Monday, March 26, 2007

Information plops

This weekend I learned that I am not completely irresistable.

To compensate for an awkward rejection, I went shopping and bought myself a ridiculously-expensive tank top. It cost $53, but I really do love it that much. It's designed for yoga, dancing and jogging and just being in it makes me feel like working out.

I have the day off to recover from my work event this weekend (which was really stressful and hectic but turned out mostly okay), so I'm hanging out with my mom and doing all kinds of boring things like laundry, packing, grocery shopping and bill paying.

The photographer left this morning for an overseas adventure. She's getting married in a month and a half to a guy who does a lot of travelling in his career, so she's going to visit him, do some touring of her future homeland and take a lot of pictures. I feel weird that she's gone and that she'll have to navigate a foreign airport alone, but I'm sure she'll have a great time and come back with a fantastic tan just in time for her wedding.

Friday, March 23, 2007

The perks

I'm sitting high above the downtown area of a big city in a fancy hotel, wearing my bathing suit as I type this on my friend's laptop. I'm on a business trip and just had to let you know that I'm about to hop into the hot tub. Some days I love my job.

Monday, March 19, 2007

A busy day

I just helped write a few radio ads. It was fun. And I can’t believe someone else will soon be reading my words live on the radio. It’s crazy.

Now I’m working on a little promo film my company is doing. I’m putting together a storyboard, which means I’m picking the words and all the pictures to go along with them for the film. Basically I’m directing the film, which is rather exciting.

The camera guy/ editor said he’s ready to do whatever I ask him to. I told him I can be obsessive compulsive when it comes to projects like this, so he should let me know if I’m being annoying. He replied that he’s glad I’m care about the project and that I’m going to be making sure things go smoothly.

Two of the four of us who work together are sick and our deadlines are getting tight for the big projects we’re doing. I’m a little nervous about how little time we have left, but I’m sure we can pull it off.

P.S. I have my first business cards ever. I love them. They have my phone number, fax number, e-mail, degree, job title, work address and everything on them. I feel a little pompous carrying them around in my purse.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

A few personal shortcomings

Feeding myself is turning out harder than it should be. Part of the problem is that my fridge is broken so pretty much all I can have in my apartment are room-temperature foods.

Other obstacles are that I am 1) cheap, 2) lazy and 3) a picky eater.

Today I missed breakfast and was foraging through my cupboard for something to eat at work. I found a bag of baking walnuts. They are now gone and my jaw is a little sore from all the chewing.

At lunch time, I thought I'd bring myself a little afternoon snack. Apart from a package of cookie dough, the only acceptable snack I could find was a bag of chocolate chips. They were delicious at first, but I have had far too many of them for one afternoon.

I think it's about time for me to invest in a box or two of granola bars.

Another complication of living on my own is that now there's no one to clean up my messes. No one washes my dishes or scrubs out my stove or cleans my tub or stocks up on toilet paper for me anymore. I miss my good-cooking, good-cleaning mom.

I actually am so tired of my messiness that I called a few cleaning companies yesterday to see how much it would cost to have a maid. It costs would cost almost as much as rent to have someone else do my tidying for me. I'm trying to convince my mom I need a weaning process to get me used to cleaning up after myself, but I don't think my charms are working on her.

While I may not be able to feed myself properly or clean up my miniature home, I still have my super-shopping abilities. You'll be pleased to know that I now have a pair of snug-hipped wide-legged plaid work pants ($19.99) and a light blue, dark green and maroon button-up work shirts ($15 for all three).

So I may be messy and malnourished, but at least I am professionally attired.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Ode to the melting

It's officially spring. I love it. I love that the sidewalks are clear and that there are little rivers of melted snow trickling down the gutters. I love that I didn't have to wear a winter jacket today, that my newly-waxed legs can feel the spring breeze and that there are dogs, babies and all kinds of people out in the park. I love that my glasses aren't fogging up when I come inside and that I don't have to wear my winter boots every day. And I love how little birds sing outside my window when the sun comes up and shines on me. It's great.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Good news (mostly)

The snow is melting, spring is coming, I'm going to the symphony tonight and P is back. It's lovely.

Yesterday I went on a business trip for lunch and a quick meeting. It was fun, but during the long drive I may have disclosed a few too many personal details. Like that I once dated a criminal. That was a rather unfortunate thing to mention.

But the trip was good, the event we're planning will be huge and I get to film a documentary -- entirely on my own -- for a project we have in the works. And there's a possibility I could stay on at the place I'm working (I'm on an internship right now) and participate in a major project the company is working on.

So that's a lot of good stuff going on. So it makes it okay that I did something I really shouldn't have. Because a girl can't have everything go well for her at a time.

I called the Snowplower. He said he's missed me (a few weeks ago I told him I was done with our messy confusing "relationship") and said that now he'll have a regular schedule and a lot more time to hang out with me.

I don't think he really means anything he says, so thus continues the saga of our pseudo-relationship's demise.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Bonus points

I have a terrible addiction to bonus points at Shoppers' Drug Mart. Every time there's a 20X points event, I feel like I need to spend $100s of dollars.

Yesterday happened to be a bonus day for preferred customers (ones that spend ridiculous amounts of money on dill pickle Crispy Minis and eyeshadow) and I got a little carried away. All I really wanted was a chocolate bar, but I ended up with four bags full of "groceries" and quite a few bonus points. I have got to stop doing that.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

To be placed in a lavender-scented trunk

My darling little blog, how I have missed you. I sit at my desk trying not to think about you, but am failing miserably at that task.

I didn't get to tell you that the Snowplower left me a very romantic voicemail. He said, "I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to make out. Call me."

I didn't get to tell you that I called him back a few days later and said, "thanks for the lovely offer, but this is hurting me too much and I need a lot more than that." I'm kind of proud of me.

I didn't get to tell you that I wrote an Executive Memo the other day and felt very pompous while doing it.

I didn't even get to tell you that when I write press releases, I'm supposed to make up quotes from the important people in the office. This scandalizes me and makes me think I must still be rather naive. (After I make up the quotes, a few other people tweak them and the person I attributed them to approves them, so it's only 87% lying.)

I didn't get to tell you that years ago someone committed suicide off my building and now I can't look at the parking lot the same way.

I didn't get to tell you that I could've someone the other day. My smoke detector was going (even though my cookies were still raw) so I opened my window. And when I opened my window, it almost fell out of the frame. And there were people down below. And yes, the smoke detector was still blaring while I was trying not to drop my window on strangers' heads. My that was a fun time.

Well dear blog, it's been far too long. But I must go. I'm off to play Barbies with Faunty and our littlest sister. Somehow I think I'm going to have to be the bad guy who steals pets or kidnaps babies. I'll try to keep in touch.

-g