And I do mean literally. I spilled a bowl of cereal on my carpet yesterday. If you are going to put your feet on your coffee table, you might want to check for dishes filled with liquid that you might accidentally kick and send flying. Oops.
BUT I'm going to Chicago tomorrow morning! For a whole week. And did I mention that I'm going to be hanging out in the Sears tower? (Or the Willis tower, if I'm being technically correct here. ) And it's for a training class, not real work. So it's basically school, except in the tallest building in the US, and with a salary! Plus I happen to know the instructor pret-ty well. Not that I would ever use that as an excuse to slack off, or anything.
I'm flying in early so I can spend the weekend visiting. So far my plans include seeing a baseball game and a giant silver bean. Maybe a comedy show. And sushi.. that's a given for all work-sponsored travel. I'm excited.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Swings
...are awesome. I wish the playground across the street from my apartment had big kid swings, and not just tiny toddler swings. Of course, that has not stopped me from hanging out in the big red plastic one for the past 2 days. It's the only one that I can actually fit into, without tiny leg holes. Except it's not much of a swinging experience since it only sits like a foot off the ground. But still.
It's getting warmer outside more often. Makes me miss this time last year, where I was beginning my daily poolside routine. One day I even took my laptop out there and picked up a wireless connection. Pretty much the highlight of my life.
What happens when you really, really like a certain place but you really belong with the people in a difference place? Which one do you pick? (I don't actually know which people I belong with, but I'm pretty sure they are not the ones in the place that I would choose.)
Once again, the Discovery Channel is a depressing trap. I never doubted that there were aliens, but Stephen Hawking thinks they might already be colonizing the universe?? By harvesting the energy of an entire star with millions of mirrors?? Fantastic. I really need to find a more uplifting Sunday night activity.
I'm going to Chicago next weekend. So soon! Time flies when it's sunny outside.
It's getting warmer outside more often. Makes me miss this time last year, where I was beginning my daily poolside routine. One day I even took my laptop out there and picked up a wireless connection. Pretty much the highlight of my life.
What happens when you really, really like a certain place but you really belong with the people in a difference place? Which one do you pick? (I don't actually know which people I belong with, but I'm pretty sure they are not the ones in the place that I would choose.)
Once again, the Discovery Channel is a depressing trap. I never doubted that there were aliens, but Stephen Hawking thinks they might already be colonizing the universe?? By harvesting the energy of an entire star with millions of mirrors?? Fantastic. I really need to find a more uplifting Sunday night activity.
I'm going to Chicago next weekend. So soon! Time flies when it's sunny outside.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Gym Etiquette
If the incredibly arrogant guy who I just spent a half an hour with at the gym is reading this, then hi. I have the following things to say to you:
1) I do NOT want to hear your loud grunty sounds while you lie on your back and lift weights. I swear I even heard an "oh baby." And that was with my HEADPHONES on. Gross!
2) You are WAY too into yourself. How many times did you walk over to the mirror and check yourself out?? Yes, congratulations, you have muscles! Someone's mom once told me that if a guy spends more time looking in the mirror than I do, that is NOT a good sign. Get over yourself.
3) You really didn't need to make little dancing moves in between sets. I was RIGHT THERE. Next time if you could wait til you get back inside your apartment to get your sexy on, that would be much appreciated.
4) If you are not a complete narcissistic jerk, then don't act like one. People are judging you. Especially me.
5) Shouldn't you have a membership to a REAL gym, where you can be surrounded by other boys just like you? You know, guys with big muscles and inflated egos? Or can you not stand your kind, either? I sincerely hope we do not run into each other again.
1) I do NOT want to hear your loud grunty sounds while you lie on your back and lift weights. I swear I even heard an "oh baby." And that was with my HEADPHONES on. Gross!
2) You are WAY too into yourself. How many times did you walk over to the mirror and check yourself out?? Yes, congratulations, you have muscles! Someone's mom once told me that if a guy spends more time looking in the mirror than I do, that is NOT a good sign. Get over yourself.
3) You really didn't need to make little dancing moves in between sets. I was RIGHT THERE. Next time if you could wait til you get back inside your apartment to get your sexy on, that would be much appreciated.
4) If you are not a complete narcissistic jerk, then don't act like one. People are judging you. Especially me.
5) Shouldn't you have a membership to a REAL gym, where you can be surrounded by other boys just like you? You know, guys with big muscles and inflated egos? Or can you not stand your kind, either? I sincerely hope we do not run into each other again.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Meaning of Life
My latest performance review is pret-ty good one, if I do say so myself. And that is PROBABLY because I wrote it myself. Well, I'm in the process, anyway. The woman who is supposed to be writing it asked ME to write it instead. That is kind of a brilliant idea on her part... that way she gets out of writing the review, I get to say nice things about myself, she feels bad about not writing the review in the first place like she was technically supposed to, and therefore she signs off on all the nice things I have written about myself... win/win ?
It's almost 2 am in Milwaukee. I should definitely be asleep by now, but I was supposed to have finished this review already. Last week, to be exact.
No chance that I am going to have time for my taxes tonight... which means I will be filing mine and my mother's taxes on April 15th. The VERY. LAST. DAY. Sometimes I actually convince myself that I have become an organized, efficient, proactive person who no longer has the procrastination disease. At least it says those things in my performance review.
Remember how I said I was giving up the search for a flight to California next week? Well. I kept searching. For hours. Which is probably why I still am awake now doing all of the things I have been putting off, and why I was awake at this time last night, and why I will probably be exhausted for the rest of the week. And with nothing to show for it, because I never did find a flight. At least I heard it was going to rain in California next week. That made me feel slightly better.
I decided upon the meaning of life today while standing outside by a tree. (My Blackberry had just died and I was waiting for somebody else to finish up a call, so I had nothing better to do than to contemplate the meaning of life.) The verdict: I think the meaning of life is to explore and appreciate the world.
You know how I thought of that? Because even though I was stuck working at a building in this crummy neighborhood where the McDonald's I was forced to go to for lunch had a sign posted on the door (no joke) warning all customers to remove their hoods upon entry or an alarm would sound, and the client I'm visiting is so strict that I have to be escorted to pee, I was thinking how much I liked that tree, and the grass I was standing on at that moment, and the fact that the sky was blue and the sun was out.
And on other days when it's ugly and grey outside, you can always appreciate the people you're with, or the crazy things you do on the weekends, or the late night phone conversations you have, or a trip to the gym, or that feeling you get when you first lie down to go to bed and realize you have the entire night ahead of you to sleep. So I think if you can FIND things to appreciate, and you can explore at least some of the people / places / things the world has to offer, then you are have satisfied the meaning of life.
OH! That reminds me - this hotel where I am staying has BANANA FLAVORED LOTION!! It smells like banana pudding! I LOVE it - best idea ever! Yeah, I am always appreciating the weirdest things. What can I say? There are just so many things to be excited for in the world.
Okay, but seriously... time to finish this thing.
It's almost 2 am in Milwaukee. I should definitely be asleep by now, but I was supposed to have finished this review already. Last week, to be exact.
No chance that I am going to have time for my taxes tonight... which means I will be filing mine and my mother's taxes on April 15th. The VERY. LAST. DAY. Sometimes I actually convince myself that I have become an organized, efficient, proactive person who no longer has the procrastination disease. At least it says those things in my performance review.
Remember how I said I was giving up the search for a flight to California next week? Well. I kept searching. For hours. Which is probably why I still am awake now doing all of the things I have been putting off, and why I was awake at this time last night, and why I will probably be exhausted for the rest of the week. And with nothing to show for it, because I never did find a flight. At least I heard it was going to rain in California next week. That made me feel slightly better.
I decided upon the meaning of life today while standing outside by a tree. (My Blackberry had just died and I was waiting for somebody else to finish up a call, so I had nothing better to do than to contemplate the meaning of life.) The verdict: I think the meaning of life is to explore and appreciate the world.
You know how I thought of that? Because even though I was stuck working at a building in this crummy neighborhood where the McDonald's I was forced to go to for lunch had a sign posted on the door (no joke) warning all customers to remove their hoods upon entry or an alarm would sound, and the client I'm visiting is so strict that I have to be escorted to pee, I was thinking how much I liked that tree, and the grass I was standing on at that moment, and the fact that the sky was blue and the sun was out.
And on other days when it's ugly and grey outside, you can always appreciate the people you're with, or the crazy things you do on the weekends, or the late night phone conversations you have, or a trip to the gym, or that feeling you get when you first lie down to go to bed and realize you have the entire night ahead of you to sleep. So I think if you can FIND things to appreciate, and you can explore at least some of the people / places / things the world has to offer, then you are have satisfied the meaning of life.
OH! That reminds me - this hotel where I am staying has BANANA FLAVORED LOTION!! It smells like banana pudding! I LOVE it - best idea ever! Yeah, I am always appreciating the weirdest things. What can I say? There are just so many things to be excited for in the world.
Okay, but seriously... time to finish this thing.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Spring is Here
Unfortunately, I am celebrating with a bottle of Zyrtec.
So, I think I give up. It doesn't look like my California trip next week is meant to be. I've tried and tried to no avail to find a flight that won't cause me to go broke, but with no luck. Too bad. I could really use some beach time. And a visit to my old sandwich shop. And some California-style sushi. And some facetime with a couple of kids who have been sadly missing from my life.
June isn't so far away, right?
I added Milwaukee to the list of places on my upcoming work tour. Actually, I'm headed there tomorrow.
One day someone will invent a teleporting machine. Just wait.
I can't get into Dancing with the Stars. I've tried. Can't do it. Not interested enough. Sorry, Jake the Bachelor.
However, I watched a 2-hour documentary last weekend and liked it. On a Saturday. Is that sad? I hope not. Because I still have Part 2 that I'm saving for next weekend. (Hey at least it's about one of my all-time favorite subjects. I don't just watch random documentaries for Saturday fun. Random Lifetime movies, maybe.)
I need a boy in my life. I think I know which one I want, too. I might even know if he wants me back. Oops, but that's a secret.
Did I mention that my allergy medication makes me sort of crazy and incoherent? Well it does. Feel free to ignore me for the next 2 months.
So, I think I give up. It doesn't look like my California trip next week is meant to be. I've tried and tried to no avail to find a flight that won't cause me to go broke, but with no luck. Too bad. I could really use some beach time. And a visit to my old sandwich shop. And some California-style sushi. And some facetime with a couple of kids who have been sadly missing from my life.
June isn't so far away, right?
I added Milwaukee to the list of places on my upcoming work tour. Actually, I'm headed there tomorrow.
One day someone will invent a teleporting machine. Just wait.
I can't get into Dancing with the Stars. I've tried. Can't do it. Not interested enough. Sorry, Jake the Bachelor.
However, I watched a 2-hour documentary last weekend and liked it. On a Saturday. Is that sad? I hope not. Because I still have Part 2 that I'm saving for next weekend. (Hey at least it's about one of my all-time favorite subjects. I don't just watch random documentaries for Saturday fun. Random Lifetime movies, maybe.)
I need a boy in my life. I think I know which one I want, too. I might even know if he wants me back. Oops, but that's a secret.
Did I mention that my allergy medication makes me sort of crazy and incoherent? Well it does. Feel free to ignore me for the next 2 months.
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