I'm feeling linky today. Click, click, click !
Today was a nice little culmination of the weekend. I spent yesterday around the house, being deskmaster (pictures to come) and yardmaster (no pictures, because there was poo and bugs involved, and well ick.) In the end it was worth the work, and it was actually nice to be home and just puttering but I hate to have a weekend full of that, it's just too much. Or not enough as the case may be.
So after a delicious breakfast, I moseyed on down to Bethesda to visit Mike and we hit the Capital Crescent Trail from Bethesda to DC. It was a lovely 7 mile jaunt, but bullshit hot out. The saving grace was undoubtedly the greenery. I didn't have my camera, but picture a nice verdant tunnel if you will, with a paved 2 lane bike trail down the middle. aaah.
Anyhoo, the universe gained another point on me with a particularly cruel joke. We stopped at a water fountain, both having neglected to bring water and everyone ahead of me stopped to sip some delicious beverage. When it was my turn to go the fountain did not work. I shit you not, and I wasn't using it wrong. sigh. I just laughed, because that is classic stuff. So on we went to a little lunchery in Georgetown, where I had a delicious lunch and some primo people watching, and 3 glasses of water.
I'm currently looking into some software stuff online, riding out the remains of the day. I should wrap up deskmastery tomorrow and present you with some results. Look forward to it, it's going to rock!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Houston, we have videoconferencing
hey people
in case i forget to mention it i have a webcam. well it turns out that my digital camera acts as a webcam. skype me bitches!
here's my dad and i having a hat contest. cowboy hat vs fez. point:fez for originality.
in case i forget to mention it i have a webcam. well it turns out that my digital camera acts as a webcam. skype me bitches!
here's my dad and i having a hat contest. cowboy hat vs fez. point:fez for originality.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
ohhh thank heaven, for 7-11
ha. That song is stuck in my head today, and you know that I'm spreading the love. It's nice to be able to give something back to the people though.
I've been working in an office with 3 other people since Tuesday, and I didn't know this previously, but the louder you talk during a disagreement, the more correct your point is. And apparently there's a lot of knowledge in this office, because these fuckers are screaming, ALL DAY LONG. I've finally had enough (ok, I had had enough by about 9:30 Tuesday, but now that I've finished an SOP I was working on with one of the guys I can bail) and I've been able to escape to the server room, where I'm tucked back nice and cozy with my feet up on the mail server. aaah, the soothing hum of windows space heaters. sigh. In working at home for the past 5 years, I didn't realize exactly how much I had come to value peace and quiet (and the lack of need to shower and dress before beginning work), but now I have a whole new appreciation for my personal space.
and for no other reason than to break up the text, here's a shot of the only officemate I'll ever want or need, eating carrots we picked out of the garden:
I'm in NC (because I don't think I've mentioned that to anyone), and I know people from Boston rev kind of high but I don't think I will ever really be able to understand the lax pace of the south. I heard an empassioned argument today, and it went like this (some background: it was a man and woman fighting over something he bought)
She: well I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayte it
He: well I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it
She: well I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayte it
He:well I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it.
also, "well I" comes out more like "wyyy" so the real argument was "wyyy I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it" "Wyy I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it"
5 minutes, I kid you not. I was completely transfixed and unable to look away, as were the rest of the people listening but for totally different reasons I'm sure. The people from down here thought this was an bad argument, and I was realizing exactly how different things are. like, wow. They sure do make some badass sweet tea though.
and I didn't realize this, but apparently the natives are a little bent about the influx of northerners moving down here. I was told last night that Cary stands for one of two things:
"Centralized Area for Relocated Yankees" (haaaaaaaa)
or "Crackers All 'Round Ya" (I almost spit coffee at this one. I LOVE it)
I've never been a member of so many stereotypes before, I almost feel like a little celebrity down here.
I am:
-a yankee
-a cracker
-"one of those feminists" (I think this is because I wear pants alot)
-"one of those women who just works and doesn't have babies"
-and a diet coke drinker, which is also somewhat offensive in certain circles
I just gotta be me...
and speaking of expressing oneself, is it me or is this a bit over the top? I saw this display at Barnes and Noble the other day, and you have to love the manager OKing this. and here I thought all managers at big chains were agents of "the man" and subject to things like laws and regulations. I'm not trying to cull anyone's green thumb -believe you me- but "adventures in your own backyard" ?
More later. The office atmosphere is stifling my creativity.
I've been working in an office with 3 other people since Tuesday, and I didn't know this previously, but the louder you talk during a disagreement, the more correct your point is. And apparently there's a lot of knowledge in this office, because these fuckers are screaming, ALL DAY LONG. I've finally had enough (ok, I had had enough by about 9:30 Tuesday, but now that I've finished an SOP I was working on with one of the guys I can bail) and I've been able to escape to the server room, where I'm tucked back nice and cozy with my feet up on the mail server. aaah, the soothing hum of windows space heaters. sigh. In working at home for the past 5 years, I didn't realize exactly how much I had come to value peace and quiet (and the lack of need to shower and dress before beginning work), but now I have a whole new appreciation for my personal space.
and for no other reason than to break up the text, here's a shot of the only officemate I'll ever want or need, eating carrots we picked out of the garden:
I'm in NC (because I don't think I've mentioned that to anyone), and I know people from Boston rev kind of high but I don't think I will ever really be able to understand the lax pace of the south. I heard an empassioned argument today, and it went like this (some background: it was a man and woman fighting over something he bought)
She: well I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayte it
He: well I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it
She: well I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayte it
He:well I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it.
also, "well I" comes out more like "wyyy" so the real argument was "wyyy I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it" "Wyy I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it"
5 minutes, I kid you not. I was completely transfixed and unable to look away, as were the rest of the people listening but for totally different reasons I'm sure. The people from down here thought this was an bad argument, and I was realizing exactly how different things are. like, wow. They sure do make some badass sweet tea though.
and I didn't realize this, but apparently the natives are a little bent about the influx of northerners moving down here. I was told last night that Cary stands for one of two things:
"Centralized Area for Relocated Yankees" (haaaaaaaa)
or "Crackers All 'Round Ya" (I almost spit coffee at this one. I LOVE it)
I've never been a member of so many stereotypes before, I almost feel like a little celebrity down here.
I am:
-a yankee
-a cracker
-"one of those feminists" (I think this is because I wear pants alot)
-"one of those women who just works and doesn't have babies"
-and a diet coke drinker, which is also somewhat offensive in certain circles
I just gotta be me...
and speaking of expressing oneself, is it me or is this a bit over the top? I saw this display at Barnes and Noble the other day, and you have to love the manager OKing this. and here I thought all managers at big chains were agents of "the man" and subject to things like laws and regulations. I'm not trying to cull anyone's green thumb -believe you me- but "adventures in your own backyard" ?
More later. The office atmosphere is stifling my creativity.
Friday, July 6, 2007
So far today...
I've decided I'm going to keep today's post dynamic, since I'll be on and off line, in and out of NSI and taking public transport. All of this always makes for good media and I've been depriving you all.
TGIF for sure.
10:00am Round 1: Universe 1, Kerry 1 (draw)
Admittedly, this one's my fault. I live in a house that is tight with the other houses around it and I'm usually pretty conscious of this. It's easy to see in other people's windows if that's your bag (I used to have my desk in front of the window and couldn't help it) so usually I'm careful when changing, etc. But during the workday, I'm expecting that noone is around and when I'm rushing I get a little lax. Like today. Rushing rushing rushing, will these pants do? No, try these pants. Ugh I'm bloaty, let me try these pants. etc etc etc, if you have a uterus, you know the drill. So I'm having a little fashion show when I notice the construction sounds across the street slowing down. and by across the street I mean directly across the street. Some background: New people bought the house and are moving in and are having some work done first so the house has been full of contractors pretty constantly as of late, a fact which I neglected to take into account when deciding to drop trou (trow?) in front of the window, which is also where my closet is. So anyhow, I notice that saws are slowing down, hammering is stopping etc and all I can think is "F. they see me" A quick glance across the street where I see a roomful of workers hanging back from the window looking in my general direction confirms this (hey guys? If you can see me even when I'm 5 feet back, I can also see you. fyi.) so I quickly decide that the pants I'm wearing will do and leave the room. I shake it off, I'm over it. Whatever. it happens right? Then I decide to take a quick jog up the road and hear from the house across the way "go to the window, she's across the street". I look around, yep, it's for me. There's a man working a table saw in the living room, wearing those big earmuffs so you don't go deaf and he was subtly alerting the boys to the fact that I'm showing myself again. Apparently they were wondering what I looked like from the front, and with pants on. Apparently also, they are not aware that they can be heard as I'm about 20 ft away, especially when screaming. Sigh. It's all good, it was very flattering once you translate from the gutterspeak, and I'm glad they're not feeling weird about observing me. I'd hate to make them uncomfortable about the fact that they're voyeurs and I'm apparently an exhibitionist. GGG right? So yeah, that's my morning thus far. I'm giving the Universe a point on this one for obvious reasons, but I'm taking one for me too. I like making people happy, and I have apparently done so. My work here is done.
Oh, and also I'm a hero. "Blatantly obvious", some might say, and they would be right. However, sometimes there is a reminder given like yesterday and I thought I would share. The people have a right to know. I'm sitting around, minding my business, working at my alter ego's job when I get a distress call. (are or are not the similarities to Superman *striking* at this point?) A friend's car has broken down, on the highway and help is needed. I hop in my trusty steed (Saturn, 4 cylinders, 92 horses bitches!) and head over. Once we determine that the broken down vehicle is not going anywhere on it's own we decide I'll tow it with my mean machine. See artist's rendering of the incident but in summary: it worked. Oh what an odd little chain gang we made, my tiny coupe towing an SUV around Baltimore. I did everything I could to draw attentio to us- well everything I could do while steering with one hand and maintaining radio communication with the towee. This mostly including screaming at passerby "'that's right bitches, I'm towing HIM". We made it safely to the garage, through hills, speedbumps and a short stint on the hightway. Overall it was great, and I was reminded why I became a superhero in the first place. Oh, the humanity... sigh...
not drawn to scale. SUV = markedly bigger than my truck, but you get the gist
TGIF for sure.
10:00am Round 1: Universe 1, Kerry 1 (draw)
Admittedly, this one's my fault. I live in a house that is tight with the other houses around it and I'm usually pretty conscious of this. It's easy to see in other people's windows if that's your bag (I used to have my desk in front of the window and couldn't help it) so usually I'm careful when changing, etc. But during the workday, I'm expecting that noone is around and when I'm rushing I get a little lax. Like today. Rushing rushing rushing, will these pants do? No, try these pants. Ugh I'm bloaty, let me try these pants. etc etc etc, if you have a uterus, you know the drill. So I'm having a little fashion show when I notice the construction sounds across the street slowing down. and by across the street I mean directly across the street. Some background: New people bought the house and are moving in and are having some work done first so the house has been full of contractors pretty constantly as of late, a fact which I neglected to take into account when deciding to drop trou (trow?) in front of the window, which is also where my closet is. So anyhow, I notice that saws are slowing down, hammering is stopping etc and all I can think is "F. they see me" A quick glance across the street where I see a roomful of workers hanging back from the window looking in my general direction confirms this (hey guys? If you can see me even when I'm 5 feet back, I can also see you. fyi.) so I quickly decide that the pants I'm wearing will do and leave the room. I shake it off, I'm over it. Whatever. it happens right? Then I decide to take a quick jog up the road and hear from the house across the way "go to the window, she's across the street". I look around, yep, it's for me. There's a man working a table saw in the living room, wearing those big earmuffs so you don't go deaf and he was subtly alerting the boys to the fact that I'm showing myself again. Apparently they were wondering what I looked like from the front, and with pants on. Apparently also, they are not aware that they can be heard as I'm about 20 ft away, especially when screaming. Sigh. It's all good, it was very flattering once you translate from the gutterspeak, and I'm glad they're not feeling weird about observing me. I'd hate to make them uncomfortable about the fact that they're voyeurs and I'm apparently an exhibitionist. GGG right? So yeah, that's my morning thus far. I'm giving the Universe a point on this one for obvious reasons, but I'm taking one for me too. I like making people happy, and I have apparently done so. My work here is done.
Oh, and also I'm a hero. "Blatantly obvious", some might say, and they would be right. However, sometimes there is a reminder given like yesterday and I thought I would share. The people have a right to know. I'm sitting around, minding my business, working at my alter ego's job when I get a distress call. (are or are not the similarities to Superman *striking* at this point?) A friend's car has broken down, on the highway and help is needed. I hop in my trusty steed (Saturn, 4 cylinders, 92 horses bitches!) and head over. Once we determine that the broken down vehicle is not going anywhere on it's own we decide I'll tow it with my mean machine. See artist's rendering of the incident but in summary: it worked. Oh what an odd little chain gang we made, my tiny coupe towing an SUV around Baltimore. I did everything I could to draw attentio to us- well everything I could do while steering with one hand and maintaining radio communication with the towee. This mostly including screaming at passerby "'that's right bitches, I'm towing HIM". We made it safely to the garage, through hills, speedbumps and a short stint on the hightway. Overall it was great, and I was reminded why I became a superhero in the first place. Oh, the humanity... sigh...
not drawn to scale. SUV = markedly bigger than my truck, but you get the gist11:30 am Round 2: Universe 2, Kerry 1 (point Universe)
So I head into the hallowed halls of NSI, feeling pretty good about myself. I have fans, loud burly appreciative fans and it went to my head, I admit this. But how can you not feel good about yourself after being so well received when you weren't even meaning to pose flatteringly? Sigh...so anyhow. I get to NSI a bit early for my meeting and decide to head to a nearby coffeehouse to get jazzed up for my meeting. Upon entering, I bob n weave through some scaffolding, pop in and get me an iced coffee (delicious btw, they sure do know how to make iced coffee around these parts haaaaa) sit down and take a breather. On exit I notice strikingly handsome construction worker man loitering on the steps eating lunch. Hello there. I smile, because yay! handsome alert! and he smiles, and then I'm thinking back to my fans and I decide I must just have appeal to the manual labor crowd. It's probably some weird dominate the corporate bitch fantasy, but ick so I discard that thought and just go back to enjoying the pretty face in front of me. And you know I can't do two things at once, so of course while I'm thinking all of this I'm inwardly projecting like a Snoopy cartoon when he has all those pictures above his head and he's just looking up smiling. Looking up, not looking forward, and so naturally I walk FACE FIRST INTO THE FUCKING SCAFFOLDING. sigh. I suppose that's what I get, but still and all. I go from admiring pretty man to almost knocking his coworker down on his head and killing them both. gross, how embarrassing. I take the cosmic hint and try to step back and shake off a little bit of the self love, just enough so I can concentrate on where I'm going. point to you universe, point to you. fucker.
So I head into the hallowed halls of NSI, feeling pretty good about myself. I have fans, loud burly appreciative fans and it went to my head, I admit this. But how can you not feel good about yourself after being so well received when you weren't even meaning to pose flatteringly? Sigh...so anyhow. I get to NSI a bit early for my meeting and decide to head to a nearby coffeehouse to get jazzed up for my meeting. Upon entering, I bob n weave through some scaffolding, pop in and get me an iced coffee (delicious btw, they sure do know how to make iced coffee around these parts haaaaa) sit down and take a breather. On exit I notice strikingly handsome construction worker man loitering on the steps eating lunch. Hello there. I smile, because yay! handsome alert! and he smiles, and then I'm thinking back to my fans and I decide I must just have appeal to the manual labor crowd. It's probably some weird dominate the corporate bitch fantasy, but ick so I discard that thought and just go back to enjoying the pretty face in front of me. And you know I can't do two things at once, so of course while I'm thinking all of this I'm inwardly projecting like a Snoopy cartoon when he has all those pictures above his head and he's just looking up smiling. Looking up, not looking forward, and so naturally I walk FACE FIRST INTO THE FUCKING SCAFFOLDING. sigh. I suppose that's what I get, but still and all. I go from admiring pretty man to almost knocking his coworker down on his head and killing them both. gross, how embarrassing. I take the cosmic hint and try to step back and shake off a little bit of the self love, just enough so I can concentrate on where I'm going. point to you universe, point to you. fucker.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Catch up time!
hmmmm...it's been a while, where to begin. I've had lots of fantastic rants come and go through my head over the last couple of weeks, but alas was never near a computer to share them with you all. Which is a bummer, because a couple of them were doozies, but I've forgotten them all at this point.
Any second now, I am going to put my Guatemala pictures up here and on my Flickr site. It was an amazing trip and a beautiful country and I want to go back and spend more time there. I'm newly motivated to square away my affairs and get myself into a position where I can spend more time traveling. I've always had a bit of wanderlust, but actually going someplace is a huge kick in the butt for me. I'm currently trying to devise a realistic plan and timeline to be free, I'll keep you all informed. and I think I'm going to make more of an effort to learn Spanish now. I've got several friends who speak various levels of Spanish, so I can inflict myself upon them for practice and also, in my fantasy I go to Guatemala for a month of Spanish school next year. We'll see. I know it's doable, but there are some sacrifices I have to consider such as giving up living alone in the name of saving money. It's not something I really want to do, but if I took on a roommate or 2 I could bank some serious money. When I'm done with the plan for my liberation, I'll see what change in timeline would be affected by having additional income in the house and make my decision then. I love living alone, but living alone in Baltimore vs living in Guatemala or some other country might be the kicker. Of course, winning the lottery is the ultimate answer but it's not working so far.
ok, I think that's all for now. Technically I should be "working" but in actuality I'm spending lots of time in the library thanks to some Bad Mexican I had the other night. It was so authentic it even came with Montezuma's revenge. doh!
Any second now, I am going to put my Guatemala pictures up here and on my Flickr site. It was an amazing trip and a beautiful country and I want to go back and spend more time there. I'm newly motivated to square away my affairs and get myself into a position where I can spend more time traveling. I've always had a bit of wanderlust, but actually going someplace is a huge kick in the butt for me. I'm currently trying to devise a realistic plan and timeline to be free, I'll keep you all informed. and I think I'm going to make more of an effort to learn Spanish now. I've got several friends who speak various levels of Spanish, so I can inflict myself upon them for practice and also, in my fantasy I go to Guatemala for a month of Spanish school next year. We'll see. I know it's doable, but there are some sacrifices I have to consider such as giving up living alone in the name of saving money. It's not something I really want to do, but if I took on a roommate or 2 I could bank some serious money. When I'm done with the plan for my liberation, I'll see what change in timeline would be affected by having additional income in the house and make my decision then. I love living alone, but living alone in Baltimore vs living in Guatemala or some other country might be the kicker. Of course, winning the lottery is the ultimate answer but it's not working so far.
ok, I think that's all for now. Technically I should be "working" but in actuality I'm spending lots of time in the library thanks to some Bad Mexican I had the other night. It was so authentic it even came with Montezuma's revenge. doh!
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