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28 December 2008 : In short.
Someone just drove past my house with their bass turned up so high that it set off a car alarm.
My three considerations on this were as follows:
1. Wow, that's annoying.
2. Poor Jen has to get up in four hours.
3. I really, really hate the whisper song.
posted by lindsay at 00:24 :: 6 comments
27 December 2008 : That kind of update.
I know it's been a while. And I know there was at least one person to whom I promised a long overdue post about anything (not everything, though).
Then things sort of went haywire: Christmas happened, which is a busy time for everyone, and this year's economically inspired decision to give everyone handmade gifts turned out to be well received, beautifully worked, and time consuming as all hell. Still, as usual, spending time with my friends and family is a boon.
The corporation in charge of issuing my paychecks has gotten too big for its britches, and is closing down about a million locations across the nation (mine included) in addition to cutting labor across the board, which left me scrambling for hours and for placement (which, I think, has been found). My ability to support myself has become suddenly dubious.
I have stopped listening obsessively to Iron&Wine, and have begun listening obsessively to Mike Doughty. Pal is really tired of it.
I signed up for nursing school. Holy crap. It's wise on EIGHTY MILLION levels, and is also terrifying, and means I am absolutely resigned to at least two more years below poverty level. And then long working hours and fat paychecks I can't use because I won't have any free time.
A dear friend and coworker was brutally beaten in an attack that is being officially labeled "attempted robbery" but was in fact most likely just a random act of violence. I showed up for my shift that morning to locked doors and police sirens, and closed down the store three hours after it opened, stepping over his blood to get to the dish machine. For the record, he is a pagan saint of a man who is taking this all with great valor, and will fully recover without too much effort. Corporate says attempted robbery. Those of us who have been in the coffee industry long enough to know that people are fucking crazy say, "He wanted a nonfat latte, and we gave him a mocha with whip."
For the next two weeks, I have to go back to that store and work, knowing that my safety and that of my friends has been compromised and no one really cares that much, because they know that we can't live without our crappy seven bucks an hour.
Sean's coming to visit. Andy's coming to visit. I have a house to clean and roommates to feed and gardens to plan and a life to live with a great deal of joy, despite all that's happened.
Also, there's a 6 foot tall Indian man with hair down to there and multiple master's degrees. He calls me dear.
Toast this new year and the one it leaves behind, everyone. Each deserves the accolades.
posted by lindsay at 12:57 :: 0 comments
16 December 2008 : One drunken evening.
A nudge, maybe a push.
Luckily the man in question was too kind to deliver it while we descended on the escalator. The people in front of us might have been disappointed. The idea was planted somewhere in between the white ginger martini and the white chocolate martini. Then I got online and did some research. Then Pal walked downstairs, and I said, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go to nursing school."
She said, "All right, let's do it."
Please note that in the past, planning too carefully has backfired on me in all too many ways. I talk a good game, maybe the best game, but fruition has never been my strong point (see above, re: that whole PhD thing).
I will tell you this: I have enrolled in school once again. I have a concrete plan including a timetable which I intend to follow. Should this become difficult, I will readjust accordingly. I have already committed to going out of my way (uh, Muncie) to make it happen. I have my Pal along for the ride, so we can help one another stay focused and be as successful as possible.
If all goes well, I think I will find myself in Africa, or South America, or Eastern Europe, or the South Pacific, or whatever by...2013. Maybe 2014. Whatever.
Everyone I've spoken too has said precisely the same thing:
That's such a great idea! I can't believe you never thought of it before!
I have to agree. Now excuse me while I go to bed in the warm glow of having a future once again.
posted by lindsay at 21:26 :: 1 comments
Someone just drove past my house with their bass turned up so high that it set off a car alarm.
My three considerations on this were as follows:
1. Wow, that's annoying.
2. Poor Jen has to get up in four hours.
3. I really, really hate the whisper song.
posted by lindsay at 00:24 :: 6 comments
27 December 2008 : That kind of update.
I know it's been a while. And I know there was at least one person to whom I promised a long overdue post about anything (not everything, though).
Then things sort of went haywire: Christmas happened, which is a busy time for everyone, and this year's economically inspired decision to give everyone handmade gifts turned out to be well received, beautifully worked, and time consuming as all hell. Still, as usual, spending time with my friends and family is a boon.
The corporation in charge of issuing my paychecks has gotten too big for its britches, and is closing down about a million locations across the nation (mine included) in addition to cutting labor across the board, which left me scrambling for hours and for placement (which, I think, has been found). My ability to support myself has become suddenly dubious.
I have stopped listening obsessively to Iron&Wine, and have begun listening obsessively to Mike Doughty. Pal is really tired of it.
I signed up for nursing school. Holy crap. It's wise on EIGHTY MILLION levels, and is also terrifying, and means I am absolutely resigned to at least two more years below poverty level. And then long working hours and fat paychecks I can't use because I won't have any free time.
A dear friend and coworker was brutally beaten in an attack that is being officially labeled "attempted robbery" but was in fact most likely just a random act of violence. I showed up for my shift that morning to locked doors and police sirens, and closed down the store three hours after it opened, stepping over his blood to get to the dish machine. For the record, he is a pagan saint of a man who is taking this all with great valor, and will fully recover without too much effort. Corporate says attempted robbery. Those of us who have been in the coffee industry long enough to know that people are fucking crazy say, "He wanted a nonfat latte, and we gave him a mocha with whip."
For the next two weeks, I have to go back to that store and work, knowing that my safety and that of my friends has been compromised and no one really cares that much, because they know that we can't live without our crappy seven bucks an hour.
Sean's coming to visit. Andy's coming to visit. I have a house to clean and roommates to feed and gardens to plan and a life to live with a great deal of joy, despite all that's happened.
Also, there's a 6 foot tall Indian man with hair down to there and multiple master's degrees. He calls me dear.
Toast this new year and the one it leaves behind, everyone. Each deserves the accolades.
posted by lindsay at 12:57 :: 0 comments
16 December 2008 : One drunken evening.
A nudge, maybe a push.
Luckily the man in question was too kind to deliver it while we descended on the escalator. The people in front of us might have been disappointed. The idea was planted somewhere in between the white ginger martini and the white chocolate martini. Then I got online and did some research. Then Pal walked downstairs, and I said, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go to nursing school."
She said, "All right, let's do it."
Please note that in the past, planning too carefully has backfired on me in all too many ways. I talk a good game, maybe the best game, but fruition has never been my strong point (see above, re: that whole PhD thing).
I will tell you this: I have enrolled in school once again. I have a concrete plan including a timetable which I intend to follow. Should this become difficult, I will readjust accordingly. I have already committed to going out of my way (uh, Muncie) to make it happen. I have my Pal along for the ride, so we can help one another stay focused and be as successful as possible.
If all goes well, I think I will find myself in Africa, or South America, or Eastern Europe, or the South Pacific, or whatever by...2013. Maybe 2014. Whatever.
Everyone I've spoken too has said precisely the same thing:
That's such a great idea! I can't believe you never thought of it before!
I have to agree. Now excuse me while I go to bed in the warm glow of having a future once again.
posted by lindsay at 21:26 :: 1 comments