Update, update, update my sister demands.... I spend all day at work talking about "Social Media" what it means, how do we utilize it, wait what is Twitter...NO MORE.
Work has taken all the fun out of "Social Media" for me. The phrase alone has taken on a level of pain. My agency is on Facebook, Twitter, I create blogs for my clients. Some might say... awesome you get to do that at work?!? That's what I thought at first too, but when you have to categorize, calculate and critique every aspect of Facebook it loses its fun.
So sorry Emma Jean, I will try and update. My computer at home has become an enemy, a daily reminder of my 9 to 5 sitting in front of one of it's brethren all day long.
But, I won't let it win. I will get back to enjoying this space for it's original purpose. Right now I'm Figuring Out how to enjoy it again. Stay Tuned.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Solution
OK I get it now. The BF is a few years older and graduated a decent time ago so when we first started dating I found some things he did to be a little...odd. He traveled a fair amount, which isn't bad of course, but he and his friends would talk about and plan their trips way in advance. My philosophy was live in the moment, I can't tell you want I'm wearing tomorrow none the less plan a trip that won't happen for 6 months.
Then I joined the ever thrilling working world and realized two important things about these advancedly planned trips: Limited Time Off and the always elusive Light at the End of the Tunnel.
First, I get 3 days vacation meaning, including the 5 days I get around the holidays I am alloted a whopping 1.5 weeks off out of 52 each year. Therefore every precious day off has to be planned judiciosuly. So, yes I understand why we plan months in advance because coordinating schedules (particularly when only half the group works a tradtional 9 to 5) can get a bit hairy.
Second and ever more important, if you remember my last post I was mourning the loss of holidays, breaks and summers and wondering how does one survive when there is no end in sight. Now I get it, you scrimp and save your precious days off and count down the days until you finally use them creating your own faint light at the end of that long, long tunnel.
So this is not a complaint (ok maybe a little 1.5 out of 52 is a little harsh) more so, it is admission that I was wrong for teasing the BF about his meticulously detailed trips.
Oh and thank you sweet friends of mine for being born, because the other survival mechanism I am applying to this newly realized struggle is the extreme joy I get in planning other people's birthdays. I love nothing more than shoving everything a person enjoys most in life into a 24 to 48 hour period. Party planning, such fun.
Then I joined the ever thrilling working world and realized two important things about these advancedly planned trips: Limited Time Off and the always elusive Light at the End of the Tunnel.
First, I get 3 days vacation meaning, including the 5 days I get around the holidays I am alloted a whopping 1.5 weeks off out of 52 each year. Therefore every precious day off has to be planned judiciosuly. So, yes I understand why we plan months in advance because coordinating schedules (particularly when only half the group works a tradtional 9 to 5) can get a bit hairy.
Second and ever more important, if you remember my last post I was mourning the loss of holidays, breaks and summers and wondering how does one survive when there is no end in sight. Now I get it, you scrimp and save your precious days off and count down the days until you finally use them creating your own faint light at the end of that long, long tunnel.
So this is not a complaint (ok maybe a little 1.5 out of 52 is a little harsh) more so, it is admission that I was wrong for teasing the BF about his meticulously detailed trips.
Oh and thank you sweet friends of mine for being born, because the other survival mechanism I am applying to this newly realized struggle is the extreme joy I get in planning other people's birthdays. I love nothing more than shoving everything a person enjoys most in life into a 24 to 48 hour period. Party planning, such fun.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Long Haul
I'm pretty sure I am not the only one currently experiencing a little post holidays, post college blues. Some time after the holidays were over I think it hit all of us... that was it... that was your only given vacation for the rest of the year, no spring break, no long weekends, no summer. That realization. Burns.
The job has been good lately I went to Vegas last week with work for a trade show. I admit though tiring its nice in some ways to travel for work. And don't get me wrong I'm not complaining about my job, I like everyone else am just glad to have one.
However, I feel all my friends new to the work force have reached the consensus that summer loving is the song of our past. Now that the holidays are over where is the light at the end of the tunnel? Again this isn't a pity party just a realization... There is no end in sight.
The job has been good lately I went to Vegas last week with work for a trade show. I admit though tiring its nice in some ways to travel for work. And don't get me wrong I'm not complaining about my job, I like everyone else am just glad to have one.
However, I feel all my friends new to the work force have reached the consensus that summer loving is the song of our past. Now that the holidays are over where is the light at the end of the tunnel? Again this isn't a pity party just a realization... There is no end in sight.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Confusion
Just to spite my boyfriend a little, I am going to make my first post in ages about a very mundane story.
So, the BF made it to Atlanta last night and we decided to knock off a restaurant from list of places that neither of us had been to. The lucky winner... Brick Store in Decatur.
I hear about Brick Store... ALL the time. I don't drink beer but was still curious due to the never-ending chatter. So we get to Brick Store thanks to my sexy GPS navigator, Daniel (he is British and totally hot).
Anyways we get there and its packed out and all I was thinking is... It's Tuesday and we are in a recession this place must be damn good.
Then the decent amount of waiting to be seated we are all gathered together for announcement....The Brick Store's oven, store, fire, grill, etc were all broken. All they had to serve were cold sandwiches. REALLY!?! How does your entire kitchen break? And then why is the place standing room only... beer and meat on a slice of bread couldn't people get that at home?
This place must have incredible beer, I may even have to try some if they ever get their kitchen fixed.
That's my story. And yes I am lame enough to blog about a restaurant and I didn't even eat at.
So, the BF made it to Atlanta last night and we decided to knock off a restaurant from list of places that neither of us had been to. The lucky winner... Brick Store in Decatur.
I hear about Brick Store... ALL the time. I don't drink beer but was still curious due to the never-ending chatter. So we get to Brick Store thanks to my sexy GPS navigator, Daniel (he is British and totally hot).
Anyways we get there and its packed out and all I was thinking is... It's Tuesday and we are in a recession this place must be damn good.
Then the decent amount of waiting to be seated we are all gathered together for announcement....The Brick Store's oven, store, fire, grill, etc were all broken. All they had to serve were cold sandwiches. REALLY!?! How does your entire kitchen break? And then why is the place standing room only... beer and meat on a slice of bread couldn't people get that at home?
This place must have incredible beer, I may even have to try some if they ever get their kitchen fixed.
That's my story. And yes I am lame enough to blog about a restaurant and I didn't even eat at.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The Low Point
My bossed just asked me, in the middle of a conference call, if I was sexually frustrated. Why pray tell, simply because I was twirling my hair. Again, I say Low Point.
The Shock
They are certain moments in life you just can't be prepared for, such as being robbed. Last Thursday our beautiful home was broken into. At the end of my work day, I got a frantic call from my roommate... Our house was broken into. Now we live in a nice area, but don't have an alarm system so I suppose not nice enough.
Before I took a breath all I could think about was Sukie, did they hurt her, take her, did she run away? Luckily, she was fine and my incredible roommate Amanda went into the house to find her hiding upstairs. During crises you learn where your priorities lie and possibly to a fault mine are with my dog.
All of our laptops were taken and some family heirlooms of Amanda's, jerks... Oh and one of Power 90 DVDs. But no one was hurt and the place wasn't trashed too badly. So whats done is done.
Maybe I'll just tell myself that the money they got from our stolen goods went to somebody's kids for basic needs and maybe a little Christmas joy. It doesn't justify the action, but it sounds better than it went to feed someone's drug addiction.
Before I took a breath all I could think about was Sukie, did they hurt her, take her, did she run away? Luckily, she was fine and my incredible roommate Amanda went into the house to find her hiding upstairs. During crises you learn where your priorities lie and possibly to a fault mine are with my dog.
All of our laptops were taken and some family heirlooms of Amanda's, jerks... Oh and one of Power 90 DVDs. But no one was hurt and the place wasn't trashed too badly. So whats done is done.
Maybe I'll just tell myself that the money they got from our stolen goods went to somebody's kids for basic needs and maybe a little Christmas joy. It doesn't justify the action, but it sounds better than it went to feed someone's drug addiction.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Disappointment
Alright, I gave it time before writing. I was afraid of what I might say in the heat of the moment, but I was NOT happy with the movie version of Twilight. Did we learn nothing from McCain and the Republicans, play only to your base and ignore outer parties... you lose.
Twilight was not only made for 13-year-old girls. It was like it was made BY a 13-year-old girl. I can handle the melodramatic perspective, we are talking about a story based on a high school aged love affair, vampire or not everything is dramatic when you are 17. However, I am under NO circumstances OK with directors and screenwriters who think they can write the story better. Look, I don't even think as a whole the series is written all that well, but that doesn't mean you should chop up what is a story about a relationship into a series of fragmented scenes based on famous lines taken out of context and poorly formulated action sequences.
For instance, in the book Edward blocks Bella's car to sit and watch in amusement as every guy in Forks asks her to prom. In the movie this scene is blown through and loses the humor it is originally written with. Now movie adaptations will always involve cutting for time. However if you chose to include a moment from the book in the movie... FEATURE IT AS IT IS WRITTEN.
I feel better, thanks. The strangest part of this rant is despite all my frustrations with the movie and I promise this is only the tip of the iceberg. Every time I see a trailer, I want to see the movie again. So, the movie managed to appeal to the 13-year-old in me who just wants to see a gorgeous guy fall for an awkward girl and save her from danger.
Twilight was not only made for 13-year-old girls. It was like it was made BY a 13-year-old girl. I can handle the melodramatic perspective, we are talking about a story based on a high school aged love affair, vampire or not everything is dramatic when you are 17. However, I am under NO circumstances OK with directors and screenwriters who think they can write the story better. Look, I don't even think as a whole the series is written all that well, but that doesn't mean you should chop up what is a story about a relationship into a series of fragmented scenes based on famous lines taken out of context and poorly formulated action sequences.
For instance, in the book Edward blocks Bella's car to sit and watch in amusement as every guy in Forks asks her to prom. In the movie this scene is blown through and loses the humor it is originally written with. Now movie adaptations will always involve cutting for time. However if you chose to include a moment from the book in the movie... FEATURE IT AS IT IS WRITTEN.
I feel better, thanks. The strangest part of this rant is despite all my frustrations with the movie and I promise this is only the tip of the iceberg. Every time I see a trailer, I want to see the movie again. So, the movie managed to appeal to the 13-year-old in me who just wants to see a gorgeous guy fall for an awkward girl and save her from danger.
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