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What you think about when you are laid off

25 Jan

Lay off

How will I pay for beer?

Who will take over my workload?

Why couldn’t they let me go in July when I could tan all day?

Why the heck are we out of beer?

Who will deal with that pain in the arse client who only likes me?

Is this the workplace version of “it’s not you, it’s me”?

How will I pay for my gym membership?

I guess I can forget about purchasing that tanning package.

It could be worse, it could be raining.

Is this an excuse to not wear pants all day?

Will my former co-workers laugh at me for crying in front of everyone?

No, seriously, why are we out of beer?

I guess I could drink wine, but I’d rather have beer.

Now the dog has to eat the discount doggie biscuits. Boy will he be mad.

I can consider this unpaid vacation, right?

I suppose it’s time to blog again.

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Summer Synopsis

15 Aug

Is it really mid-August already? I can hardly believe that the end of summer is nearly upon us. Other than having an amazing 25th birthday in June, here’s what I’ve been up to.

outdoorsMore so than in summers past, I spent some time in the great outdoors. As you can tell, I lost a few days beach bumming with several books during the first half of the summer. The time alone with the all-loving sun kissing my skin felt renewing and restful. Apparently, I posted about my beach endeavors on social media so much that my best friend felt it necessary to buy me a proper outdoor blanket. I am eternally grateful.

animal friendsI made some friends in the animal kingdom. The photo on the left is showing a hug I received from a dog upon our first meeting at a block party. After the photo, she nestled her snout in my neck for a bit. It’s beautiful to see how loving and caring our canine friends can be–even if they don’t know us at all. They’re always willing to give us the benefit of the doubt. The photos on the right show a fawn in our yard. The amazing part being that this is the closest I have ever been able to get to a baby deer. Usually they run away before I can get within ten yards (maybe I don’t have the quietest step).

Craft BeerI had more than my fair share of local craft beer this summer. I even had the honor of attending the Crooked Ladder Brewing Company’s opening weekend and received a private tour from the owner. Although a good beer never really has a season for an enthusiast like me, nothing beats kicking back with a cold one on a warm summer day.

Sookie StackhouseLastly, I managed to drag out my reading of the last Sookie Stackhouse book, Dead Ever After, for the majority of the summer. I did the same thing with the Harry Potter series…And the Twilight Series…And the Hunger Games series. Do we see a pattern here? The most unique part of this reading experience; however, is that I was able to read the book while simultaneously following HBO’s True Blood (based on the Sookie Stackhouse books…but I bet you already knew that). It was almost worse than that time during my senior year of college when I had to read two different Jane Austen novels for two different courses at the same time. Holy confusion.

But getting back to Sookie, since I spaced out my reading, and sometimes read the book the same night as watching the HBO series, I was one befuddled Lit Geek. There were so many times that I wanted to blame Warlow in Dead Ever After, and then realized a page or two later that this conclusion made no sense. Although confusing, it was both challenging and interesting to balance the two plots.

What did you do this summer?

Restless

9 Jul

Rest-less:

Adjective

  1. (of a person or animal) Unable to rest or relax as a result of anxiety or boredom.
  2. Offering no physical or emotional rest; involving constant activity or motion: “a restless night”.IMG_20130709_225934

Have you ever had an evening when your thoughts are running in rapid motion–jumping from one subject to another to another (mainly regarding things over which you have no control)? Tonight I’m thinking about the fact that I only know two people who would ever consider being bridesmaids in my future wedding, for which there is no date, no engagement, no groom. And after that, I researched “squat challenges” online for longer than any person should–since the gals at work briefly discussed them today. After that, I texted my guy friend for over half an hour regarding the suits he wears to work, what color they are, how often he has to dry clean them and how lucky I am that I never ever have to wear a suit to my office.  Then I wondered if I am any less successful for not being required to wear a suit on a daily basis. After that, I got upset about the fact that all my friends in Rhode Island are moving away from the Northeast, and that I haven’t made a steep enough effort to see them in the three years since I graduated college. Then, I sank infinitely deeper into melancholy after realizing what I haven’t accomplished in three years.

I don’t understand why my brain only does this when I should be sleeping or preparing my things for work tomorrow or really doing anything else that does not entail unrequited, unfounded pity for oneself. If this were a twitter status, it would include the hashtag “#firstworldproblems,” because, quite frankly, nobody cares. I don’t even care–in that, I wish no longer to care, but for some reason I still do.

My brain also jumps into this hyperactive mode, where it tries to instantaneously solve all of problems at hand (real or fictional) regardless of the time. Hello insomnia. Self-absorption is really unflattering. I should work on that…

The BIG 2 5

2 Jul

At the very end of June, I celebrated the quarter of a century anniversary of my existence on Earth. First, my family treated me to a Long Island Ducks game. They’re an extremely talented local minor league team. Oh, and my name appeared on the scoreboard for my birthday.

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Afterwards, there were some pretty sweet fireworks.

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My actual birthday was on Saturday, so on Friday, my co-workers decorated my desk. The day of, I received some pretty great presents including a Salve Regina University Alex and Ani bracelet from my parents, a Tiffany’s key from my beau and homemade apple pie moonshine from my sister.

Birthday collageCombined, all of these things are more than any girl can ask for, especially when wanting a distraction from the unfounded feeling of aging and useless nostalgia brought on by the BIG 2 5.  But somehow, my sister found a way to bridge my path from childhood to adulthood in a way that didn’t make me feel as though I were in some type of age purgatory–not quite a full-blown adult, but certainly not a child.

Cake collageSo, she designed a triple-tiered Harry Potter themed birthday cake–complete with Harry’s glasses, a Gryffindor scarf, a golden snitch and Hedwig. The striped candles represent Quidditch posts including all four House colors. Everything but the owl and the candles were edible! And the second cake layer was tie-dyed! Overall the project took her about a week. When it came time to cut into the cake, it literally took me a half an hour to build the strength to slice into such a beautiful piece of art. After all, to me this cake was a symbol of my childhood. It helped me realize that I don’t need to completely change who I am in order to be a “grown-up.”

I started reading HP at the age of nine, and no one in the room thought it was strange that my sister made me an HP cake. The series helped me become the Lit Geek I am.

Becoming an adult isn’t so much about leaving things behind, but more about being able to embrace change and incorporate new experiences as well, and it only took me 25 years to realize it.

April is Ruthless

30 Apr

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

April

I have never found T.S. Eliot’s words to be this true as I have in 2013.  “Why is April so cruel?”, I would think. The weather starts getting warmer, the flowers blossom and coats are no longer necessary in the majority of the Mid-Atlantic states. I believed that Eliot had really never seen the potential in April.

Well this April, I discovered why. In the fourth month of this year, I had my heart broken, and then hastily and arbitrarily pasted back together. My career changed (and not necessarily to my benefit). My canine nephew,Bosco, decided to hate me and never share a bed with me again. I basically turned my back on who I am by somehow avoiding reading, working out and eating healthily. Instead, I opted to eat Pop Secret Homestyle popcorn or barbecue flavored kettle chips while gulping down half a bottle of red wine.

Due to ridiculous and uncontrollable circumstances, this month I have obtained the least amount of sleep ever. When I did obtain sleep, it was terrible in quality. Not to mention, I discovered that I have a totally unlikeable personality. Four jobs in three years, and I felt that everyone hated me at every single one of them. Six months at my current job, and I see the same pattern again. Snide remarks. Whispering behind me. Hidden notes/emails. Is this adulthood?  Moreover, my heartbreak was caused by the discovery that my beau’s friends and family seem to dislike me, disrespect me, or just completely disregard my feelings altogether. I started to feel as though I should have taken a tip from Willy Loman in Death of a Salesman, and tried at least a little to be more well-liked.

As the protective comfort of winter thawed, a culmination of unsavory scenarios unfolded. I didn’t read as often as I wanted to. I didn’t blog at all. I failed to really celebrate National Poetry Month. I felt unintelligent, unsuccessful, unwanted and certainly unfit.

And then, to make matters worse, I got even more upset realizing how self-absorbed and ungrateful I was being. My laundry list of complaints is considered trivial in comparison to the issues most individuals face on a daily basis. This very month, not too far from home, tragedy struck Boston. Several people were killed, including a child, and hundreds of others were injured, even to the point of losing limbs.Colorado

Well, for the remainder of spring, I will be less self-absorbed. I will let “comments” roll off my shoulders. I can’t allow the petty nonsense of others affect me to the point of gluttonous microwave popcorn consumption accompanied by a lack of physical and mental exercise. I won’t allow meager opinions to upset me to the point of turning my back on blogging and literature. These things all come together to make me who I am. I am a strong woman, and I will remain steadfast in my stance.

Note: Dear readers, thank you so much for allowing me to more honest and personal than I ever have been in the history of this blog. 

Support Your Local Bookseller

23 Feb

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On a blustery winter afternoon, I strolled into my local bookstore,BookHampton, for just one book. Well, that didn’t happen…

IMG_20130127_202539My impulse shopping kicked in, along with the positive experience of encountering a bookseller rather than just a clerk at a chain book store.  Sure, I pre-order books on Amazon and Barnes and Noble at times, but visiting your local bookseller is a different experience altogether. To me, a bookstore is not simply a means for obtaining reading material–it’s a destination. And when I arrive there, the bookseller almost knows my taste in books better than I do. Where do you prefer to purchase books?

Post-Blizzard Beauty

14 Feb

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Sure we were all snowed in for 2 days, but look at the beautiful aftermath. I have to say, if anything, this storm made me feel grateful. When I woke up the next morning to find my power still on, I did a victory dance in my pajamas…And then Bosco stared at me.

Aw. Look at him in all his frozen glory.

Aw. Look at him in all his frozen glory.

The view down my street.

The view down my street.

Rustic is an understatement.

Rustic is an understatement.

 

 

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