new job at company z means lots of travel. thus far, i've been to tennessee, central PA, chicago and rhode island. every week i am going to be on a plane for at least 2 trips. i am starting to have mixed feelings - excited to travel because it gets me out of the office yet dreading the constant eating out/running around/packing and unpacking.
right now i need to prove myself at work. i need to succeed. they test often - "let's role play!" and that drives me a little crazy. i prefer to just hit the road and do my job. i don't like pretending. i am too impatient.
what else..... we are growing a few herbs outside in a pot. the other day, it was forecast to be cold overnight,so we brought the herb garden inside. lucas decided to help us out with the chives and mowed them for us. lucas the cat with chive breath.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Nose Faucet
AARRGH! I hate having a cold! I hate the first few days like nothing else! Drip drip drip. I am sore and cranky and weak. My last day at my job is tomorrow and I want to call out sick. But that will be total scumbag of me (though the truth). I will, however, go in quite late and leave quite early. I think I'll take myself out for a congratulatory hot toddy in the bar downstairs. J is going to Bal'mor for a conference. Oh well. No one likes to hang out with a drippy nose companion.
Ah, the wonders of Nyquil... starting to work magic sleep tricks on me.. must sign off... zzzzzzz
Ah, the wonders of Nyquil... starting to work magic sleep tricks on me.. must sign off... zzzzzzz
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The Notice.
Yesterday I gave it... the dreaded Notice of Resignation. Oh how I hate making that call, writing that letter! I feel like SUCH a jerk, even when I know (from many a confirmed story) that company A would fire me in a heartbeat if they wanted me gone. It must be the old Irish|catholic guilt kicking in. Those years of exposure rubbed off. There is no fighting it.
Today I have become the classic lazy last days of work employee. Why bother? My last day is next Wednesday (yes, the workaholic in me can't even take a full week before staring my new job with company Z - i took 4 days). Between now and then, methinks I will get a novel to read while sitting at my desk. Truth be told, anything I sell will be money in the bank.. but I only make 1/2 of my money. Company A takes 50% of my cash. And my guilt has just been reduced by the same percentage. Freedom!
Here's to weekends off, to meeting new colleagues, and to cookie hour! Boo to working 9-5, but it beats 10-6 with a stick. Now that the sun stays out until the clocks read almost 7, I just want to be out of work that much sooner.
Today I have become the classic lazy last days of work employee. Why bother? My last day is next Wednesday (yes, the workaholic in me can't even take a full week before staring my new job with company Z - i took 4 days). Between now and then, methinks I will get a novel to read while sitting at my desk. Truth be told, anything I sell will be money in the bank.. but I only make 1/2 of my money. Company A takes 50% of my cash. And my guilt has just been reduced by the same percentage. Freedom!
Here's to weekends off, to meeting new colleagues, and to cookie hour! Boo to working 9-5, but it beats 10-6 with a stick. Now that the sun stays out until the clocks read almost 7, I just want to be out of work that much sooner.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
it's snowing!!
wow, i almost forgot about how beautiful snow is in the city. the trees are covered in white branches, the roads are still white (and dangerous) not yet brown by sanding, and everything is framed in white. AND i got out of work today! bonus.
interview day went well, i think. there aren't any cringe-worthy moments that i can recall, but still, i don't know. i never expect anything from an interview anymore. a place that has cookie hour every day at 2pm is certainly going to be a cool place to work, i am sure. still i cannot get my hopes up (cannot!) because the dreary truth of the matter is i am parking my sorry arse in silver spring until i am not. and i have to be happy with my immediate situation. i have to figure out how to be happy in this situation, because i have to make money. there.
we had dinner with our neighbors last night (fellow tulanians, law school, graduated in 2002) and it was really nice. i am thrilled to know - and LIKE - my next door neighbors. it does make for potential discomfort, like when she told me she heard me coughing the other morning.. which means she can hear us making loud noises.. ugh.
i am going to spend the afternoon attempting to make irish soda bread. if i succeed on this test loaf, i think my dad would appreciate me sending him some. since the "fallout" with his side of the family (read: they hate the gays and my parents stood up for me - how cool are my folks? talk about support!) he hasn't received the bi-annual loaf from my cousin. i think my bro's GF makes it, or she used to make it. even so, my dad can handle two loaves of irish bread. i wonder whose will be better... :) those sound like fighting words!
interview day went well, i think. there aren't any cringe-worthy moments that i can recall, but still, i don't know. i never expect anything from an interview anymore. a place that has cookie hour every day at 2pm is certainly going to be a cool place to work, i am sure. still i cannot get my hopes up (cannot!) because the dreary truth of the matter is i am parking my sorry arse in silver spring until i am not. and i have to be happy with my immediate situation. i have to figure out how to be happy in this situation, because i have to make money. there.
we had dinner with our neighbors last night (fellow tulanians, law school, graduated in 2002) and it was really nice. i am thrilled to know - and LIKE - my next door neighbors. it does make for potential discomfort, like when she told me she heard me coughing the other morning.. which means she can hear us making loud noises.. ugh.
i am going to spend the afternoon attempting to make irish soda bread. if i succeed on this test loaf, i think my dad would appreciate me sending him some. since the "fallout" with his side of the family (read: they hate the gays and my parents stood up for me - how cool are my folks? talk about support!) he hasn't received the bi-annual loaf from my cousin. i think my bro's GF makes it, or she used to make it. even so, my dad can handle two loaves of irish bread. i wonder whose will be better... :) those sound like fighting words!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
ch-ch-ch-changes
so, i have upgraded to blogger google whatever this is. i don't even know. but it should look better. hmmm. we'll see. and maybe one day i'll bother to post pictures!
work is a nightmare. i am being moved to a new project but first i have to clean up the mess of the old project and i am losing the potential to make any money by doing this. sales are frozen but i have to sit my sorry arse here and make everything perfect before running out the door.
jewls is coming to visit tomorrow (yay!) and i am looking forward to going to duffy's for a beer and a vegetarian irish burrito. yummm.
happy fat tuesday. 2 short years ago, i was surrounded by friends, elbowing drunk men out of the way for cheap beads, drinking the high life out of cans stashed in C's backpack. who knew what was coming in the months ahead. (um, well, a LOT of people knew what was coming, actually... but i'd rather not get all political/angry right now.)
BIG interview tomorrow. we'll see. 3 hours and a role play. i guess they'd only put themselves through that if they actually like me. who knows. as my brother can attest, some agencies don't have the guts to end the interview process when it's apparent that it won't work.
work is a nightmare. i am being moved to a new project but first i have to clean up the mess of the old project and i am losing the potential to make any money by doing this. sales are frozen but i have to sit my sorry arse here and make everything perfect before running out the door.
jewls is coming to visit tomorrow (yay!) and i am looking forward to going to duffy's for a beer and a vegetarian irish burrito. yummm.
happy fat tuesday. 2 short years ago, i was surrounded by friends, elbowing drunk men out of the way for cheap beads, drinking the high life out of cans stashed in C's backpack. who knew what was coming in the months ahead. (um, well, a LOT of people knew what was coming, actually... but i'd rather not get all political/angry right now.)
BIG interview tomorrow. we'll see. 3 hours and a role play. i guess they'd only put themselves through that if they actually like me. who knows. as my brother can attest, some agencies don't have the guts to end the interview process when it's apparent that it won't work.
Friday, February 09, 2007
moody
i really cannot function without sleep. i feel like a crazy moody lady today. last night i fell asleep ok, but at 4.30am, i woke up with a start. i read for about 1/2 hour but that distruption was long enough to make me nutso today. reading The Historian right now, well written and more than a bit creepy which isn't the best insomnia remedy but it was either the book or the Crate and Barrel catalouge, and then i would start buying things online....
the P.H. job called me again today. they are trying to coordinate schedules so i can come in for the second interview. it may be next week. ARGH! i will NEED to be ON. i will need to be better than good. i gotta wow them, because i need to get out of my current job. i never have a day off. ever. and it's stressing me out like nothing else i've ever experienced. plus, the joy of the weekend is lost when your weekend is during the week. yeah, it's nice to go to trader joe's on thursday afternoon instead of saturday (what with the crowds) but i spend my "weekends" alone. when i am taking appointments on sunday and my customers say "oh, we just had the best brunch!" it makes me angry jealous.
in other stress-related news, i need new running sneakers. i spent 25 minutes on the elliptical yesterday, and by minute 17 my feet were tingling. ouch. i think getting back into a good workout routine will work wonders.
the P.H. job called me again today. they are trying to coordinate schedules so i can come in for the second interview. it may be next week. ARGH! i will NEED to be ON. i will need to be better than good. i gotta wow them, because i need to get out of my current job. i never have a day off. ever. and it's stressing me out like nothing else i've ever experienced. plus, the joy of the weekend is lost when your weekend is during the week. yeah, it's nice to go to trader joe's on thursday afternoon instead of saturday (what with the crowds) but i spend my "weekends" alone. when i am taking appointments on sunday and my customers say "oh, we just had the best brunch!" it makes me angry jealous.
in other stress-related news, i need new running sneakers. i spent 25 minutes on the elliptical yesterday, and by minute 17 my feet were tingling. ouch. i think getting back into a good workout routine will work wonders.
Monday, February 05, 2007
time flies
wow. i am such a blogga slacka. since i've last posted, i've banged up the new car (but it's a lease! who cares!) and we've upgraded to a 42" flat screen (thanks boss) so... yeah. that's all new. what else?
i would love to invest in a new computer, but no $$. sales have picked up so work has been busy, but i remain secretly busy seeking a new job in public health. no bites yet. one interview, big company tho' and it is still sales. the 2 week deadline passed since the interview - and by deadline, i mean self-imposed - but whatevs. if they don't want me, i still have income.
my brother visited, and for the record he is the most polite houseguest we've yet to host! he keeps his things put away, he literally glides up and down the stairs, he made us a fantastic dinner. and bought us tongs. i imitated the recipe he made us the day after he left and used the tongs. how did i survive so long tong-less?
that sets the bar, then. come one, come all, houseguests. just come ringing the doorbell with your elbows, as my pops used to say.
i am very sad right now. J bought karaoke nation for the xbox (thanks again, boss!) and she can't set up the xbox to work with our new tv system. i want to sing!
i would love to invest in a new computer, but no $$. sales have picked up so work has been busy, but i remain secretly busy seeking a new job in public health. no bites yet. one interview, big company tho' and it is still sales. the 2 week deadline passed since the interview - and by deadline, i mean self-imposed - but whatevs. if they don't want me, i still have income.
my brother visited, and for the record he is the most polite houseguest we've yet to host! he keeps his things put away, he literally glides up and down the stairs, he made us a fantastic dinner. and bought us tongs. i imitated the recipe he made us the day after he left and used the tongs. how did i survive so long tong-less?
that sets the bar, then. come one, come all, houseguests. just come ringing the doorbell with your elbows, as my pops used to say.
i am very sad right now. J bought karaoke nation for the xbox (thanks again, boss!) and she can't set up the xbox to work with our new tv system. i want to sing!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
MAZDA!
the jetta has kicked it. fare thee well, $500 tax donation! hello, mazda3 s grand touring!
cars are so blah these days, i couldn't get excited about anything except a benz or a bmw. J pointed out that to go from a '99 jetta with 100k to a brand new 3 series would be a bit much. she also doesn't think we "fit" a bmw. i told her to speak for herself and we went to the dealer. apparently, the salesperson didn't think we "fit" a bmw either. what an ass.
honda, 'yota, mini, mazda. i sort of gave it up to J and she picked out the car that i actually liked! of course, since we've had the luxury of driving my boss David's car (c class), i wanted all the options - heated seats, auto dimming mirror (redheads have very sensey eyes, you know), a good stereo, you know, like, EVERYTHING. and we got it! woooooohoooooooo!
bose speakers! ipod connector! only time will tell if these speakers can hold up to my usage. who cares! it's a lease!
and all at a price point that we can afford. finally. affordable luxury. well, you know, as luxurious as a mazda can be.
cars are so blah these days, i couldn't get excited about anything except a benz or a bmw. J pointed out that to go from a '99 jetta with 100k to a brand new 3 series would be a bit much. she also doesn't think we "fit" a bmw. i told her to speak for herself and we went to the dealer. apparently, the salesperson didn't think we "fit" a bmw either. what an ass.
honda, 'yota, mini, mazda. i sort of gave it up to J and she picked out the car that i actually liked! of course, since we've had the luxury of driving my boss David's car (c class), i wanted all the options - heated seats, auto dimming mirror (redheads have very sensey eyes, you know), a good stereo, you know, like, EVERYTHING. and we got it! woooooohoooooooo!
bose speakers! ipod connector! only time will tell if these speakers can hold up to my usage. who cares! it's a lease!
and all at a price point that we can afford. finally. affordable luxury. well, you know, as luxurious as a mazda can be.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
visitors!
it has been a whirlwind week. J's aunt was here from nuevo mexico (staying in a cool hotel, with an old *nearly* manual elevator - no pressing buttons on this one) for 2 nights, then her cousin was here from london, then one night off and my sister was here for the weekend, then kp from oz was here! fun fun fun! i love having visitors, it makes me feel like #1 i know my way around DC and #2 i can tell people things about DC that they don't otherwise know. ok, neither worked with kp since she's from here... but still. somehow it makes me feel connected to the city. i want to represent it well.
(wo)man town [read: tv room] is well on it's way to being complete. we picked up a fab couch at the crate and barrel outlet for 45% of the normal price. steal. and a huge mirror for the bedroom, allowing us to see what we look like when we walk out the door. we still need a bookcase, a new desk, and a big piece of art for above the bed. but it's coming along. we have so much wall space we don't know what to do with it. and big art = big credit card bills.
work is fine/slow. the weather took a severe turn for the cold. and all else is great. oh! i have a new theory on gay marriage. how about instead of pushing for equal rights, we just strip str8 people of the rights that marriage gives them (tax benies, survivorship rights, what have you)? then people who remain single for life don't lose out either. i mean, come on, why should you get a better tax rate because you said some vows in front of a group of people?
(wo)man town [read: tv room] is well on it's way to being complete. we picked up a fab couch at the crate and barrel outlet for 45% of the normal price. steal. and a huge mirror for the bedroom, allowing us to see what we look like when we walk out the door. we still need a bookcase, a new desk, and a big piece of art for above the bed. but it's coming along. we have so much wall space we don't know what to do with it. and big art = big credit card bills.
work is fine/slow. the weather took a severe turn for the cold. and all else is great. oh! i have a new theory on gay marriage. how about instead of pushing for equal rights, we just strip str8 people of the rights that marriage gives them (tax benies, survivorship rights, what have you)? then people who remain single for life don't lose out either. i mean, come on, why should you get a better tax rate because you said some vows in front of a group of people?
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
morals
hey, back again after another month off... oopsie. i don't really bring my mac with me to work anymore as i have a (piece of #@!!#@@ hp) 'puder at my desk.. and once i get home, the last thing i want to look at is a screen with tiny words on it. but hey, i have a crackberry, so you can just email me directly when you want an update and i *promise* i will respond quickly.
today i was faced with immoral, unethical and downright nasty practices here in the real estate business. i find it so frustrating, but there is nothing i can do but suck it up for the sale. a woman, licensed in another state, brought her daughter in. daughter purchased. there was a whole conversation about how mom isn't able to get commission b/c she isn't licensed here, yadda yadda, no biggie. the next day, mom calls all upset, telling me her broker (she's a part time agent) wants his name on the contract, they deserve the commission, etc. the law states that as a buyer's respresentative, you have to be the "procuring cause" of a sale. you know, YOU inform them of the property, you bring them to the property, you attend the first meeting, you do all the work, etc. the daughter found out about the property because of an email blast we sent out, the mom's broker never had anything to do with it, it's all BS. but "save the sale" and write them in.
makes me nutso. it's so wrong. not that i am trying to save the big corporation's dollar or anything. i could care less about that. but it's the practice of this other broker, the demands, the game just to get paid on something they don't deserve that makes me infuriated.
plus i am in real estate school now, so i am TOTALLY holier than thou when it comes to the letter of the law. well, as holy as an athiest can be.
in other news, it's nice being a homeowner, the gatos are really happy with the new place (i can tell!) and my big birthday is coming up. not that it's a big birthday per normal standards, but every birthday is a big one to me! wooooohoooooo!
today i was faced with immoral, unethical and downright nasty practices here in the real estate business. i find it so frustrating, but there is nothing i can do but suck it up for the sale. a woman, licensed in another state, brought her daughter in. daughter purchased. there was a whole conversation about how mom isn't able to get commission b/c she isn't licensed here, yadda yadda, no biggie. the next day, mom calls all upset, telling me her broker (she's a part time agent) wants his name on the contract, they deserve the commission, etc. the law states that as a buyer's respresentative, you have to be the "procuring cause" of a sale. you know, YOU inform them of the property, you bring them to the property, you attend the first meeting, you do all the work, etc. the daughter found out about the property because of an email blast we sent out, the mom's broker never had anything to do with it, it's all BS. but "save the sale" and write them in.
makes me nutso. it's so wrong. not that i am trying to save the big corporation's dollar or anything. i could care less about that. but it's the practice of this other broker, the demands, the game just to get paid on something they don't deserve that makes me infuriated.
plus i am in real estate school now, so i am TOTALLY holier than thou when it comes to the letter of the law. well, as holy as an athiest can be.
in other news, it's nice being a homeowner, the gatos are really happy with the new place (i can tell!) and my big birthday is coming up. not that it's a big birthday per normal standards, but every birthday is a big one to me! wooooohoooooo!
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