A Working Life

So, I have a job. A real one. With benefits. And a desk. No computer, (yet) but on my desk, there is a place for a computer, so when I get one, it will go there.

Also at my desk: a picture of me and my not-so-significant other. He is so not-significant, in fact, that he has been demoted to the role of "friend who I take to formal events and talk to on the phone, but also secretly pine for and wish I could still sleep with, without having to have deep meaningful conversations about our relationship."

Also, on my desk: lamp, mug o'pens, sticky notes. I love office supplies, so this is FUN!

In my desk, the essentials: pita chips, m'n'ms, popcorn. I love eating, so this is also FUN!

But this job? The real one? The one I've been telling you about? I have to go there EVERY DAY.

That part, is not so fun.

Mustang Sally, back on the horse

So, apparently I am a Sally, a big one. Capital S. Why?

Because I am typing this in a word document because too afraid to write this in a Blogger window because I am just so scared of putting myself back out there, out there on the Internet. It’s been so long.

It is as though the Internet and I were dating and now we have broken up, but maybe we’ve realized that we were meant to be together and that we want to get back together, but someone has to make the first move and that someone is me, apparently.

Regardless, here I am. Here I am again. Hello. How are you? It’s been so long since last we met. Did you get much done since I was gone? No, me neither.

Except for a few things. I did cross a few major things off my to-do list:
1. Graduate from college. Done and done.
2. Become a vegetarian.
3. Embrace the fact that I no longer have a plan for my life and that is okay.

Aaaaaand, that’s pretty much it.

In summation: I have now graduated from a university of higher education. I have a degree in Journalism and Technical Communication with concentrations in TV/Video Communication and News Editorial. And a minor in political science. Which is basically fancy talk for “I have no idea what I’m going to do with my life.”

I am currently a marketing intern for a large non-profit organization and I spend my days planning and designing invitations and advertisements for luncheons, conferences and benefit tournaments. When not designing invitations and advertisements, I can be found attending luncheons, conferences and benefit tournaments.

Despite not having a plan for my life and knowing that is completely okay, (no really, I’m completely fine with it, can’t you tell? Like, can’t you?) I will have to come up with something eventually.

Suggestions? Here in Lacking-Direction-Land, we take suggestions very seriously.

Okay, I’m putting this on the Internet riiiiiight now.

Funny, Funny, Funny: Bush and the Media

GeekWorld

Today, Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple, is holding a keynote address called MacWorld to unveil the company's new products for 2007. While nothing new has been posted on the Apple Web site, www.macrumors.com (visit the link on the right-hand side of my blog) has minute-to-minute updates and photos from the MacWorld keynote.

Thus far, Apple has revealed a new MacPro Cube, which runs silently due to its lack of fans. Also, a new wide-screen iPod, iTV (a way to view the movies you have downloaded onto your iPod through your television) and, most excitingly and importantly:
iPhone.

Blends a palm pilot, a cell phone and an iPod into one beautiful product. No buttons (cluttering) and no stylus (easy to lose) the iPhone uses multitouch technology so all a user needs is her/his fingers. So far, Cingulair is the exclusive carrier for the new phone. Whether they were the only company to sign on or whether Apple wanted only one company, nobody knows yet.

Price estimate? $500.00

MacWorld is the largest convention Apple holds each year. For MacHeads, it's like Christmas, with a tall, white, glasses-wearing computer geek Steve Jobs as Santa. Really, a more appropriate name would be GeekWorld.

Although at my house, we're glued to our TV, scanning the web on our G5 and our laptops, a MacBook and a MacBook Pro, sending text messages and blogging about MacWorld like it was our job.

GeekHouse?

There is talk of poo and sticks

I have decided that this blog is getting boring. And not because of the new font color or the fact that I switched to Blogger beta, a fact which I am regretting because I lost the fabulous color pink that I had found from a random HTML Web site and can never get back, unfortunately.

Nope, it's boring because I have, simply and frankly, lost the will to write. And I must ask myself why. Or rather, you, since you're reading this.

Is this a semester-long writer's block?

Is it the gargantuan decision that I no longer wish to be a traditional journalist that has colored my ability to write anything whatsoever?

The fact that my "editor" at the newspaper (we're using that term loosely because he gives absolutely no feedback or assistance, just rude remarks and ad hominem attacks that stem from what I believe is jealousy and a deeply imbedded stick up his...) and because of this, I've had a remarkable new thought that all other writers are better than me, even Nicholas Sparks, whose books I believe I could write with two eyes closed and while taking a dump?

Is it inappropriate to mention both poo and sticks up asses in one's blog?

Should I care about what is inappropriate?

Should I just give up now?

Snow day, a deux

It's snowed again. This is now the second largeish snowstorm we've experienced in less than two weeks. It has to stop.

Snow Day!

There is a fine line between being a grown-up and being a child. I believe 22 is, in its entirety, balanced precariously upon that line like a girl in a tutu walking the highwire at a circus. Sometimes, that girl and I, we veer closer to the adult side. We buy sensible shoes, we drink wine, and we purchase pinstripe skirts that are suitable for losing congressional races. Other days, we fall squarely in the middle, behaving ourselves all day long talking about intelligent things and planning trips to Europe, only to come home and snuggle with our roommates and watch cartoons. And then, there are the days when I am fully comfortable with ditching the girl and falling off the rope entirely. And what better excuse to revert back to childhood than for a snow day?

I have sledded, I have made snowballs, I have even hit people with snowballs - a miracle considering my notoriously poor aim and weak arm muscles. I have even helped to shovel the driveway of the neighborhood crankster who blames us kids (when we choose to think of ourselves as children) whenever a golf ball breaks his window. I just felt that, in the spirit of Christmas, shoveling his driveway was the right thing to do. Also, it probably made him feel like a jackass and the next time he goes to yell at us, he'll probably think twice. After all, the spirit of the season is all about giving. Giving neighborly assistance...and guilt!

I am so lucky to live in a neighborhood where every family subscribes to the "It Takes A Village" theory. When I was small, there was no difference between this kid and that kid, my kid and your kid. There also wasn't a single time-out corner I hadn't sat in! And now that I'm older, there isn't a single house that wouldn't take me in, make me breakfast, and sit me down to ask about my life. And then make me shovel their driveway. So, I guess in that way, there really isn't that big of a difference in childhood and adulthood after all. Now, I just wear bigger snowpants.