What a bad/good year this has been for me. I think I've probably accomplished more in this year than any other year in my life, and that's probably because I was put in a position where I *had* to accomplish it to remain sane. I recovered from a horrible breakup, got a great job, became fully licensed as a broker and investment advisor, moved into a new apartment, and struggled with my life and where I live. I think this year has been a success career-wise. I'm hoping next year will be a success in regards to my personal life and mental health.
Mental health, here I come.
But first I'm going to go drink that entire bottle of Riesling. See you on the other side.
The face wash and lotion I use has been discontinued. I'm devastated. How can they do this to my face? I NEEEEED that lotion.
Does anyone have any suggestions on what I should switch to? I'd prefer something not too harsh. And nothing orange because that destroys my face.
I might have drank four glasses of wine at the office Christmas party. This was over the course of three hours, and I grazed the table of finger foods throughout the night to insure I wouldn't make a fool of myself. The party itself was enjoyable. I so much prefer smaller parties. There were about fourteen of us in attendance, so I was able to mingle and talk to everyone. Dan accidentally flung his wine glass across the room while gesturing to make a point. I was just glad it wasn't me. Allison--the manager's wife--was kind enough to ask the caterer to include several vegetarian choices on the menu for me. Cucumber sandwiches and stuffed mushrooms for the win.
On a wine-related note, I have ridiculous amounts of wine now. In the office we all feel obligated to get each other Christmas presents, but we don't know what to buy. So, everyone just gets everyone else a bottle of wine. Nothing says, "I appreciate you," like booze.
I have not wrapped presents yet. I hate wrapping. HATE IT.
Can it please not snow this weekend? Please?
Oh, and have some awesome....
It's ridiculously cold and snowed all day long. The roads were terrible when I went into work this morning and just got worse as the day progressed. At 3:30, Dan took a broom outside and cleared off my car when he swept his off. I left at 4:00 and made it home before the roads froze. I'm ready for spring now.
The class I was going to have to take in Louisville was canceled for this session due to lack of participants. They are considering a scaled-down version of the class--one day a month for four months. I'd love that because I could drive down and back without the pain of staying in a hotel in Louisville. Plus, the less group projects and role-playing, the happier I am.
I've been listening to The xx this evening, and they are wonderful. Their video for "Islands" is so mesmerizing and gorgeous.
I love this song so much. "I get nervous in social situations, muthafucker."
Greg Dulli remains an absolute genius in my mind. I'm very excited about the upcoming Twilight Singers album due out at the beginning of next year. So, to celebrate my overwhelming joy over new music to soothe my soul, I present you with a gem of a song.
It's called "Number 9". It is the final song on an album called Blackberry Belle. Greg has said that the album begins with a suicide (found in the first song, "Martin Eden"). Then the narrative flashes back in time to cover the events leading up to the suicide. Being the final track, "Number 9" is the song before the suicide--the lowest point, if you will. The title of the song is most likely referring to nine lives. In this song, Mark Lanegan voices the protagonist, the man we are following through his ups and down. Greg appears to be the voice of that little devil on the shoulder, the cynical, hard-living, seen-it-all entity which taunts the protagonist when he's lowest. If you're not familiar with their voices, Mark begins the song and you'll immediately identify Greg when he comes in with his taunting line, "Come on, boy, don't be such a baby." It's beyond amazing and makes my heart hurt from the honesty and beauty.
+ The treadmill and I are getting along again. I've been working out after work each day. It feels so good to get some jogging in after a day in the office.
+ The maintenance men for my apartment building are amazing. I mentioned that my deadbolt wouldn't lock from the outside and guy who was up here fixing my smoke detector last time called me at work. He offered to come up here at 7:30 before I leave for work and switch out my deadbolt and doorknob so both will work with the same key. He also offered to install an electrical outlet in the bathroom. There is only one which resides up beside the light above the vanity. Apparently, this is typical of 1950's buildings. At any rate, he's going to run the wire down to a better location so I can actually put my straightener and blow dryer in the bathroom. They've gone above and beyond the call of duty. A thank you note is called for, I think.
+ We're in the pilot program of a new piece of software the home office is thinking of purchasing for all branches. Dan and I have a conference call tomorrow to learn how to use it. I imagine I could figure it out better myself.
+ Janet Evanovich has a new series out. I saw Wicked Appetite in the library today and rented it. There is a huge sticker on the cover from the library, telling me I have seven days to return the Express Collection book or they will charge me a dollar each day it is overdue. o_O
+ I'm paranoid I'm coming down with a cold, so I've spent the past two days drinking Emergen-C and Throat Coat herbal tea.
+ The manager at my office is out of town for the next four days. His cat has fallen in love with me, so I'm stopping by to visit her after work each day. When I open the garage door to go inside, she is waiting for me and crying. This causes me to crawl around the floor with her and but heads a fellow cat. I wish I could bring her home with me.
+ I am craving Indian food.
+ What's up with instant!winter in October? Can I have fall back?
I haz internetz. And cable, too.
It took the two gentlemen from the cable company nearly 45 minutes to turn on the cable for two televisions and install the modem; a job I thought they could accomplish in 15 minutes. The younger one insisted on calling me "sweetheart" at every turn. I'm not terribly big on pet names, so it irritated me. As he was leaving, he came back in and gave me a receipt for the work order by saying, "Here you go, sweetheart." I replied, "Thank you, pookie bear." He gave me a weird look and left. Serves him right. Sweetheart, my ass.
I was insanely depressed yesterday for no apparent reason. My mind was inventing reasons to be unhappy. I suspect the dreary weather on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday contributed to my feeling down in the dumps. Watch. I'll develop seasonal affective disorder now that I'm back in this wintery climate. Dammit.
Work is super great. The two women heading the professional development team in the home office had a conference call with me today. They wanted to know if I would mentor/coach someone. They've hired a new girl in an Ohio office and she's working for one of the top producers. He wants her to learn quickly and get registered ASAP. Because I did what they want her to do, they wanted to connect us and have her come to me with any questions. They also want me to steer her in the right direction in regards to studying for the Series 7 exam. I'm totally flattered they thought of me when there are hundreds of other sales assistants in the firm. So, we're all having a conference call tomorrow so they can introduce her to me.
I'm sitting on the patio of Panera Bread in the overcast weather that suddenly turned into autumn. I'm not complaining about fall, but a little warning would have been nice. I'm wearing thongs and my toes are freezing. Why am I out? Because I wanted a bagel and internet. My apartment still doesn't have cable or net, but I hope to have it installed next week. My bitty Motorola Droid is my only means of connection.
The apartment is wonderful with a few minor issues. I've decorated an unpacked almost everything. It feels very comfy and seems like a place I will be happy in. And despite it being Saturday night, things were very quiet around the complex last night. I had the windows open and I didn't hear much noise at all. Pictures will be forthcoming once I get settled in and get internet access back.
I pulled out the birth control pills this morning and took one. Eric (the guy from Pittsburgh) is still coming down to see me in the next four to six weeks. Better safe than sorry, right? I'm still slightly guarded about the relationship, but I'm very much looking forward to spending time with him. We'll see how it goes. I feel like it could be a long-term thing, but what the hell do I know, right? I'm clueless when it comes to men.