Summer Fun
Here it is, New Year's Weekend 2016, and I find myself already four or five posts behind my goal for 2015. I have no excuse for this lack of discipline. I am lazy and there's no sugarcoating it.
I'm going to backpedal to roughly mid-September to re-cap my Amazing Summer Off, before the Job Hunting Blues set in and ruined everything.
As you may recall, my last day at the Salt Mine was April 30th. After a few days of luxuriating in the knowledge that I didn't have to be anywhere for the foreseeable future, I began to tackle my long list of projects that had lain dormant for nearly eleven years.
First off, I sorted through several boxes of old files: bills, bank statements, articles I'd printed that seemed really interesting at the time but not so much anymore. I went through another huge stash of magazine clippings labeled "Design" from the days when I dreamed of changing careers to become an interior designer. 90% of it ended up in the recycling bin.
The whole culling process took almost the entire month of May. It was a sobering lesson in the folly of hoarding paper. An untold number of trees laid waste to indulge my obsessions. Did I ever go back and re-read any of those articles or use those design ideas to any tangible end? Nope! Was that garbage pail-sized pile of rejected paper serving any purpose other than as a colossal fire hazard? Nope!
Take a lesson from me, my friends: if you ever feel the urge to print out that funny Salon article on annoying co-workers, or to cut out that photo of the perfect kitchen from Country Living, resist it with all your being! Believe me when I tell you it will sit in a drawer, unappreciated and taking up space, until you stumble across it ten years from now and you'll wonder what the heck you were thinking. [Same goes, btw, for the bag loads of shoes and clothing that ended up being consigned or donated.]
That major chore out of the way, I moved on to the garden and a few indoor decorating projects. Those were much more fun.
I transformed the area behind the garage from a junk depository into a Provence-inspired patio. Twenty bags of really heavy pea gravel, 36 pieces of edging rock, and a garbage bag full of old car parts later, it was done and I headed forthwith to the Chiropractor. Upshot: we can finally sit outside and enjoy the garden without having to run inside when it rains. Heaven!
Then, I got serious about finding the perfect miniature 'french' chandelier for the guest room (my private hangout space). I've been keeping an eye out for years without luck but hadn't been serious about it. It took a while, and I was on the verge of despairing that I'd never find anything for my budget of under $100, when I at last came across this one online for only $99 + free shipping. YAY!!!
The upstairs hallway:
Now that three tons of paper have been removed, the Library (aka my Shoe Room) is slowly coming together:
My "Miniatures" gallery:
Many more projects still await, but I figure I've got the rest of my life to get through them all. Then, should I meet an untimely demise, my sister and niece will get to dismantle them all and divide the spoils and my husband will be glad to be rid of all my 'junk'.
Up next is the ever-daunting Photo Project: Printing out twelve years of digital photos from the computer and sorting them by year into actual physical photo albums. Not looking forward to that chore AT ALL. Let me know if you have a teenager for rent!
Hawkeye On The Hudson
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Friday, November 13, 2015
News Nostalgia
Remember the days when you could turn on CNN, at any time of the day or night, and get actual news?
I spend a lot of time in front of the TV these days, about four or five hours a day while scanning the job boards. It reminds me of my days at the University of Iowa when I'd go to the student union or a coffee shop where CNN was always on in the background. I'd study and keep up with the world at the same time.
My how the world has changed. We now have about ten news channels with Verizon, and eight of those are crap. All talking heads with a focus on either business or politics. CNN is a waste of time if I want to know what's going on outside of Wall Street or the Beltway.
Guess who actually gives us the actual news these days, 24/7?
Al Jazeera.
I hate to sound racist or xenophobic, but seriously: How is it, in this post-9/11 world, that my only choice for real, hard-hitting global news coverage is from a news organization based in Qatar? Don't get me wrong - I like and appreciate their work even if they're more heavy on war coverage than I'd like (how about a piece on street vendors in Beijing or something?) But come on, America! Why can't we get the same or better from the dozens of news organizations we have right here? Surely we have the brain power and resources to provide more than what's on offer today.
Oh, but wait! I should give a shout out to One America News. If you can stomach the blatant Right Wing Nutbag slant to their content, you can count on getting what Fox News used to deliver before they devolved into a talking head wasteland: Actual news from around the country, all day every day.
I know I'm a lone voice in the wilderness, but I'm hoping somebody at CNN will stumble across this rant, a light bulb will go off and by some miracle I'll tune into CNN one day and find - gasp! - actual news.
In the meantime, I'll be grudgingly tuned in to Al Jazeera.
Post script: As soon as I published this post, Al Jazeera aired a piece on a chopstick competition in South Korea, part of a larger cultural festival taking place this week. Yes! Love that shit!! Thank you A.J. America!
I spend a lot of time in front of the TV these days, about four or five hours a day while scanning the job boards. It reminds me of my days at the University of Iowa when I'd go to the student union or a coffee shop where CNN was always on in the background. I'd study and keep up with the world at the same time.
My how the world has changed. We now have about ten news channels with Verizon, and eight of those are crap. All talking heads with a focus on either business or politics. CNN is a waste of time if I want to know what's going on outside of Wall Street or the Beltway.
Guess who actually gives us the actual news these days, 24/7?
Al Jazeera.
I hate to sound racist or xenophobic, but seriously: How is it, in this post-9/11 world, that my only choice for real, hard-hitting global news coverage is from a news organization based in Qatar? Don't get me wrong - I like and appreciate their work even if they're more heavy on war coverage than I'd like (how about a piece on street vendors in Beijing or something?) But come on, America! Why can't we get the same or better from the dozens of news organizations we have right here? Surely we have the brain power and resources to provide more than what's on offer today.
Oh, but wait! I should give a shout out to One America News. If you can stomach the blatant Right Wing Nutbag slant to their content, you can count on getting what Fox News used to deliver before they devolved into a talking head wasteland: Actual news from around the country, all day every day.
I know I'm a lone voice in the wilderness, but I'm hoping somebody at CNN will stumble across this rant, a light bulb will go off and by some miracle I'll tune into CNN one day and find - gasp! - actual news.
In the meantime, I'll be grudgingly tuned in to Al Jazeera.
Post script: As soon as I published this post, Al Jazeera aired a piece on a chopstick competition in South Korea, part of a larger cultural festival taking place this week. Yes! Love that shit!! Thank you A.J. America!
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Job Hunting Blues
Am I Really That Much of a Loser?
When I left
my corporate job in the city I knew I was taking a risk. Leaving a cushy, well-paying job without
having something new lined up is a dive off the deep end.
It’s been
nearly six months since I quit, and about three weeks into a serious job
search, with only one real interview to show for it. I’m starting to get depressed – it’s like
knowing that everybody in your high school class has a date to the Prom while
you’re sitting home alone, all dressed up but no offers to dance. (And no, I was
never invited to Prom, so I know the feeling well).
I have to
keep reminding myself that I had very valid reasons for leaving my job, not the
least of which was the fact that my boss (The Sadist) more or less told me he was going to
fire me the next time I made a mistake.
Humans make mistakes, ergo… I
decided to leave on my own terms with my head held high, thank you very much.
The other
reasons for quitting I could have lived with individually, but when combined
into the daily soup of misery that was my existence, I just couldn’t deal
anymore. Let us recap, shall we?
1)
The
grinding, 2-hours-each-way commute.
Leaving the house at 7 a.m. and getting home at 7:30 or 8:00 at
night. You try it and see how long you
last. I did it for eleven years.
2)
A
toxic work environment that had people being thrown under buses right and left,
bad behavior being rewarded (please, please vent in the comments section!), and
those who were truly trying to do the right thing being punished (promotions
and raises withheld, getting yelled at for stupid stuff, etc.)
3)
The
soul-killing reality that is Corporate America.
Everybody deals with this crap, and I put up with it too and probably
will have to again, but I needed a break after 25 years of Office Bullshit. The list of said crap is endless, but my
personal favorite is Corporate Buzzwords, specifically “Granularity”. As in, “What is the granularity of our
criteria for this project?” That one makes my stomach churn. Please share
your personal favorites.
I had lunch
with an old friend recently. She
survived late-stage cancer and has a newfound perspective on priorities in
life. Luckily I was able to come to the
same conclusion without having to stare Death in the face. Upshot:
you can put up with a lot of pain and suffering in life if you have to
in order to survive, but once you have the option of leaving it behind, you’d
be a fool not to. Life, pardon the old
saw, is way too short.
That said,
I’m now faced with a long, hard slog to find a new job that pays enough to
cover the bills, doesn’t require flying to the moon and back every day, and is
somewhat mentally stimulating.
So far,
apparently, that’s asking a bit too much of the world.
I’ll keep
you posted.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Beating the System, One Cuppa Joe At
A Time
The Latest Installment of my Ongoing Rant About the Age of Diminishing Returns...
You may
recall my recent screed on Facebook about the death of our $60 coffee pot,
wunderkind of Chinese ingenuity, consigned to the garbage heap after less than
two years of service.
Antennae
up, I found this stove-top, non-electric percolator of my dreams a few days ago
at a local yard sale for all of $3.
This old
battle axe probably last saw active duty during the Korean War, but I have
faith that it will outlive me, and will definitely last more than two years in
my kitchen. Made in the USA, thank you
very much.
Thank you,
Mirro Company, for your contribution to the American Dream. Unfortunately, the company has since been swallowed
up and has disappeared into the vortex of that great American phenomenon: Offshoring.
At least I
am lucky enough to own one of their great products that will last me a
lifetime. Even My Husband, who loves all
things new and shiny, has become a fan.
While I’m
on a rant, let me also present to you this annoying little gem:
Behold the
newest addition to our household shower stall:
My old
Daisy Shaver served me well for over 20 years.
I was happy with it, practical and economical, until I found that they
no longer made the cartridges.
Grrrr!!!
Now I am
forced to buy this ridiculous contraption and spend a fortune on the
replacement blades.
If it
weren’t for my own ingrained “ick” threshold (I’m a product of the 80s after
all), I would chuck it altogether and revert to 19th century norms
of personal hygiene. But alas, much to MH's relief, I am stuck with this thing for the foreseeable
future.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Homesick
Sometimes I Really Miss the Midwest
I flew home
to Iowa recently for my 30th high school reunion. As always, I came back with mixed
feelings. Especially after the 15-hour
ordeal of actually getting there, but that’s a bitch session for another day.
As I was recently
telling another friend who moved here from the Midwest, and who also has a
love-hate relationship with NYC, I’ve always felt like a fish out of water, here
and in Iowa. There are things to love
and hate about both. But there are some
things that I really do miss about ‘home’ to the point of sometimes breaking
into tears.
1)
Family
and friends. Yes, it’s easier to keep in
touch these days with email and social media, but it’s not the same as being in
the same room. I miss you all.
2)
Being
around people who Get It. I know what
they say about people being the same wherever you go, but there’s nothing like
going home to Your People. Not having to
explain why you partied in corn fields in high school. Or why it’s called ‘pop’, not ‘soda’. Sharing memories of teachers, friends, public
figures, and local hangouts without having to provide a long-winded back
story. People who know true winter. My People have known me longer than my
husband has, so in some ways they know me better. We might not even like each other very much,
but we understand each other in a way that New Yorkers will never understand
me. Being a Stranger in a Strange Land
is a lonely existence.
3)
Nice
People. East Coast people are
weird. There. I said it.
Tear into me in the comments section if you want, but that’s my opinion
and I’m entitled to it. Sometimes I just
get tired of the arrogance, the chip-on-the-shoulder-iness, the unhelpfulness,
and downright rudeness that passes for the social norm out here. (Yes, I know there are nice people everywhere, including New York, but the general tone is one of Whaddyawant!?) Back home, even if they’re faking it, most
people are nice to strangers. It’s only
after they get to know you that the claws come out.
4)
Meadowlarks. I have to be content with the memory of their
beautiful songs.
5)
Thunderstorms. Knowing I might never experience a really awesome
Midwest summer storm again brings tears to my eyes. Please appreciate them.
Lord knows I love New York,
otherwise I wouldn’t still be here after 25
years, but I will always be a
Midwesterner at heart. This is a very
general
Miss List of the place I called home for 24 years. Please feel free to share
your Miss List in
the comments.
Can We All Please Dispense With Door Games?
Don't Force Me To Say Thank You
This may
seem like a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things, but it’s one of
those social dances that sets my teeth on edge and I wish would just go away
forever.
It’s a
phenomenon that used to drive me nuts on a daily basis while still employed, but occurs evenly across the spectrum of
human existence.
Let me
present to you a representative scenario with which I am sure you are all too
familiar:
Me: able-bodied, not elderly or physically impaired, approaching the elevator, bodega, department store, or what-have-you;
not burdened with any baggage beyond a shoulder bag, approaching at a
confident, brisk, even pace.
Door Game Instigator: Approaches door 20 feet ahead of me, grabs door handle, turns to see if there’s anyone following, and locks eyes with Yours Truly.
Me: The Game has begun. Great. I am now an
unwilling Door Game Player.
Door Game Instigator:
Opens door with a flourish-cum-challenge,
all impatience and expectation.
Me: Torn.
Do I rush to the door to relieve this poor soul of their Door Duty and gush my thanks, or
do I take my time and let them stew in their self-imposed politesse? I manage to do both at once. I pick up my pace and halfway there I call
out “That’s okay – I got it! Thank you!”
Door Game
Instigator: Clearly not relinquishing his/her
status as Savior of Able-Bodied Damsel In No Distress, continues to hold the
door and revels in my discomfort.
Me: Thinking to myself, Would you please just let
the effing door close so I don’t have to thank you? I’m perfectly capable of opening the door
myself! Upon finally arriving at the door I say aloud to the DGI “Thanks! You really shouldn’t have. I’m fine!”
Door Game
Instigator: Clearly irritated that
his/her gallantry wasn’t fully appreciated, a begrudging “You’re welcome.”
Game Over.
Sigh.
In case
you’re confused, let me break this down for you. If you’re not confused, let us commiserate:
A)
There’s
a place for chivalry, but forcing it on others with the sole intent being a selfish need to be thanked is obnoxious.
B)
By
making me run for the door just because you’re holding it for me, for twenty
paces and zero necessity, you’re not being chivalrous. You’re being a self-important asshole.
C)
Take
a minute to reflect on this behavior:
why are you holding the door for far longer than necessary given that the
person behind you is perfectly capable of performing the task themselves and is
practically begging you to stop?
It doesn’t
take a PHD in psychology to differentiate between those people who are really
just being polite and those who are Door Game Instigators. It’s the Instigators who piss me off.
I would
suggest a rule:
If the
person following you is more than three or four paces away, is of sound body and clearly not in any distress,
put aside your need to be thanked and let them get the door for themselves.
And while you're at it, please stop blessing me when I sneeze. My soul didn't go anywhere and you know it. And no, I'm not going to thank you for it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
You Won The Lottery! Now Back the F*** Off!
Why Are You So Angry?
In a
previous post I commented on the sheer numbers of seemingly unemployed (or
barely employed) people in my neck of the woods.
As an
offshoot of that demographic, I’d like to take a moment if I may to rant about
how so many of those people are given to Road (and other) Rage.
To be fair,
I give a pass to the obvious offenders:
teenagers, angry rich white men, disenfranchised minorities, etc. They’ve got their own reasons for being
assholes that don’t require much speculation
(hormones, midlife crises, racial injustice, etc.). I just continue on and try to ignore it.
But what is
it with middle-class, obviously unemployed white women? Why are they so angry?
As far as I can tell, there’s no legitimate excuse.
I try not
to lose my cool with these bitches, but it’s hard.
A small
sampling would include: the snarky
comments while jockeying shopping carts at the grocery store, shooting
dagger-ish looks when I dare to scoot past them at the TJMaxx shoe rack, the
barely-veiled impatience while in line at the ATM… the list goes on.
And then
there’s the most heinous of all offenses:
daring to only drive 5 mph over the speed limit into the hairpin curve
by the local library. That seems to
incite sheer rage.
Why?!
Why the
anger over such mundane and insignificant life events that everybody deals with
on a daily basis? Aren’t there more
important things to get upset about?
In every
one of these situations I want to look them straight in the eye and demand an
answer:
YOU WON THE
LOTTERY!!
YOU DON’T
HAVE TO WORK!!
WHY THE
F#CK ARE YOU SO PISSED OFF AT THE WORLD?!
My husband’s theory
is that they’ve realized too late that their existences are essentially
meaningless. The kids are old enough not
to need them anymore, their husbands and working friends are out there
successfully navigating the corporate world, the same corporate world that has
no use for them after fifteen or so years of not working. They’re essentially reduced to being housekeepers
and/or trophy wives with no real purpose in life.
That may be
true, but in my book that neither excuses nor fully explains such outright
asshole-ish behavior. Feel free to add
your two cents.
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