Over lunch the other day, the big cheese was talking about taking his kids to the movies and how excited they were about the new Lindsay Lohan movie. Stuggling with the name, he came up with "Herpes - The Love Bug, or something like that..."
The love bug, indeed.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
jazzberryram's day off
Three days off from work and a weekend later, and I'm bored as all hell, itching for Monday morning to come so I can once again return to my office. Pathetic, isn't it?
Not to say that it hasn't been nice having some time off from the hectic pace of the office, but since I hadn't really planned anything exciting, I quickly got bored of hanging out with myself - since all my friends were either at school or at work while I was on a proverbial 'hall pass.'
I did go down to campus and visit some friends at my alma mater, which proved to be an interesting walk back in time. Had lunch with an old friend who now works on campus, then popped by to visit my former faculty advisor, an associate dean, as well as her secretary. It seems they always thought that I would return to academia in some form or another, and kept encouraging me in that direction. I never knew. Back when I was still working for the University, I thought it a plausible option, carving out a career at the University - in communications or marketing, or something along those lines. However, since I forayed into the world beyond the ivory tower, I haven't really looked back - until now. Not that I'm going to change my mind and return my one-way airfare to Boston, but it's nice to know that I have other options that I can hide up my sleeve for safekeeping, and that I have some backers.
After meeting old friends, and missing others who were in meetings when I swung by their offices, I wandered around campus, marvelling at all the architectural changes that have been made since I was a caffiene-addicted student toting my backpack from class to class to dorm room to class and back. As I walked into the Main Library and walked into the stacks, I got this erie feeling that I didn't belong. I made a quick exit, and headed back to my car to drive away.
One of the other days (I don't remember anymore - they've jumbled into one collective 'day off work'), I went to the local movie theatre to watch the latest film by Paul Haggis, Crash. It was gritty and heart-breaking, and I found myself tearing up at certain points, or with my jaw hanging in disbelief at others. It's a fairly realistic look at racism and bigotry, but at times, suffers under the weight of the stereotypes it portrays, even as it attempts to shatter them.
In a bit of a spending mood, I also went to the music store and picked up a few CDs to add to the collection:
The Thrills, Let's Bottle Bohemia
Moby, Hotel
Elliott Smith, From a Basement on a Hill
I also polished of Augusten Burroughs' memoir, Dry. An amusing read, both funny and poignant, making me laugh outloud at times, with this book Burroughs has cemented his status alongside satirist David Sedaris, as one of my favourite writers. Next up, Michael Cunningham, Land's End.
Not to say that it hasn't been nice having some time off from the hectic pace of the office, but since I hadn't really planned anything exciting, I quickly got bored of hanging out with myself - since all my friends were either at school or at work while I was on a proverbial 'hall pass.'
I did go down to campus and visit some friends at my alma mater, which proved to be an interesting walk back in time. Had lunch with an old friend who now works on campus, then popped by to visit my former faculty advisor, an associate dean, as well as her secretary. It seems they always thought that I would return to academia in some form or another, and kept encouraging me in that direction. I never knew. Back when I was still working for the University, I thought it a plausible option, carving out a career at the University - in communications or marketing, or something along those lines. However, since I forayed into the world beyond the ivory tower, I haven't really looked back - until now. Not that I'm going to change my mind and return my one-way airfare to Boston, but it's nice to know that I have other options that I can hide up my sleeve for safekeeping, and that I have some backers.
After meeting old friends, and missing others who were in meetings when I swung by their offices, I wandered around campus, marvelling at all the architectural changes that have been made since I was a caffiene-addicted student toting my backpack from class to class to dorm room to class and back. As I walked into the Main Library and walked into the stacks, I got this erie feeling that I didn't belong. I made a quick exit, and headed back to my car to drive away.
One of the other days (I don't remember anymore - they've jumbled into one collective 'day off work'), I went to the local movie theatre to watch the latest film by Paul Haggis, Crash. It was gritty and heart-breaking, and I found myself tearing up at certain points, or with my jaw hanging in disbelief at others. It's a fairly realistic look at racism and bigotry, but at times, suffers under the weight of the stereotypes it portrays, even as it attempts to shatter them.
In a bit of a spending mood, I also went to the music store and picked up a few CDs to add to the collection:
The Thrills, Let's Bottle Bohemia
Moby, Hotel
Elliott Smith, From a Basement on a Hill
I also polished of Augusten Burroughs' memoir, Dry. An amusing read, both funny and poignant, making me laugh outloud at times, with this book Burroughs has cemented his status alongside satirist David Sedaris, as one of my favourite writers. Next up, Michael Cunningham, Land's End.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
i could have been arnold's neighbour
Now that I've accepted a job offer in a city where it's either freakishly one extreme or another - sweltering heat or bitterly freezing - I'm getting e-mails asking to set up interviews for the mild West Coast climates that I'm accustomed to. I just turned down an interview request for a job in West Sacramento.
That's okay, I doubt The Governator and I would have gotten along well anyway.
That's okay, I doubt The Governator and I would have gotten along well anyway.
the start of goodbye
It's weird, I still don't have a start date, nor do I know when I'm making the move to Boston, but already, I'm starting to say farewell to some friends in anticipation for my cross-continent move. C's become a good friend of mine ever since we first met back in University - she the Program Assistant, and I, a student in the same Co-op Program. It's going to be hard to say our final goodbyes, especially since we're both pretty horrible at keeping in touch over e-mail, but we'll have to make that extra effort.
We drove to Yaletown and took a long walk along the SeaWall, enjoying the gorgeous sunshine and the amazing scenery. Seeing the tents lined up along the water in Vanier Park, and the warm sunshine hitting the waves, making them glisten, It struck me how much I'm going to miss all of this.
After wandering back to Yaletown, undecided on where to eat, we finally got back into the car and headed to CRU, a teeny little box of a restaurant on Broadway and Granville. Living up to the adage that "size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it that counts,' CRU lived up to its well deserved acclaim. Fast, friendly service by a gracious staff, a casual, yet elegant atmosphere that makes you forget that you're essentially dining in a sardine can, and delectable plates that tantilize the senses embody the sophisticated, yet down-home charm of this west coast eatery.
My selections included a plate of Beef tenderloin Carpaccio with caperberries, truffle aioli and shaved parmesan to whet the appetite, followed by aHerb-crusted New Zealand Lamb Loin served over fricasée of artichoke hearts, olives, potato and haricots vert . For dessrt, awarm Passion Fruit Soufflé with milk chocolate sauce to drizzle over top. We shared dessrts, and if I had to choose, C's Bitter Chocolate Torte with port-stewed rhubarb and crème fraîche, would be the winner, seeing as how I'm such a chocolate whore.
After we finished dessert and realized that the Amazing Race would be on TV shortly, we hurridly took care of the bill and rushed back to C's place, just in time for the start of the show. Both rooting for the powerhouse team of Rob & Amber, we were a little disappointed by the second-place finish. Despite the fact that they made several errors on this final leg of the race, they still played the game stronger than any of the other teams, and brought with them the Survivor manta of outwitting, outplaying, and outlasting the other teams. Unfortunately, their luck ran out as American Airlines whelled the plane back to the gate and allowed Uchena and Joyce to hop onto the flight at the last moment. Now, when has that ever happened in real life?
L'Appuntamento :: Ornella Vanoni
We drove to Yaletown and took a long walk along the SeaWall, enjoying the gorgeous sunshine and the amazing scenery. Seeing the tents lined up along the water in Vanier Park, and the warm sunshine hitting the waves, making them glisten, It struck me how much I'm going to miss all of this.
After wandering back to Yaletown, undecided on where to eat, we finally got back into the car and headed to CRU, a teeny little box of a restaurant on Broadway and Granville. Living up to the adage that "size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it that counts,' CRU lived up to its well deserved acclaim. Fast, friendly service by a gracious staff, a casual, yet elegant atmosphere that makes you forget that you're essentially dining in a sardine can, and delectable plates that tantilize the senses embody the sophisticated, yet down-home charm of this west coast eatery.
My selections included a plate of Beef tenderloin Carpaccio with caperberries, truffle aioli and shaved parmesan to whet the appetite, followed by aHerb-crusted New Zealand Lamb Loin served over fricasée of artichoke hearts, olives, potato and haricots vert . For dessrt, awarm Passion Fruit Soufflé with milk chocolate sauce to drizzle over top. We shared dessrts, and if I had to choose, C's Bitter Chocolate Torte with port-stewed rhubarb and crème fraîche, would be the winner, seeing as how I'm such a chocolate whore.
After we finished dessert and realized that the Amazing Race would be on TV shortly, we hurridly took care of the bill and rushed back to C's place, just in time for the start of the show. Both rooting for the powerhouse team of Rob & Amber, we were a little disappointed by the second-place finish. Despite the fact that they made several errors on this final leg of the race, they still played the game stronger than any of the other teams, and brought with them the Survivor manta of outwitting, outplaying, and outlasting the other teams. Unfortunately, their luck ran out as American Airlines whelled the plane back to the gate and allowed Uchena and Joyce to hop onto the flight at the last moment. Now, when has that ever happened in real life?
L'Appuntamento :: Ornella Vanoni
Thursday, May 05, 2005
it's not you, it's me...
I finally decided to give potential boss man (PBM) a call today to turn down his job offer and let him know that I've accepted the job in Boston. Strangely, the whole process felt like I was breaking up with him. First there was the whole build-up to the inevitable phone call. (Yes, I broke up with him over the phone. I know, I know - shame on me! In my defense though, he's waaay on the other side of the continent, and in a completely different timezone, folks. So, gimme a break!) I had already made up my mind about Boston, but put off calling him because I wasn't sure what to say, and I wasn't ready to have the awkward conversation. So, I put it off over the weekend, and procrastinated until today.
Funny thing is, I was actually prepared to call, but PBM beat me to it, which kinda caught me off-guard. We had the talk, I told him about my decision and he tried to sound excited for me. Then asked about Boston - which was kind of like telling the girl you're breaking up with about the new girl that you're seeing.
The whole process was relatively painless, and it made me wonder what took me so long to do it. The call ended amicably and we promised to stay in touch. Kinda like the last time I broke up with someone. I think that time, I wimped out and did it over the phone too. Don't hate!
Funny thing is, I was actually prepared to call, but PBM beat me to it, which kinda caught me off-guard. We had the talk, I told him about my decision and he tried to sound excited for me. Then asked about Boston - which was kind of like telling the girl you're breaking up with about the new girl that you're seeing.
The whole process was relatively painless, and it made me wonder what took me so long to do it. The call ended amicably and we promised to stay in touch. Kinda like the last time I broke up with someone. I think that time, I wimped out and did it over the phone too. Don't hate!
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