Back to the Future….

26 02 2009

No, I’m not reviewing that epic movie.  Although I’m sure some of you wish I was.  This is an actual talking about the future post.  Scary, huh?

(Expecting the rest of the Vacation Story? It’s coming next, I swears!  THIS however, is the reason I never finished my story on Friday.)

Wonderful opportunities have recently presented themselves.  I suddenly have all the time in the world to finish my graduate school applications because my position was cut last Friday as part of a series of major budget cuts due to the economy.   This was Totally unexpected, but explains why the (ex)Boss was SUCH a fricken pain in the ass over the last few weeks – she wanted me to finish as much as possible before she was left all on her own.

I was let go. Damn. It’s like cancer in that you never expect it to happen to you.

Luckily, I left the company in very good standing.  They expressed deep regret about losing me as an employee and offered to provide any recommendations.  Additionally, the company’s severance pay is usually 2wks salary + unused vacation hours.  I was sent away with 11wks salary, unused vacation, & the bonus I was due to receive in March.  (and they freely admitted there are jobs & projects they aren’t capable of doing without me bc they don’t know how.) Rock on.  AND I’m finally free of the Boss from Hell!!!!!!!!!!!

Once the shock wore off, I packed my duffel, fed Chris the Fish, and drove straight to my parent’s house.  While this is all happening 5 months sooner than expected, at least there will be no guilt about quitting.  Maybe this is God’s way of giving a solid kick in the pants to finish those damned grad school applications.  I’ve one possible job that I’m applying for currently, but I’m wary about trying to pick up something when I’ll be heading out in August.

One note of interest: I am part of a new demographic – I’m one of the 600,000 workers to be laid off this month alone.

And I’m not even mad or freaked out.  It all has a way of working itself out.  Plus, now I can totally get my eyebrow re-pierced!  I’ll have to move out of the city in 2 months which will be kinda sad (bc ‘home’ is so blatantly suburbanly gray) but I was getting bored of it here anyway.


Episode 2: Stoners

15 08 2008

Adventures in the City: Episode #2
Brought to you by Biking at Night Productions

Living on the East Side of the city means you get accustomed to seeing people from all walks of life daily. It’s the more ‘creative’ side of town. Sure it is overrun with yuppies on the main streets, but there are also the students, artists, musicians, baristas (yes they get their own category) & homeless. Live here long enough and you start to question “why not get your neck, lip or eyebrow* pierced”.

What do you think? Should I get one? ;)

What do you think? Should I get one? 😉

Biking around some of the darker streets a few nights back I came a upon a herd of stereotypical stoners. Dreaded, half dressed, supporting the Value Village clothing trend, moving slowly, with a sickly sweet stench you could smell all the way down the street… stereotypical stoner behavior. But traveling in packs? That’s news to me. I could see them just a block ahead: If I travel at a rate of X and they are meandering at a rate of Y, at what time will we intersect? lol. Seriously. I slowed as I approached the corner thinking to let the 20 of them pass. One little girl** took off when she saw me. Racing toward me as I paused, she circled me 2x yelling “I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU” and then ran away down the street leaving me an the rest of the pack laughing in her wake.

love this city.

*On the Record – I hate that I took out my eyebrow piercing. It’s been over a year since I joined the corporate world (which did not approve) and took it out. I miss it. sadness.
**Little as in could have been 12 by looks due in part to height & frame, messy ponytail, & the requiste XXL Grateful Dead t-shirt draping down to her knees.

Country Animals on College Campuses

7 08 2008

As I am “on lunch” I figured I throw an update on here so I remember to journal later.  Yes, I do use blogger as a way to write my journal entries when I’ve forgotten my journal at home.  Yes, I will copy it word for word tonight.  And yes, I do enjoying doing the same task twice. That’s a talent I’ve acquired via the JOB.

Adventures in the City:  Episode #1
Brought to you by Biking at Night Productions

Last night I saw a skunk. Shocked? I was. But let’s start this story right…

After watching a thrilling episode of So You Think You Can Dance and giving up on trying to call in to vote for Twitch (that would’ve been TV vote #2 ever for those of you who had a sudden *cough*loser*cough* fit), I decided to go for a bike ride. I love going out in the city at night. Nocturnal is much more interesting. The stars are out. There’s a cool breeze off the lakefront. Streets are semi-empty. Drivers are less attentive. A perfect night.

The kid in me always likes to bike over by the university with its dark streets and haunted lighting. As I was riding past, I thought -for the 8millionth time- I really should have visited friends down here more often.  I decided to ride through the campus for the first time. Not sure why I’ve never done that before.

Enjoyed passing the library with its hardcore summer students and cool waterfountain. Stopping outside the music practice room to watch Unknown Hottie reach a beautiful crescendo on the timpani. Resting for a moment while enjoying the view of the courtyard and watching the scurryings of a small animal scavenging for crumbs. It was pretty in the dark despite it’s slightly ratty black & white fur.

Then it hit me. THAT is a skunk. A SKUNK. 15 feet from me. I was frozen for a moment as all my grandpa’s stories of washing the dogs in tomato juice when they got sprayed came to mind. Conflicting thoughts entered the brain: What do I do?! I kinda want to take a picture. Should I leave? If I move, it will notice me. Will it spray me? Could I get a picture without it noticing? Should I move? I should. Ooo It’s meandering away a bit. Should I wait for it to walk away?

It didn’t seem to be paying any attention.  So I whipped out my cell and zoomed in on the little beast who was at the edge of the lit path now. Blurry. Damn. Ok, one more. Oh he’s coming closer. That’s right. Back into the light now. Come on. Little closer.  I closed my cell after getting the shot.  He was still hurrying here and there picking up the bits dropped by students as they had wandered between classes earlier that day.  I’m now satisfied with my mad cellphone photography skillz, but he’s too close now for me to just bike away without attracting attention. 7 ft. 5ft.  OMG HE’S UNDER MY BIKE. As in the bike I’m SITTING ON. He’s nibbling at my shoelaces. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Don’t breathe.

He meandered away without incident, but I had to stop and breathe (having neglected that while he tested to see if my shoes were edible).  My 1st thought was:  Cool. Woah. 2nd thought:  That would’ve been really embarrassing to admit if I had stuck around that long and he sprayed me. Whew. Thank you jesus. 

Next time on Adventures in the City:  Stoned