Monday, September 27, 2010

Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Alexander Style)


I hope you've all read Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day at least once. It's a great children's book that teaches that everyone has bad days, even in Australia.

And what do you know, I had such a day.


1. My boss yelled at me. He asked me to meet him in the club room and I thought he said the conference room. My bad. When I finally did find him I was greeted by a man smoking a cigar and reading an newspaper, who uttered a snarly "Now means now."  He was upset because he didn't like the song playing on the system ( I don't make the playlist, FYI). I'm sorry you don't like Green Day buddy, but that's no reason to yell at me. And I'm sorry that you think you are so important that you can't get up off your own behind and push a button on an iPod. I have now coined a very nice nickname for him: JefFU.

2. Lack of sleep, Ty and I had a long talk last night, which resulted in me only getting 5 hours of sleep. It also resulted in a stuffy nose and the loss of a box of tissues, as I did a lot of crying. Everything is okay right now, but seriously, thin walls are no fun when you are having said situation.

3.  35 minutes spent on phone with Fed Ex. There was an issue with a package and JefFU needed to know why. The reason, "sometimes these things happen" is apparently not good enough for him. So, I, the temp, got the lovely job of calling a 1-800 number and getting transfered a million times. 

Golly, geee woow. Rotten day.

But I am home and I plan to sleep. 

I also plan to remove all traces of my name from this blog. 

Saturday, September 25, 2010

This Week(ends)'s Agenda

Way back when, oh say about 10 years ago, I was a secretary for our local 4-H group. Go ahead and laugh (I am), but those peeps taught me to sew and cook and can like no one's business. And they also taught me how to take notes. In honor of them, I thought I'd borrow secretarial format...okay, not really because of them, but because I just wanted to.


1.Fight with best friend

2.Close proximity to brother

3.Arrogant dude at work


1.Fight with boyfriend (argument or disagreement is really a better word)

2. Enjoying close proximity to brother

3. Work is getting better.


1. A recent phone call which began with a compliment (Me: "can't wait for us to live together") and ended with a conflict (Him: "Sometimes thinking about this leaves me a little anxious.) Arrghhh! The most annoying thing about arguing long distance is that these things always seem to happen at an inopportune time---as did this one, as he was at a coffee house and I was surrounded by thin walls and roommates. Yikes.  Resolution? Yes. Lingering yucky feelings? Maybe just a bit.

2.  My brother and I hung out today. K joined the Crew team and as a result, we haven't gotten to hang out much. Apparently, Crew is both physically and socially draining. Anyways, I snatched K from the dorms, took him back to my place and made him a good ol' homemade dinner. He loved it. As did I. Perhaps we could make this a weekly thing? 

3. Work is getting better, like a said above. I've done everything from polish silver knifes to contact AG candidates to fax invoices. 9-3. That's me. Arrogant dude is still arrogant. And for some reason, I always make a fool of myself in front of him. But you know what? I'm putting on the teflon skin and just letting it slide off my shoulders. Or at least that's what I'm trying to do. 


1. Trip to SC to Visit T

2. Jersey Shore Parties

3. My Thrifting Glories



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

This Blog Should Really Be Titled: How To Live With Cool People

No, seriously. 

I, am, for once in my life, surrounded by cool people.

I am living with them, in fact.

That being far, I really like my roommates. And I really like work.

(Minus an arrogant pretty boy who makes me feel stooooppidd. He does. But I'm trying not to let him.)

I've been working 8 hour days. Remember when I was complaining about 4 hour ones?

What a wimp I was. 


1. My brother moved into the dorms. For those of you who don't know, K is going to school at my alma mater (which is also where I live currently).

2. My BFF and I are having issues. Does this happen? I know people have issues with their BFs but BFFs? Really? 

Friday, September 17, 2010

Teee Geee Eyyyee Effff!

No, seriously.

It's Friday.

T's visiting this weekend and I just put his favorite--tamale pie--in the oven. When I got off work, I ran to Target and I bought Mike's Hard Lemonade to celebrate (my first time buying alcohol at a store, no joke).

Man, Friday hasn't felt this good since, well, high school. Remember when we went to school for like hours and hours, back to back? Yeah, I haven't had this feeling since high school.

And guess what!? I got a promotion, or as much of a promotion as a temp could get, I suppose.

They want me to work more hours! Ca-ching!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Just Call Me Anne Hathaway

"I used to worry too much, take myself too seriously. I had to learn that perfectionism slows everything down. All it does is keep you motivated by fear." -Anne Hathaway

For some reason, I love this quote. I think it may have to do with the fact that Anne Hathaway and moi share a few similarities. We both admit to being perfectionistic at times and we both admit that we worry a little to much. My anxiety level, as well as my desire for perfection, is something that I grapple with everyday. After a quarter or so of counseling sessions last year at school, I've learned how to better deal with both. But I'm still dealing and I'm sure you'll see more of my battle to overcome it. Stick around long enough and you'll see what I mean.

Oh and speaking of Miss Hathaway, I had a Devil Wears Prada moment today. I had to pick up a sandwich for my boss. Just like Anne's character, I ran around town looking for the silly sandwich place( which was extremely hidden between a court building and an old opera house). And apparently my boss has "Miranda Presely" status, because as soon as I uttered his name the sandwich was in my hands.

Hello? I didn't know that this happened outside books and movies.

Also, I forgot to mention that the people I am working for are worth millions of dollars. Cool, yes. Intimidating, slightly.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

You're Gonna Make it After All

So, I may have had a crazy day that began with:

"You need to step up your phone skills" (via swanky temp job that sort of intimidates me)

and ended with:

"I don't want to do my homework or eat dinner or do anything you say" (via babysitting)

And 10 hours later I was home.


My Mom keeps telling me that I remind her of the theme from Mary Tyler Moore.

And I have to agree somewhat. I may not throw my hat in Time Square or live in NY, but despite all this chaos and confusion, you know what?

I am going to make it after all.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Self Soothing Via Listing

Hello, all.

I'm currently in minor crisis mode and I really have no clue why.

Okay, I have a few ideas why.

1. I'm tired. Doesn't everything seem ten times worse when you are either tired or on your period? If both happen, god forbid, you've got yourself a situ-ation, right there.

Luckily, I'm only tired. Reason being: I'm relearning how to survive in the workplace and it dragging all of the life out of me. Apparently, I'm a light weight if I feel this way after a temp job.

2. I am tired.

3. I am tired.

4. Why did writing this post seem like a good idea at the time? I think I'll get sidetracked and peruse claw foot bathtubs again.

Loving this one:

Monday, September 13, 2010

Playing this Game Called Waiting

Okay, so you know how I said that the star's must have aligned when I moved into my new apartment?

I'm beginning to think that they might not have aligned all the way.

Reason being this:

Tandem parking is extremely unfortunate.

For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll explain. Basically, my apartment complex (which is lovely and some would even say luxurious) only gives each residence 2 parkings spots. These parking spots happen to be lined up behind each other. Meaning a car is parked directly behind a car. Meaning, unless you are the car on the outside, you can't get out.

Meaning, I have to wait for my roommate, J, to get home so we can move cars and so that I can get to work on time in the morning.

waiting, waiting, waiting....

But while on the subject of work:

Not only is my part time temp job going well (another post for another time) but I also got an interview at TARGET!!!



Star realignment, anyone?

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Reviewing "Shacking Up"

So it's no secret that I love the public library.

Free books?

I'm there.

The local public library happens to be in walking distance from my apartment, so I've already been there twice this week (one more reason that leads me to think that the star's aligned when I moved here).

And whilst there, I ran across a section in the Non Fic that stopped me in my tracks.

Apparently, there is a section about cohabiting and how to do it successfully.

Hello!? I need this book!

Unlike my love for the library, my dream of cohabiting with T is somewhat more secret. We've decided that next year we will consider taking the plunge--i.e sharing a lease.

Opting for the bubblegummy cover over the boring Idiot's Guide to Cohabiting (I kid not), I decided on Shacking Up: The Smart Girl's Guide to Living in Sin Without Getting Burned.

Doesn't that just sound more fun?

Sitting in my bathtub, soaking, I began reading this book. And I liked it. NOTHING was sugar coated. The Whitman Sisters discussed the whole statistic that I've heard in ALL my college psych classes: Cohabiting couples who marry risk a 50% divorce rate. But there is more to that statistic than meets the eye. 1. It is outdated and 2. It forgets to mention that cohabiting couples who have a plan (i.e marriage in a year) can actually have extremely successful marriages with low divorce reates. It's the cohab-couples who slid into marriage as a next resort or because they feel they should that are in trouble.

My favorite chapter was entitled "Breaking the News to Friends and Family." I definitely ear marked this section so I can review it a few times before the time comes.

My only major problemo with the book? Every person that was interviewed or referenced was 29+. What about us 22 year old gals, huh? I mean come on.

More musings and mumblings on cohabs later.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Blah Says the Insomniac

It's 11:21.

I took a bath. I read a book. I lit a candle. It was a soothing experience. You would think that I'd be ready for bed? I guess not.

Because, as I've made clear already, it is 11:21. And that means I should be asleep and in bed.

Potential reasons for my insomnia:

1. I drank a cup of Moroccan mint tea before bed. Caffeine? I think so. Those crazy Moroccans, mixing herbal with addictive. Did I mention this stuff is amazing?

2. I have had little social contact for the past few days. Unless you count the 9 year old I babysit or the lady at the library counter. Skyping my brother, parents, friends and boyfriend doesn't count.
Too much alone time makes Linds a restless girl.

3. I have this thing hanging over my head on Monday. I'm once again temping at this swanky investing firm. I was requested because they were "so impressed with me last time." Well, I do answer a phone and push buttons very well. I also know how to type. Ask anymore of me on Monday, and I may let you down. Okay, okay, I know. I am totally not helping myself here.
But this is who I am. I WORRY ABOUT THE UNKNOWN. Not so much WHAT IF the world will end tomorrow or WHAT IF I get mobbed in a parking lot, but more so WHAT IF they ask me to do something I don't know how to do? Or WHAT IF I do something completely and totally wrong.

I promise I've worked through some of this in therapy.

4. My lovely boyfriend (I don't mean that sarcastically), who I usually talk to before bed is out with his sister and her friends at a pub. Jealous? Not really. Thrown off? Yes.
I like routine. And talking to T is part of my bedtime routine.

5. I (was) am hungry. I am turning into my Dad. He tends to get hungry in the middle of the night. As do I now, apparently. Grape nuts for him, peanut butter and crackers for me.

Thursday, September 9, 2010


I need work clothes.

When did I decide that it was simply okay to only own jeans and inappropiately short dresses/skirts? Apparently, I made this decision somewhere along the line because I am seriously lacking this mystical thing called a working wardrobe.
I’ve already used my interview outfit and back up interview outfit, so when I arrive on Monday I either have the choice of slut skirt or a previously worn outfit—-neither of which is an option.

I might make a teeeny tinnny trip to the Vac outlets this weekend. Perhaps, step into J Crew?

Spend money I really shouldn’t spend.

Well, in my mom’s words:

“Office clothes are an investment.”

Yeah. Look at me investing in my future.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


DAY 1 of living in new apartment

Today, I woke up in a new room. I like this room. I have a ceiling fan. I have a plant. I have a very grown up looking bedspread.

I also woke up in what some might call a state of anxiety. My body was shaking a little and my stomach was quaking a lot. Basically, I was all nerves.

Reason being: I have an "interview" tomorrow with a Temp Agency. Except at 7:00 this morning I didn't really understand the latter. Having talked to my mom--in an attempt to calm myself down--I soon learned that this "interview" really shouldn't be all too scary. Besides failing the Excel skills test and having to pull some crazy strings to print my resume at the UCD library, this situation shouldn't be that bad. So, tomorrow, I drive to Woodland in my interview attire (I really don't know how I feel about my trouser slacks but they'll do) and do this thing. By 10ish tomorrow, this ordeal will be over and maybe I'll even have a job. (will deal with that anxiety when the time comes)

My new roommate Jolie, who also just moved in, is really nice but quiet. For once in my life, I feel like the crazy loud confident girl. I talked her into letting me use her Kerbos password for the UCD library. This is so not me. Maybe I'm becoming more confident?

Of course, I did drive a moving van on Sunday. After I pulled up to the new apartment in my U Haul, my mom took one look at me and said "You've got balls, girl."

I suppose I do. I could have just boomaranged back home, taken up my old job and lived a quiet but financially sound existance. But I have done just the opposite.

Go me?