I wanted to write something today, but had no ideas. Not even a flicker of inspiration. In truth, I've been sitting here writing one sentence then erasing it and replacing it with another one that then gets erased just like its predecessor. This is as far as I've gotten with any of my thoughts, so I'm just going to roll with it.
I guess I could share some of the options I tossed around before, apparently, totally quitting on a "themed" entry and letting the ramble live freely.
1. What I think of when I listen to "Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)" by Jay-Z.
2. The "Why" I give myself when I don't have a real one.
3. Pumpkin Flavored EVERYTHING
My feet are exceptionally cold right now, but I'm letting them stay that way because I once heard that the brain functions at a higher capacity when the body is cold. I need all the brain functionality I can squeeze out. We probably all do.
I think the reason I'm failing so badly at this is because I am listening to one song over and over again that makes me feel like I'm dying. Like it's being sung from my cells, taking something from me. Here's the YouTube link for it so you can listen too. You're probably not going to like it because it's creepy.
I Never Learnt to Share
Actually there's your theme. Me sharing links with you. GET EXCITED.
"Contemplative Breakfast Cat"- Updated daily, this cat has some thoughts at breakfast. Very funny.
Contemplative Breakfast Cat
Great cartoons. Also updated daily.
Married to the Sea
More cartoons, updated daily (I'm starting to feel embarrassed).
Natalie Dee
"The Daily What"- I think the title pretty much speaks for itself.
The Daily What
I'm already tired of doing that. I think I'll have a shower. I also think that both the physical and mental benefits of showering are not considered enough in the everyday life of most people. Bad day? Hot shower. Good day? Hot shower. It really works any way you want to look at it.
Oh dear, I'm still typing.
I let my iTunes move on to a different song, and it chose "Blister in the Sun". Yeah iTunes, great song. Especially for a shower.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your new life, again.
Hello hello! Please imagine that I said that in a British accent with a great deal of enthusiasm. Thank you.
As this is my first post, I think it's a good idea to give a little background. This past May I graduated from a college with a degree and that was pretty nice. Immediately after that, I got an internship in New Paltz, NY doing all sorts of research and writing on some real bad ass ladies of Huguenot Street. When I wasn't doing that, I acted retired. You know, the general waking up early, going for morning strolls. Sipping on fine Italian espresso and reading outdoors. Occasionally calling up the grandchildren to see if they wanted to come over for cookies and Scrabble. The last part isn't true, but I do enjoy cookies and Scrabble.
Then, the internship ended and I got a job. Yes, a legitimate, 45 hours per week, benefits, the whole shebang type of job. Like any fresh-out-of-college young adult, I was feeling rather pleased with myself. And also, with the thought of a paycheck. A month passed. I was fitting in well, chatting with my co-workers about this "totally outrageous customer," drinking black coffee out of paper cups, and making plans for after-work happy hour someday, sometime. I was well on my way to becoming a fine business woman.
Then last week I had an email in my Outlook that was titled, "Mandatory Communication." I thought to myself, "Hm, that's vague." But, nearly everyone around me had received the same email that we were to meet in the back room at 4:45pm for this "Mandatory Communication," so I thought nothing of it. I even brought my notepad to the meeting, because I'm diligent like that.
We got to the meeting and a nice woman with a thick Polish accent, staring down, clicking away at her Blackberry for the duration of the one-way conversation said, "I am not here with good news. Revenuebudgetsfinancesblahblahsorry all of your jobs have been terminated."
Shit. What? Shit. Shitshitshitshit. (That's what I wrote on my notepad. Again, because of the diligence.)
Boom. Bam. Bent. Over.
Here I am, I thought, 22, been here a little over a month, and have now been laid off. Already. Some people burst out in angry fits, demanding answers, explanations. Some people began to cry. I understood both reactions. I turned to my now ex-co-workers and said, "Want to go get a drink or maybe several drinks?" We got those drinks. Myself and a good portion of the 55 other people who had their jobs taken away that day. Recessions, right? Whaddayagonnado?
We sat at the bar, drinking, laughing at what had just happened because really what else could we do? That was when I saw the upside to all of this. If not that job, then another job. Right? Remember that degree you got, Gab? You still care about that.
I do still care about that. So, I guess what I'm half scratching at enough to leave a red mark but not enough to break the skin is that it's all going to be alright. Something will happen because it has to. Being one of several people who recently graduated and seemingly don't stand a chance, I feel like there has to be other people out there who get what I'm talking about. The world is so huge. We are so small. I think we'll all find a place to settle in if we want to enough. At least for like, a month or so, in my experience.
As this is my first post, I think it's a good idea to give a little background. This past May I graduated from a college with a degree and that was pretty nice. Immediately after that, I got an internship in New Paltz, NY doing all sorts of research and writing on some real bad ass ladies of Huguenot Street. When I wasn't doing that, I acted retired. You know, the general waking up early, going for morning strolls. Sipping on fine Italian espresso and reading outdoors. Occasionally calling up the grandchildren to see if they wanted to come over for cookies and Scrabble. The last part isn't true, but I do enjoy cookies and Scrabble.
Then, the internship ended and I got a job. Yes, a legitimate, 45 hours per week, benefits, the whole shebang type of job. Like any fresh-out-of-college young adult, I was feeling rather pleased with myself. And also, with the thought of a paycheck. A month passed. I was fitting in well, chatting with my co-workers about this "totally outrageous customer," drinking black coffee out of paper cups, and making plans for after-work happy hour someday, sometime. I was well on my way to becoming a fine business woman.
Then last week I had an email in my Outlook that was titled, "Mandatory Communication." I thought to myself, "Hm, that's vague." But, nearly everyone around me had received the same email that we were to meet in the back room at 4:45pm for this "Mandatory Communication," so I thought nothing of it. I even brought my notepad to the meeting, because I'm diligent like that.
We got to the meeting and a nice woman with a thick Polish accent, staring down, clicking away at her Blackberry for the duration of the one-way conversation said, "I am not here with good news. Revenuebudgetsfinancesblahblahsorry all of your jobs have been terminated."
Shit. What? Shit. Shitshitshitshit. (That's what I wrote on my notepad. Again, because of the diligence.)
Boom. Bam. Bent. Over.
Here I am, I thought, 22, been here a little over a month, and have now been laid off. Already. Some people burst out in angry fits, demanding answers, explanations. Some people began to cry. I understood both reactions. I turned to my now ex-co-workers and said, "Want to go get a drink or maybe several drinks?" We got those drinks. Myself and a good portion of the 55 other people who had their jobs taken away that day. Recessions, right? Whaddayagonnado?
We sat at the bar, drinking, laughing at what had just happened because really what else could we do? That was when I saw the upside to all of this. If not that job, then another job. Right? Remember that degree you got, Gab? You still care about that.
I do still care about that. So, I guess what I'm half scratching at enough to leave a red mark but not enough to break the skin is that it's all going to be alright. Something will happen because it has to. Being one of several people who recently graduated and seemingly don't stand a chance, I feel like there has to be other people out there who get what I'm talking about. The world is so huge. We are so small. I think we'll all find a place to settle in if we want to enough. At least for like, a month or so, in my experience.
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