dudley said nobody really knows why Friday the 13th has spawned so many superstitions.”

Source #2

So…don’t eat dinner with 13 people tonight.

Since it was a scary kind of day, we had Halloween Friday here at work.  We typically try to have some kind of theme on Fridays for the kids (and staff) to dress up for.  Some of the highlights of the summer have been pajama day, winter in July day, hat day and favorite color day.  Yeah, we’re super creative.  Today was especially fun though and we had staff that dressed as a flapper, Snow White, a hillbilly, Harry Potter, a hippie and a witch.  I was the witch, because I was too lazy this morning to do anything more elaborate.  This was not the smartest of costumes, as wearing black from head to toe when it’s 90+ degrees outside isn’t much fun.  As for the kids, we had a fireman, a mermaid, Batman, a chef, Mario and a wrestler.  Mario was my personal favorite (don’t tell Luigi).

And that’s about it for my Friday post.  But wait!  I haven’t forgotten about the last installment of my Joseph Gordon-Levitt Photo-A-Day.  How could I?  Today’s picture is from his latest film Inception, which was the movie that reminded me of my fondness for the guy to begin with.  Take a look:

Badass yet beautiful. And yes, I mean both of them.

Seriously, go see this movie.

Just as seriously – have a great weekend!


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Friday Round-Up

July 23, 2010 at 2:19 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Because news can be fun!

See how cool some of this stuff is?

This was a big week in Archaeology – a Mayan King’s Tomb was found in Guatemala (and thanks to my Mom for telling me about it!) and a monument similar to Stonehenge was found about a half-mile from the original site.  The Mayan King’s tomb had all kinds of ancient relics as well as the bones from six or so children, who may or may not have been sacrificed.  The similar to Stonehenge find is made of wood and was likely used during many of the ceremonies that the larger site was known for.  To find something like that after all of these years of studying the area really goes to show how much is still out there for us to discover and explore.  Man it’s cool.  It’s also doubly interesting because I’m currently reading a novel about a guy who was digging up tombs back around the time Howard Carter found King Tut.

My worst nightmare

In completely unrelated news, a Utah woman is pregnant with two children who are not twins.  Yes, you read that right.  She has a condition called didelphys which affects something like one in 5,000 women and she was born with two uteruses.  I have no idea if that means she has double the periods but she did manage to beat the 1 in 5 million chance to get knocked up in both uteruses at roughly the same time.  Only about 100 cases like this have ever been documented but so far everything seems to be going well for her and her babies.  Except for the fact that she’s pregnant with kids she’s going to have about a week apart.  Can you imagine trying to explain how you’re not twins with your sibling even though you were born in the same month?  Can you imagine this happening at all?  And the woman already has two kids at home!  I shudder at the thought.

Speaking of things to make you shudder, some marketing genius decided to start selling beer out of taxidermy.  The End

Or maybe this is my worst nightmare

of History, made by BrewDog of Fraserburgh, Aberdeenshire, is 55% and $765.00  a bottle.  The bottles are made from what appears to be roadkill.  BrewDog claims to be the most expensive and strongest beer there is but it also seems like the most challenging to try to get close to your face.  Double shudder.

In slightly less disgusting news, an Amish teenager was arrested (his mugshot is pretty great) this week for leading police on a horse and buggy chase after slowly running a stop sign.  Apparently the kid soon lost control of his buggy and overturned it into a ditch.  He then left the buggy and his horse and tried to flee on foot.  He didn’t make it far before being caught.  And shocker of all shockers, there was alcohol found in the buggy.  I wonder if the penalties for drinking and driving a buggy are much different from if you were drinking and driving in a car?  Perhaps I’ll wait until he bonds out of jail and then ask.

Other randomness – the humidity is over 100 degrees in many areas all weekend long, so be sure to stay hydrated.  Beer does not earn you hydration points.  I’ve had Rocket Man stuck in my head since I woke up today.  I’m getting a real big girl dresser today from a friend who’s moving out of town – my current dresser is some fabric piece of crap I got from Bed Bath & Beyond years ago and it’s time for the curb is near.  I also got a new downstairs neighbor whom I’ve yet to meet (sorry Mom but I doubt I’ll be baking her cookies).  Last but not least – Happy Weekend!

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