Wednesday, January 31, 2007
A video has now surfaced of him shooting cocaine up his arm while in Thailand last month. And, allegedly, after he shot the cocaine he want to score some heroin.
What the hell? How does this man keep escaping death and jail with all the drugs he does?
So time for something cute and a little bit funny... Kitten in a box!
Aren't they sweet? The husband and I wanted to adopt a cat from the rescue league down the street here in the South End, but unfortunately, our landlord 86'd the idea. (He's not a fan of the pet dander.)
So this is as close to having a cat in my apartment as I will get for now. (Tear!)
Even though I have a policy (as do most bloggers) of not publishing anonymous comments, especially really negative ones, I am going to do a "special one-time feature" posting regarding a fascinating comment that was just left on my blog this evening.
This anonymous comment is "fascinating" because the person chose to use my real name as the person giving the comment.
So that means it is some pathetic person leaving the comment who not only knows me; but is extremely jealous of me.
"What could they possibly jealous of?" you may be asking...
Well, truth be told, I have no idea. I'm not anyone special. Just an almost 30-something married gal who would like to have children someday (not anytime soon) and who is starting a new job soon. I like to talk a lot. And I get excited about things very easily. And I have lots of energy.
So I believe that the fact that I have had the balls to take a break and focus on myself personally for the past few months, they have to be jealous of that. Otherwise, the tone of their comment wouldn't be so derived from my personal life (which they have insight into from my blog.) And other than the last month, my personal life has been pretty easy-going.
Anyhow... The comment... Here it is, in all it's unedited glory...
Hi Missus- Though still very "cheeky" (you little sassypants, you) your blog still sucks even after you've taken a job as a writer. It's a pathetic excuse for expository writing, and I'm only hoping that whatever writing you're doing for a job is not for the benefit of other people or companies -- or, god forbid, for a good cause. Because if your "professional" (notice the quote marks) writing is as evil, embarrassing, and self-stroking as your leisure writing, then I pity whoever has been fleeced into thinking that you will benefit them. Oh, and your sick baby fantasies? Give me a break. Children are wonderful, amazing things that I hope to have someday. But you, on the other hand, seem to think that a child is just a baby. And that a baby is just a fashion accessory that gives you excuses to buy buy buy more and more high-end crap that will let you a)load your blog with more crap, and b)socialize with other South End mommies who wouldn't give you the time of day otherwise. If you're going to bring a child into this world, do it for them. Not for yourself. G'day matey.
The writer is obviously female. And very obsessed with the idea of me needing to have a kid. (Certainly more obsessed with it than I ever will be.)
Setting the record straight... I don't need to have a kid. If it happens; it happens. If it doesn't someday, well then that's the way life goes. (And other than my posting on the "baby disco," when have I written about babies in recent months?) I am focused on other things right now... Like my second 30-day Bikram yoga challenge, my friends (who I am finally able to connect with after working long and hard for months last year), my new job and turning 30 later this year. I decided this was a year I was going to begin focusing on me (I am a Narcissist after all. All bloggers are to some extent) and I am having a pretty good time.
And since they are bringing up my writing, I might as well address that as well.
I am a good writer. I have very good traffic coming to this blog. I blog about fashion and pop culture because those are the things that I personally enjoy reading and writing about. And because I actually have talent writing about these particular things, people have taken notice and provided me with great opportunities and have included me in wonderful events.
(Of course, I wouldn't expect the commenter to know the first thing about writing; given they lacked the grammar and "flow" it takes to write something with talent; as demonstrated by their comment.)
So, dear commenter, I do hope you find happiness in your life soon. Because Lord knows (see when you reference God, you're supposed to capitalize the first letter; as that his name) you are clearly not a happy person.
Sure, you know me. But you've probably never been a bitch to my face; and probably don't have the balls to either. But I look forward to you finding your cajones someday and letting me know who you are and how you truly feel. Because chances are, we will continue to run in the same circles as each other. And I am not afraid of you and your words.
-The Missus... hmm...
P.S. Despite the fact that you think my blog "sucks," I do have to let you know that I am flattered and appreciate you at least taking the time to still read my content. (In a weird way, you are actually a fan of mine!) Even if someone doesn't like me or what I'm about, I do want to thank you for adding traffic to my site. And it would be rude of me not to thank you. I mean, my mum and dad taught me solid manners. So I know better than to not thank someone. ;)
Some of you know "what's up" with me and the new gig I took at a huge interactive agency at the start of this month.
I had a lot of hope for this new job. But ultimately, it wasn't a good fit. I realized that I don't like working at agencies. With them, yes. At them, no.
So this morning, I verbally accepted an offer to go in-house at a company here in downtown to do search marketing again. And I am REALLY excited about it.
More to come about this in the following days... But Yay Search!
The SEO Pirate begins plundering again!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
These are the words I must utter here shortly.
Why is it so hard to break things off in life?
(And, NO, I'm not talking about my husband and I in this post. We are wonderful. Thank you very much. Something completely different.)
After not having had an appetite for days, it suddenly just picked up.
I just ate my entire lunch. About 650 calories. That's huge for me.
Although, when I told my acupuncturist about not being hungy in the past week, she did freak out a little. So it does make sense that she possibly omitted some needles in yesterday's session to ease up on th disappearing appetite.
That, or my appetite has just naturally caught up to me.
Either way, lunch was yummy.
But I think you have to have a kid to go. Maybe I could just borrow one from someone?
So last night, I dreamt that I was walking around in a neighborhood in New York. There was an apartment building with the staircases on the outside (like you see in a apartment buildings on the West Coast), and I began walking up them to go to an apartment. However, once I got to the top I looked down and realized that the staircase was quite steep. And that getting down would be a bi-atch.
That's when I noticed that there actually weren't stairs going back down the building. It was almost like a tree of skinny water pipes that you had to climb to descend back down the building.
So I began stepping on the pipes to get down the building. And they began to break. Not completely break, just sort of detach from itself. And water would rush out. But not dirty water. It was clean. And it wasn't a forceful rush. It was the same consistency as the water you see coming out of the bathtub faucet when you have it turned on to full pressure.
As each one detached, I was able to safely navigate to the next one before I could fall.
To see a pipe in your dream, indicates that you are open and receptive to new ideas. It may also represent your connection to those around you.Water -
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. It also may mean that feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged.
To see calm, clear water in your dream, signifies that you are in tune with your spirituality. It denotes serenity, peace of mind, and rejuvenation.Stairs -
To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs, indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual/emotional/material journey. It also represents material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.
Monday, January 29, 2007
At the start of each session, she sits me down and consults with me. She asks me lots of questions while she takes notes... Like...
- How much coffee/water did you drink this week? More or less than last week?
- How often do you pee?
- Is your body staying warm despite the cold weather outside?
- What has your energy been like?
- How are your dreams?
Then she looks at my tongue and takes my pulse.
So, in the past week I have noticed the following about my body (some of which I have already written about on this blog):
- I sleep through the night. I don't have to get up in the middle of the night to pee. (I used to get up twice a night to go.)
- My dreams are more vivid. (Egg and dolphin?)
- My appetite has dropped off. (I have to watch this one. You don't want to go below 1600 calories at the minimum. If I don't force myself to eat, I only take in about 1300. Yikes!)
- My clothes are looser. (I am really attributing this to the yoga. But a little to the pin pricks.)
- Very little coffee needed. I'm down to a half a cup. (What the hell?)
- I'm very relaxed. I don't cry at the drop of a hat. (My old boss, NM, would be impressed.)
- I also don't get angry as easy. I used to get frustrated very easily, and keep it in. Now I don't worry about it. Things are what they are. No need to fear or get upset about anything.
I had forgotten all about this movie I saw some nearly seven years ago... And for some reason, while IM-ing with my friend Brevitt this afternoon, it popped in my head.
Really now... If you haven't seen Leprechan In Da Hood, you are missing out. You need to go Netflix it today. It's bad. And silly. But that is what makes it so wonderful. It has everything... A wee small Leprechaun who kills people... Zombie Fly Girls... and even Busta Rhymes!
Of course, it does help if you drink while watching it.
But it's good Saturday evening fun!
"Go Red For Women Day" was created to raise awareness of heart disease and stroke being the leading causes for death in women. And it is easily forgotten that there are simple ways to prevent heart disease. So the American Heart Association asks everyone (women AND men) to show their support this coming Friday by wearing red. If you need some ideas on what to wear, here are a few:
Manolo Blahnik Red Snakeskin MaryJane Pumps (YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!)
Christian Louboutin Satin Platform Pumps
Cocktail Frock From Anthopologie
String Bikini from Vicki's (In case you're going to be at the beach on Friday!)
Banana Republic Cashmere Crewneck Sweater
So don't forget to wear red on Friday and show your support and love for your heart!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
This challenge just flew by this time. The first challenge I did back in the fall felt like it lasted longer. I think it's because I was "working" this time around. The yoga wasn't the only thing I focused on each day. So time just flew by.
This just proves that I can in fact do a 30-day challenge while working. But I have to be working at a place where I can escape at 5pm everyday to go to class. Plus, it helps if I am not over-worked while trying to do the challenge. Last year, when I tried to just develop a regular yoga practice while at my last job, I never could. I was too drained at the end of the day. And I wasn't near the studio. I was about five minutes walking distance from home. So at the end of the day I would always think, "Commute all the way over to the studio? Or just walk five minutes home and decompress from the day?"
It was no contest. I would walk home. This is why being in downtown has been so great for my practice in the past month. There's no reason I can't walk the five minutes to the studio and get in a class before I go home. And I don't get home too late. I'm usually through the door by 7:30pm. That's not too late. (As long as I am home in time for Ugly Betty on Thursdays, I'm good.)
So just one week left. I can't wait to see how I do this week when I give you the "wrap-up" next Saturday.
So it happened again this morning. I get up. I make about one and a half cups worth of coffee in the drip machine and I pour myself a bowl of cereal.
I was able to get through about half the bowl of cereal. My coffee cup is still 3/4 full. Hmm...
Yesterday, I tried to use up a lot of energy in order to stimulate my appetite. I walked the 25 minutes to yoga (in the freezing cold.) I took the 90 minutes of yoga in the 105 degree heat. I walked the 25 minutes back home afterwards; all sweaty and frozen.
Once I got home, I soaked in a salt bath to warm myself up. It took about 40 minutes. Then I piled clothes on and went out walking/shopping. It was so cold that I stopped off at Starbucks and picked up a sweet coffee drink. But it was more to warm my body. And I only got through about half of it before I tossed it. The cold had seeped into the drink and chilled it in no time.
I spent about an hour wandering around and shopping. Then I walked home and began making dinner. I poured myself a glass of wine (my landlord stopped by for a chat yesterday afternoon while I was at yoga. He brought us some wine. Don't you wish your landlord was that cool?) I got buzzed from a half a glass of the wine. (Haven't drank since New Year's Eve.)
I was beginning to turn "sloppy-buzzed" and decided to stop drinking so that I wouldn't mess up the enchiladas I was making for dinner. I managed to get dinner done quickly and without error. (I rarely make errors when cooking though. I am a great cook.) And I was actually hungry by the time we started eating. But I quickly got full. And had to stuff the rest of my dinner into my mouth. Ugh.
I felt icky. This is when I decided I wasn't going to force feed myself. Even if I haven't really eaten anything, I'm not going to make myself eat.
I was in bed and asleep by 9pm.
This is just weird.
But what I do remember is I was in some sort of kitchen or cooking space. And I picked up an egg and bit into it. It was raw on the inside. And I could taste the ceramic feeling of the shell crunching against my tongue and teeth.
Eww. I don't even want to think about what that my subconscious is trying to tell me with that dream.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Now, I stopped wearing nightgowns when I was 12 years old. Once I hit that age, it was boxers or leggings and a t-shirt. But something drew me to this nightie. It was just too pretty. So I picked it up and took it home. (After paying for it of course. I'm no Winona.)
Well, since that weekend, it has been freezing. Particularly in my apartment, where the heat only works sporadically. So I haven't worn it since then. But I am looking forward to being able to wear it someday.
For the past few days, I haven't been very hungry. Normally, I wake up each morning, and the first things I want are a cup of coffee and something in my stomach. But this past week I hadn't really had a craving for either of those things. So I would jet off to work without eating.
Then, around 11:30am, I would feel a little hungry. So I would rush out to get something for lunch. I would bring my lunch back to my desk, but I could only get through part of it. I would chuck the rest out.
And at night, I would come home after yoga, shower and try to eat some dinner. But, again, I could only get through part of it. I would realize, at this point, that I hadn't eaten a whole lot during the day, so I would force myself to eat. And that's bad. You shouldn't force food into your body if you're not hungry.
This morning I woke up to a chill in my house. (I swear the heat is not working as it should.) I pulled on some socks, yoga pants and piled on layers of tops. I grabbed $20 from the husband's wallet (I haven't gone to the bank in a few days. Accidentally grabbed a Canadian $20 bill at first. Realized that wouldn't get me anything, and grabbed the right bill.) And then I headed out the door to the South End Buttery.
On Saturday mornings, my husband and I have a ritual. He sleeps in till about 10am. But at 7:30am, I run out and get bagels with bacon & scallion cream cheese from the "Buttery." I come home, have a cup of coffee and eat my bagel.
But this morning, I was craving water. I drank a few glasses of water before I ate or drank the coffee. Then I was only able to get through about half the bagel. And I realized I wouldn't be eating again till later today because of my noon yoga class. So I forced myself to eat the rest of my breakfast. And I still have half a cup of coffee left in my bowl.
I definitely want the acupuncture and yoga to heal and center my body. But I rather enjoy my Saturday morning ritual. I don't want it to mess with that. A bagel, cup of coffee and the Styles Section of the NY Times are what I need on Saturday mornings.
I need to find my appetite on Saturday mornings. It can stay lost most other times. But I want it on Saturday mornings.
Friday, January 26, 2007
What in the hell could that mean?
Back to the dream dictionary!
Video Games - To dream that you are playing a video game, represents your ability to manipulate others into doing what you want them to do. Alternatively, it suggests that you are trying to escape and not confront the stress and problems in your real life. Consider the type of video game for additional insights.
Guitar - To dream that you have or play a guitar, represents passion and emotion.
I'm confused! I thought I was on a spiritual path with all my other dreams! Apparently I am trying to manipulate someone through emotions or passion.
Stupid dream dictionary.
Alternatively, I like what the dream dictionary says about Video Games suggesting that one is "trying to escape and not confront... real life."
Take that Second Life bitchez!
At least, that's what this quiz (which I stole from my friend McCrack) tells me.
Although... The quiz is wrong. I am not from the middle part of the country. People from Arizona don't have accents. Maybe "Zonie Accents" which is my name for "a hint of Valley-Girl California"... But other than that, we don't have any special pronunciations for words.
We talk good down there.
What about y'all? Do you talk with an accent?
Why the HELL would you let someone else breast-feed your child?
Sure... Help out your friends who are new mommies. Watch their other kids. Help them run errands. Help them clean their house so they can relax... But for the love of all that is holy and pure, please don't put your breasts in the face of some child that isn't your own!
Dear friends... You can rely on me for few things... Some good laughs. Some humorous observations. An out-spoken opinion. Regular synopses of LOST and Gilmore Girls. Hell, even SEO advice.
But you will never be able to rely on me to breast feed your kids.
Quit being lazy and selfish. All new moms are tired. If you didn't want to always have to breast feed your kid, you should have bought a pump or gotten formula.
Your kid is strong and smart. Put your freaking ego aside that the kid has to be "dependent" only on you and breast milk... And realize that this is disturbing. And if you tell me you let someone else breastfeed your kid; I will tell you so. And I ask you never mention it to me again.
But... You know what?
I'm also aggressive people. More aggressive than the typical New Englander.
So I can't just sit here, "be seen and not heard."
I am always looking to take a project to the next level. I wonder, "Where can I go with this? How can I improve upon this?"
This is what's in my nature. I recognize that the "status quo" can be sufficient and good... But in everything in life, there's room for improvement. And at times, there's room for aggressive improvement. And that's how I feel now.
I am wasting away. I think my creativity may even be wasting away some.
God! I can't wait till yoga tonight. I need to work out this frustration and aggression towards my boredom.
Till then, I will go fondle my inner muse.
Sure... The temperature is 4 degrees... But the windchill is about negative 15 degrees. So it feels very cold.
I don't want to leave the house
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Last night, I dreamed I was in a mall. I have actually dreamed of this mall before. I don't believe it to exist. But it's filled with stores of all kinds. And it consist of multiple floors. (And it has a department store with delicious pink cashmere sweaters!)
So I am walking up the winding stairs of this mall. For some reason, there are no escalators. Just big wooden staircases that curve a little, but not too much. And I am shopping in the mall. But I haven't bought anything. And I don't know if I am looking for anything in particular. But I keep going from store to store. Eventually, I realize I lost my purse; which is a Marc Jacobs ivory leather "Chevron" bag. (Which I don't actually own in real life.)
So I start running through the mall, retracing my steps to try and find the lost bag... Because my whole "life" is in that bag. I go to the department store with the cashmere sweaters; and they have a misplaced "Chevron" bag, but it is in black. And it is not mine.
So I begin running through the mall again, and that's when I notice I am not wearing any shoes -- only socks. Socks that keep falling off my feet.
Then I wake up.
So what does the Internet say about this dream?
Mall - To dream that you are at the mall, represents your attempts in making a favorable impression on someone.
Stairs - To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs, indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual/emotional/material journey. It also represents material and thoughts that are coming to the surface. To see spiral or winding stairs, signify growth and/or rebirth.
Lost Purse - To dream that you lost your purse, denotes loss of power and control of possessions.
Socks - To dream that you are only wearing socks, indicates your warmth and your flexibility of understanding. You tend to yield to other's wishes.
Hmm... This is the second dream I have had in the past two weeks that has an overall theme of a "spiritual journey." Self-fulfilling thoughts? Perhaps.
I'll see if the dreams persist.
Oh... And speaking of acupuncture... One of the acupressure pellets that were put into my ear fell out this afternoon. Not bad though. It stayed in the ear through three sweaty Bikram yoga classes. The one in my left ear is still there.
Here's what they look like. They are super tiny.
(I am evil.)
Here at my current employment, I sit on a floor where I don't know many people. They are "casually" friendly. But the two other guys I work with and I don't really know any one's names. Despite our "efforts" to get to know people; things haven't really broken out yet. (Oh well. Eventually.)
So, just a few moments ago, I was down the street at CVS picking up some more conditioner. (I have long thick hair, and I go through about two or three full bottles a month.) I'm in the aisle getting my Dove conditioner. That's when I notice one of the people from my floor there too. They aren't very friendly and probably wouldn't say "hi" to me outside of the office building. So what do I do? I decide to see if I can make an uncomfortable situation.
(Yes. I'm always good for instigating stuff "just cuz.")
I move over to the "Family Planning" section of the aisle and start taking condom boxes and pregnancy test boxes off the shelves. I pick up different brands and give them a glance and loudly mumble to myself which brands would work best.
"This brand of prophylactics is good. But this box, I've heard doesn't work. But it's cheaper. So, if the failure rate of a condom is typically 3%; is it worth the pregnancy risk to go for the cheaper box?"
"Oh! And this pregnancy test allows you to test five days before your next missed period. But it costs $18. Pretty steep. Should I go for the generic brand that is only $13 but doesn't have an 'easy to read' indicator and doesn't allow me to test until five days AFTER my missed period?"
The dude that works on my floor looked down the aisle at me, with boxes in my hand. I didn't look right at him... Just out of the corner of my eye. He walked out of the aisle. I figured he was gone.
A few minutes later I was back in my office building. I stepped into the elevator to go up to the 12th floor. He walked into the elevator at the same time as me.
There was an "awkward silence" experienced in the elevator as we rode up. Alone. Just the two of us.
At least y'all can say I know how to easily entertain myself with out the use of drugs, cigarettes, alcohol or any other bad stuff. All I have is my imagination! And that costs nothing!
My pants are looser.
I think it's a combo of my ass shrinking slightly and my stomach getting a little flatter... But clothing is definitely looser than it used to be.
And despite my "fast food for lunch" habits these past few weeks, I have somehow managed to tighten things up.
It's always a good thing when you go to slip on some dress pants that were comfortably snug and see that they're sagging a wee bit "here" and "there."
One of this week's images is the CRAZIEST I have ever seen...
Right? Isn't that insane? Kitty on an invisible bike???!!!??? How the heck do you get a cat to pose like that?
All y'all need to go over there and "comment vote" for your favorite of the two pictures.
I LOVE this show.
It's funny. It's a good story. It has a positive outlook. It's got evil people. And scandal.
But... What I have really come to appreciate about the show is that it is a racially diverse show.
Why is that such a big deal to me? Well, because like the main character, Betty, I too am Mexican.
When I lived in NYC four years ago, I lived in a Puerto Rican neighborhood. There were no other Mexicans around. Not that it was a big deal at all... But I never really met any other Hispanics in that city who were Mexican. I had friends who were Colombian. I knew Puerto Ricans and Dominicans too... But no Mexicans.
So it was a very big deal to me, once I started watching the show, to see the main character was a Mexican living in the boroughs of NYC. (Yay! They CAN exist!)
I often wondered when watching other shows (Friends in particular), "Why couldn't any of these leading characters be a minority? Where are the Asians? The African-Americans? The Hispanics?"
There was no reason any of those characters couldn't have been anything other white.
So "props" to "Ugly Betty." A very good, diverse, show.
I don't know what it is lately... But am I trying to go "country" or something????
Sweet lord! I must be finally coming around to everything country that I desperately rebelled against as a youth.
A fellow co-worker of mine let me borrow a whole slew of music to download onto my Mac here at work. He had some good stuff too.... Cowboy Junkies, Green Day, Emmylou Harris, Lucinda Williams, The Smiths... and a lot more. Including a new (actually old) artist I had never heard of named John Prine.
John Prine is LEGIT country music.
"He's a storyteller," my co-worker said.
And boy IS he. And that is what real country music is about. Check out the lyrics to my favorite song of his right now, called "Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore":
I need to get this stuff burned onto my iPod. Thanks Action Bob Markle!
While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel.
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel.
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
People were at a party. A birthday party for a friend/co-worker they all loved. One of the girls attending the party attracted the attention of a certain young (once promising) marketer who worked at the same company as she.
He was infatuated. Thought she was real pretty. So he went up to her at the party. Started talking to her. Eventually, with all the alcohol in him, he felt secure enough to start flirting with her. Then it turned into blatant "hitting on" her.
All the while this was happening, two fellows were tucked into a corner across the room. The din of the music secured their observation of this scenario taking place, as well as their resulting conversation.
"Look at C.!" said one. "He's really hitting on her."
"Yeah, " said the other. "But it's not gonna work."
"Why?" inquired the other.
"Because she's gay. She only likes women," said the other.
That's when the first fellow realized that the girl wasn't really into the obvious attempts by the young, hopeful suitor. In fact, it was obvious she was just trying to be nice to him. After all, they did work together.
"Does he not know she's gay?" asked the first fellow.
"Everyone knows she's gay," said the second. "We work with her. She's very open about it."
"Do you think she's sending him the 'I'm Gay' vibe right now?" asked the first.
"Yeah man," said second. "She's sending him that vibe. Despite his attempts."
"He needs to get a clue," said the first.
The second responded, "Yeah dude. She's still gay."
Big news boyz and girlz!
Van Halen (complete with David Lee Roth) is reuniting for a summer tour.
This will be awesome! And it's something David Lee Roth is actually GOOD at... Unlike talking on the radio.
"Wranglers! I love them!" she exclaimed.
"I know!" I said. "They're really comfortable. I never thought I would wear Wranglers in my life. But these are designed by Marc Jacobs."
"Really?" she said. "Are they stretchy?"
Now, I am curvy girl. (My husband says "like Salma Hayek." I say more like "America Frerrera.") So I have to have jeans that have at least a little stretch in them.
"Yep," I said. "They stretch. Otherwise I wouldn't be comfortable in them."
We went on to chat about other various jeans. I told her I bought the MJ Wranglers at Jean Therapy. And that she should totally go there and see if there were some left.
I think she is going to go there sometime this weekend.
These jeans totally rock. As soon as I put them on yesterday morning, I began to prance around. They look fantastic on a person. And they make you feel really good about how you look.
The world would be a perfect place if everyone could wear jeans every day.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I like that you never know what teacher you're going to have at the Bikram studio in Downtown Crossing. It prevents you from going to only one instructor's class. And each instructor brings something different to the class. Always challenging, each one is. But you will be pushed in different ways during their class.
In Monday's class this week, I had a teacher I never had before. The class was small because it was late in the evening. So this instructor was able to take time and show us how to properly move into some of the positions we probably have overlooked properly moving into after we've been practicing a while.
In Tuesday's class, one of the studio owners taught us. The class was more full. So the room was hotter than the night before. And that made the class a challenge with all the bodies breathing and sweating around each other.
In tonight's class, the instructor was full of lots of energy. She told us so before the class. So she was of lots of motivation for us; as well as lots of funny commentary that made us feel guilty for laughing... Even though she told us it was fine to laugh. (Plus, as a side note... This instructor has some of the coolest sleeve tattoos that one of my friends - G. - would go crazy for. He LOVES girls who have tattoos. I should really get him to come to a class with her. I'm always mesmerized by her arm art.)
So three good classes; but all the classes are good. Otherwise I wouldn't go back. I only have 10 days left in the challenge. It's just a matter of "rounding the corner" from here.
Now, I understand that breastfeeding is the best option for your child when they are born up until about 6 months. (Bonding and nutrients... I get that.) But once the kid hits about 6 months, it's (in my opinion) time to cut that cord.
But, that's not what this blog entry is about. (Must steer back on topic.)
Okay... I understand that "the breast is best" when it comes to feeding your baby. (Though I can pretty much guarantee you that I won't do it if I ever have kids.) But I'm sorry, I am completely creeped out by this idea... Letting others BREASTFEED your baby?
Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww!
(Sorry. No offense to those who have done this.)
The big argument I hear FOR breastfeeding your child is the "bonding experience" you get with your child. So why on God's green Earth would you allow others to feed your kid that way?
Breast milk ain't "all that." Otherwise, there wouldn't be formula out there people.
Sure... I may be biased... Because I was a formula kid. And one could argue that I am just too independent a person. And that I need to learn how to be more dependent on others...
But I would NEVER want my kid that dependent on someone other than me or the husband.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Hmm... Must be from the acupuncture.
To see a dolphin in your dream, symbolizes spiritual guidance, your intellect, mental attributes and emotional trust. Utilize your mind to its capacity and you will move upward in life. Alternatively, it suggests that a line of communication has been established between the conscious and unconscious aspects of yourself. Dolphins represent your willingness and ability to explore and navigate through your emotions.To dream that you are riding a dolphin, represents your optimism and social altruism.
I had only read the lead of the article when I thought, "Yeah, the airline did the right thing. Parents need to learn how to control their children better. My parents used to travel with four kids internationally, and we all behaved on planes."
But as I read further into the article, I actually became shocked by the actions of the flight attendants in dealing with the situation.
First of all, the parents had to buy a seat for the child that wasn't in their row. The child's seat was in the row in front of them.
Now, I have actually seen this happen on flights on other airlines as well. Parents traveling with children don't actually get put in the same row as their children. It's even more difficult when it's just one parent flying with the child. I saw one young girl (about the age of 6) and her mother forced to sit four rows apart on opposite sides of the plane. Fortunately, a kind passenger agreed to switch seats with the mother. The volunteer took the mother's seat (a middle row seat) while the mother was sat on an aisle seat next to her daughter's middle seat.
I was astonished that airlines would assign seats like this. Now, I'm sure it wasn't done on purpose. The mother probably checked in on the late side and was forced to take the seats that were left. This is why they should just assign seats when you buy the tickets in all circumstances. That way families can ensure they will be sat together.
Another thing that bothered me about the Boston incident was that the flight attendants and flight crew didn't give the parents the chance to calm the child down. Some children are not good travelers. And the kid was probably scared to death. I've seen airlines delay take offs for no reason. They could have given this kid 10 minutes to ensure a quiet and calm flight for the rest of the people on board.
It just goes back to customer service in the airline industry. It can definitely be "spotty" in places.
Makes me re-live my traveling experience to the Turks and Caicos last month. And yes, I still want to kick that b%tch's @ss.
Monday, January 22, 2007
I didn't know if I had seen much in the way of changes in my body until I sat down with the specialist today to chat before our session.
I mean, I knew I was craving less coffee. And I was talking in my sleep more. But it wasn't until she started asking me questions that I realized, "Oh yeah. There was this... And this... And this..."
The things I have noticed to have changed in me in the past week:
- I crave less coffee. I'm down to about one cup a day. And I usually can't finish it.
- My appetite dropped a little last week. Not that it was big to begin with. But I get full more quickly.
- I seem to be waking up before my alarm clock goes off. This is usually an indication that your body has found a natural rhythm to its sleeping pattern.
- Some female changes were noticed that I won't go into. (Cuz there are boys that read this blog.)
- I seem to be having more vivid dreams.
"Your left handed!" she said.
"Umm," I said. "Nope. I'm a rightie."
"Hmm," she said. "You carry a lot of tension on your left side. You would see this kind of tension on your more dominate side. But you have it on your left."
Then I thought about it... And I recalled my blog entry from last week where I talked about how I do things with my left side that people would normally do with their right if they were a rightie.
Then I said to her, "Well, I do a lot of things with my left side that people typically do with their right. Maybe I'm not giving my left side credit for that."
"I think you're ambidextrous," she said.
I need to start giving credit to the left side of my body.
In addition to this development; I also felt a lot more tension from the needles. Especially in my lower back, shoulders and crown chakra. So that means that energy is shifting in those areas.
And at the end of the session, she took two little metallic minuscule balls and stuck them in each of my ears. They are very, very tiny. The one in my left ear is for relaxation. The one she put in my right ear was on the "uterus" pressure point (for female stuff.)
She said they would stay in for a few days. Even through the yoga classes, they will still stick.
Sure enough, when I got out of my 7:45pm yoga class tonight, they were still there.
"You have a stalker."
I laughed, because it's kinda true.
At work, my team sits near another team we don't interact with... Meaning we don't do any work together. So we really don't talk to each other.
During the second week I was here, I began noticing one of the guys who sits down the way walk past my desk and look at me each time he does. At first, I thought he was just being friendly to us new people. I assumed he was looking at me and the two guys I work with. So I would smile sometimes when he walked by.
Then, by the end of the second week, I noticed he wasn't letting up. And he kept staring right at me when he walked by.
Well, now one of my co-workers has noticed too. And thus the IM I got.
The "stalker/gawker" wears various "Cliff Huxtable" sweaters every day. He's in his 30s. He's got a ponytail and wears glasses. He also wears a baseball cap turned backwards on his head.
My colleague said he was a mixture of "Cliff Huxtable and John Fogerty."
"Down on the corner...
Pudding Pop in my hand...
Theo can't borrow the car.
Denise is on restriction...
For borrowing Claire's earring without permission..."
To be fair, the guy is nice. And I didn't want to admit that he was staring at me when he walked by... (Trying not to feed the ego here.) But, when a colleague mentions it without solicitation on my part, you know there's some merit to what you weren't trying to think about.
Oh the things you notice at work when your mind begins to wonder!
I'm sitting at my desk here, trying to eay my lunch... When I hear someone start belting out a note or two from one of Michael McDonald's songs.
Sure, this music is fine for you if you're of a more mature generation. But I think most of my generation hates his music... With a passion!
Remember the 40-Year Old Virgin, people?
And just because it's one of the funniest movies I have ever seen... I've included this wonderful clip as well...
Top notch movie making!!!
I don't know how we got on the topic, but we began talking about the Catholic church. And one of the guys I work with was telling us how he went to Catholic school as a child. He mentioned that one of the scariest things about the experience were the nuns.
"The things they would say to little children," he said, "would blow your mind."
"I mean, " he continued, "you're a little kid of six or seven. And they would scream at you, 'Christ died on the cross for you! The least you could is stand in ine and be quiet!!!'"
We started laughing... Because if someone came up to us now-a-days and said that; we would think they are a crazy person.
I mean, can you imagine a homeless person coming up to you and saying "Christ died on the cross for you!!!"
My response to them (because in Boston, I run into a lot of homeless people and pan-handlers - even in Winter) would be, "Here... Have a dollar."
I would just want to get away from them as quickly as possible. I don't like people screaming at me about God. And I am grateful my parents never sent me to Catholic school as a child. (Even though I was a practicing Cathloic in my childhood.) I would have grown up feeling guilty about any little thing I did.
And really, that's no way to live your life. Letting others manipulate you into thinking what you are doing is wrong. Even if you're just a mere child of seven, standing in line at school talking to a chum.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
But, despite having this aversion to talking on the phone; I do have a cell phone. It took me much longer than all of my friends to get one. I got my first one back in 2001, the day after I met my husband. (He ended up being the first person I dialed on my cell phone when I got it... To set up our first date.)
Since then, I have only gone through two cell phones. I am on my third. And I've never been drawn to any of the fancy-shmancy cell phones... Like the Razor or Q. (Although, I am loving the new iPhone. I will probably get one in the second generation of them.)
Yet, even though I'm not drawn to the fancy phones; I do have a need to be fashionable and unique with my phone...
So, one day when I was out shopping with my husband getting him some new suits (a very dull afternoon it is when it is spent picking out varying dark blue and gray suits), I got bored. I got bored and decided to wander down the street into the Paper Source.
While I was in the Paper Source, I came across these itty-bitty rhinestone stickies. I purchased some and walked back to the shop where my husband was suit-shopping. Once I got there, I busted out my cell phone (a red LG phone) and began "sticking."
The final result? Voila!
Sure... It looks a little "be-dazzled." But I love it. And I've gotten many compliments on it. You can buy cell phones that come decorated with the Swarovski crystals already on them... But they cost a ton of money. And I think the home-made version is just fine.
It makes my cell phone special. It's all "blinged" out!
And oh my God... I never realized how important it is to wear a pair that TRULY fit!
I pulled out my Raven jeans to wear first from the new batch. And the more I looked at the color of this pair, the more I really liked it. (The Jean Guru was so right about that... They are a great color.) More important than the color though was the fit. This is the first time in quite a while that I wore a pair of jeans that stayed up over my hips while out walking.
Normally, because I was buying a size too big, they start to fall down around my hips, and then begin to sag in the crotch area. I end up looking like I have really short legs. Shorter than they actually are. But this pair stayed in place, and there was no sagging crotch. Even better, the jeans got my husband's "stamp of approval" for looking good on me.
Normally, he just says, "Yeah, they look good." With this pair he said "Wow! Those look REALLY good on you."
I LOVE this pair. Ravens are very cool jeans.
You guys, I highly recommend that before you buy your next pair, you at least go over to Jean Therapy and let them at least show you a few different styles, as well as get properly fitted so that you know your size. When you wear a pair that actually fit you the way they should, they will probably last longer.
I don't think I could live in a world or work at a company where I couldn't wear jeans most days. I love jeans.
I stepped out to get some breakfast this morning for us, and was blasted with a cutting chill.
I'm now doing my best to defrost from the trip out.
It may take a few more minutes. Think I'll head to yoga at noon. That'll heat the body up.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I will freely admit that it is nice to see a female candidate who is being seen as a legitimate contender.
Sure, say what you will about Hillary Clinton... ("She's a bitch." "She doesn't know anything." "She can't take a stand on anything." -- I've heard it all. So have you.) But the bottom line is she is a good senator. And she has had plenty of time learning what Washington politics are all about... From her time as First Lady of the "Free World" to her taking New York by storm and winning voters' trust... Hillary Clinton can not NOT be taken seriously.
And many people will want to discount her and say, what I think, is some of the least compelling arguments against her:
She failed miserably at her chance to help with healthcare in the 1990s as first lady.
She stood by her husband after his repeated infidelity.
She "flip-flopped" on her support of the Iraq war.
But if anything, these things make her a stronger leader. I've said it before, "You've got to make mistakes before you can succeed."
The healthcare debacle in the 1990s? Hey, at least she gave it a shot. She shows she truly cares about healthcare. And she has never wavered from that stance.
Standing by her husband after the infidelity? Well, a marriage is more than just two people loving each other people. What counts the most in this world is your ability to love and forgive and not hold on to anger. (I know A LOT about anger.) The fact that she could work it out with her husband and continue forward in life having good times with each other; well, that says an immense amount about her ability to work things out and get along with people.
The Iraq War issue? You know what? Many Americans believed that what we were being told by the administration about Iraq and its "Weapons of Mass Destruction" was true. And the whole "Iraq" thing came about at a time when the nation still had "open wounds" from 9/11. This was a time when Hillary Clinton was truly doing what the voters of America wanted her and MANY other senators to do. They wanted to find answers, and possibly get retribution for 9/11. But at least she has the decency and the courage to admit that the U.S. was too hasty in going to war so quickly.
And as they say with addictions, "the first step towards recovery is to admit that you had a problem."
Not everyone can be the instigator and go against the "norm" (like me.) If you want to be a politician and affect change, you have to listen to others and and put faith in the idea that they know what they are doing.
Will I vote Hillary Clinton for President in 2008? Maybe. Right now, she's a solid contender for my vote. Though I do like Senator Obama as well. And like my pal CT at work says, "Bill Richardson would be a great candidate too."
So, if in my lifetime I can see any of the following three as one of the candidates in the general election for the presidency; I will be very, very proud:
An African American.
We're still at the beginning stages of this whole thing. But, despite my cynicism (I am a writer and jaded "youth" from Generation X, after all), I do have hope for my country.
And to think... I'm actually a registered republican.
Friday, January 19, 2007
I am at the halfway point of my second 30-day challenge.
I'm still having a few issues with positions where I bend forward or have to put pressure on my stomach. But they have eased up a little. And I have realized that is actually better for me if I don't drink a whole 32 ounce bottle of water during the day prior to the class. (The water in-take could actually have something to do with this whole thing.)
On the plus side, I was able to kick out a few times this week in the standing head to knee pose. So there's progress already on my goal! And my other balancing postures are re-developing some resemblance of grace.
On the visual side, I have noticed a toning of my core section. Either I am toning quickly, or I am standing up taller... My waist looks longer than it did a few weeks ago. Which means, I look more slender. I am hoping to see more changes over the next two weeks.
Only 15 days left to go. This is cool! (Actually, it's kinda hot... But you know what I mean.)
Why? Why? Why? Why is that every time I see a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps, I immediately start to think, "I HAVE to have them?"
I don't need them. But they are so very pretty and sleek. I need them to go with an outfit that is an absolute classic... Black wool pencil skirt that comes just below the knee with a slight 6-inch slit up the back, white button-down blouse, and a wide patent leather red belt. You see? These shoes would be PERFECT for this outfit.
Though, I don't have a the black pencil skirt. So I would need to get that too.
And, after thinking about it, I realize that all the white button-down blouses I have are kind of worn out. So those would need to be replaced.
And I don't have a wide patent leather red belt... So you see where this is going.
Wishful thinking. :)
I quickly stepped back onto the curb as it plowed past me. I looked at the drivers in the truck oddly when it did go past. I gave them a "Huh?" kind of look. I mean, why would anyone have the words "Death Wish" written on a delivery truck?
Then I read the side of the truck as it rounded a corner up ahead.
"Death Wish Piano Movers."
They were turning into the piano store on the street. Must have had a pick-up to make.
What a GREAT name for a business. Quite funny.
I didn't ask for help with my coffee habit. That's not what I went to acupuncture for this week.
I miss my coffee craving. It's odd to wake up and not immediately think about it.
It must be some kind of "witchcraft" that gets done during acupuncture. Although, to be fair, the acupuncturist did disclose to me that when you use acupuncture to treat any condition for your body; it does automatically help your body re-energize and figure out to have more energy on its own, naturally.
So I this lack of coffee craving is just a side effect.
What will all the coffee shops I frequent do if I lose my need for coffee? They may go broke. People will be layed off. Parents will have to take their kids out of private schools. No vacations this year. People may have to drop out of college because they can't pay tuition.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
This isn't a bad thing. I am a huge fan of Bikram yoga. I think everyone should be too.
But there are some things I have noticed in the past few days that I think would be helpful to new people practicing Bikram:
- Don't talk during the class. Once the instructor comes in, "shut it." Not to be so blunt. Well, actually, I do mean to be blunt. It's a distraction. There's no reason for you to talk.
- Once class begins, don't leave the room at all during the 90 minutes. You will get nauseated in the first class. Hell, you'll feel like you want to puke your guts out even in your 20th class (maybe). But don't leave the room. Even if it is to go to the bathroom. Just hold it. I have to pee every 10 minutes. So if I can hold it till the end of class, you can too.
- Speaking of getting sick... If you feel nauseated, just sit down. Don't flop yourself down on your mat. Sit "Japanese" style on your knees. Keep your head above your heart. This helps make you feel better. (And whether it's your first class or your 100th, you will sometimes need to sit down. Each day of class is different than the next.)
- Don't ever, EVER walk into the practice studio with your street shoes on. Um, there was a new girl who did this last week. Another frequent practitioner, like myself, and I were REALLY creeped out. We lie on the floor in there. We stand on it in our bare feet. We balance with our hands on the floor. The last thing we want is picking some germs from the street outside. This day it happened was extremely creepy; as there was an open patch in the street where city workers were digging up the sewer line.
- Don't slam your water down during the class. And when you do take a drink, take small sips and only between postures.
- And speaking of postures... Each posture has two sets. Don't drink between the sets. Drink before a new posture.
- Where to stand in the class... Just something I have noticed. Not necessarily true. But in the Boston studio (at least) the ends of the room are cooler than the center of the room. So for your first few classes, it may be good for you to tuck yourself in a corner. (Hell, I've been practicing off and on for over two years now and I STILL tuck myself into a corner.)
- The more often you come to class, the bigger changes you will see in your body. An obvious one, I know. But it is so very, very true.
She's had a rough life. Being scrutinized by the public. Chased by the "pappozao." Break-ups and make-ups with boyfriends and friends alike. Eating disorder after eating disorder. Developed a reputation for "slacking off" on movies. Now is (finally) in rehab.
All this under the age of 21.
I feel bad for Lindsay Lohan. I really do. Only because I think it is sad to be so "used up" at such a young age. The only thing she could really do to shock us now (as my friend CT says) is "turn republican and become the candidate for Congress in five years."
But feeling sorry for Linsday is NOT what this posting is about. This posting is intended as a "survey." And I want my readers to comment with their opinions.
So here is my survey question...
"What the hell is wrong with Lindsay's face?"
Botox? Too much sun? Is she drunk in the picture? Does it look like to you that she caught an STD around her mouth? (It does to me.)
"You suck," he said to me. "You should try to 'suck' less."
Wading through the underworld that is content-creation can be brutal. And I was just brutally slapped.
"He" is my manager; a senior editor at the wine-focused magazine where I just began working a few weeks ago.
Senior editor and I were just on AIM going over what was wrong with the text I submitted to him about a new wine storage refridgerator. He didn't understand why I didn't include some particular information about the fridge that was really technical.
"This is the kind of content our readers are looking for from us, " he said.
And I don't disagree. But when I started at the magazine a few weeks ago (being the lowly associate editor I am), I was hired based on the fact that I could write. I knew nothing about wine. They were aware of that. And now I am getting snapped at for not knowing all the little details about the wine fridge.
"I have been working in wine-publishing for over 15 years," he said.
I wanted to stand up and give him an ovation. I didn't though.
"Well," I told him, "this is why I have so much to learn from you. I don't even drink wine. So you're perfect for me to learn from about this!"
That was my response to him. And I tried to be sincere when I said it. Because there is a truth to it. I can learn a lot from him about wine-writing. But there was a lot of "passive-aggressive" sarcasm in it too. And he, to my surprise, picked up on it.
Which is why I got the comment, I got.
"You're just going to need so much more work than I expected when it comes to the subject matter. You suck. You need to 'suck less.'"
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Some of the most fascinating rituals you will ever come across are likely the ones you have yourself.
I never realized before, but I have some "odd" rituals. For example:
- When I eat Skittles, I have to divide them up by color. The, once they are divvied up by color, I line them up two-by-two in a natural color-flow of a rainbow. So I start with the red ones. Followed by the orange. Then the yellow. Then the green. Finally the purples. If there are any "spares" of a color, I set those aside. I eat the purples ones first. Then the green. Then the yellow. Next the orange. Finally the red. You may think I am eating them in this fashion because of their color-order... But you'd be wrong. I eat them in order of my least favorite to my favorite. And I put two in my mouth at a time -- which is why I line them up two-by-two.
- I don't know if this one is really a ritual... Or just an observation... But, I have to pee often. Anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes after I drink a significant amount of liquid (like 6 ounces or more), I have to pee. And it's really tough... Because a Bikram yoga class is 90 minutes long. So I try real hard not to drink too much during the class. (Which you shouldn't do anyways.) But I often worry that people here at work are going to notice that I pee a lot and start thinking I have a cocaine problem, like Britney Spears, with all my frequent bathroom trips.
- I only eat the chocolate and strawberry sections of Neapolitan ice cream. I throw out the vanilla. Also, whenever I but Ben and Jerry's or Haagen Daaz, I eat the candy or mixed-in bits of the ice cream... Then I eat the ice cream. I dig through containers looking for nuts and fudge fish.
- Each morning, I make four cups worth of coffee (measured by the side of the coffee pot); but only drink about two cups worth; if that. I sometimes think I only drink coffee to warm my hands from being cold all the time. Plus, I like the coconut-flavored creamer I put in my coffee.
- I put my pants on starting with my right leg. This may not seem odd... But I am right-handed. And most people who are right-handed start with their left legs. I also tumble (gymnastics) leading with my left leg. I stir pots with my left hand. And I only use my right ear to talk on the phone (something usually only lefties do.)
- I only chew gum for about 20 seconds. Then I spit it out and put in a new piece. This ritual annoys my husband. But really now, everyone knows gum loses it's "punch" after about 15 seconds. So what's the point in keeping chewing?
Thar's all I can conjure for now. If I notice anything else that is a weird ritual, I'll add it to the list.
We have had a solid relationship together for nearly 11 years now. I know you have appreciated my business (especially when I moved from AZ to NYC with no money saved and went $4k into debt which took four years to pay off because I was low-paid in my career), and I have always appreciated being dealt with as a valuable customer.
However, things have gotten ridiculous.
Despite not really using your credit card much for the past few years, you have steadily increased my credit limit. Whenever I put a few hundred dollars on you and they pay it off the next month, you add another couple of thousand dollars to my credit availability.
This is kind. But it is getting off-putting.
Dear MBNA, you're becoming the chick who really, really likes a guy who takes her out; then doesn't call for a few months; then calls one night at the last minute to go out. And the girl thinks, "He REALLY does like me. I know he does! Why else has he come back to me after all this time? He has to be 'the one.'" And then he doesn't call for a few more months. (It's a repetitive pattern.)
No one's credit limit should be nearly equal to their salary ever.
I think, dear MBNA, you need to get some self-esteem and realize, "It's never gonna happen between us."
I will never (knock on wood) spend what you have made available to me. Maybe 2% of what you have made available to me. But never more than that.
Here is an article on self-esteem from iVillage. I hope you get something out of it.
But, in years past, I have had MANY W-2s to deal with.
In 2000: I began the year working as a low-paying producer in TV news. I had to have a second job waiting tables at the Outback. Then I moved to NYC and got a job at a PR agency. So that makes 3 that year.
In 2001: I worked at my first PR agency for about a week into the new year. Then I moved to another PR agency. Then, after four months, I was offered a part-time gig at the Evil Empire and had to switch to a more flexible full time job. I went to a PR-service Internet company. Then I got laid off from that job after 9/11 and went to the Evil Empire full time. So that makes 4.
In 2002: Times were tough in NYC. Was grateful to have a job. Only worked at the Evil Empire. Only 1.
In 2003: Started off at the Evil Empire. Got engaged. Moved to Boston. Freelanced for a local newspaper. Worked as a customer service rep part-time for a few days. Worked at a temp agency for a few days. Got hired at an SEO firm. This is the big-winner year. There were 5.
In 2004: Freelanced (on the side) for the local news paper. Continued to work at the SEO firm. Only 1.
In 2005: Worked at the initial SEO firm. Got hired away by sister-company to do SEO. There were 2.
In 2006: Just worked at the sister-company building the SEO process. Only 1.
A lot of people (who are older than me) have wondered why I was so "job-jumpy" at the start of my career. It's not that I wanted to change jobs because I was unhappy. (In fact, the jobs that I have been unhappy at are the ones I stayed at the longest.) I changed jobs early in my career for various reasons:
- Not getting paid enough. When you're the low person on the totem-pole; if someone offers you an opportunity to do advance, you're stupid not to consider it. More money and more responsibility is what you're looking for when you're young.
- Someone offers you your "dream job." When I was offered the chance to go to the Evil Empire, I was ecstatic. Even though it was only part-time, I wanted to do it. So I had to find a full time job that complimented it.
I'm not the type of person who encourages others to just "sit tight" wherever they work. If you want things to happen in your career (and life in general), you have got to make that happen. Failures lead to successes. Always keep trying. Otherwise, what's the point of living?