My most festive act of the evening was killing a spider that was crawling up the living room wall.
My most festive thought of the evening was that I could tell everyone that I dressed up as the kid from Home Alone (because I was home, alone).
My most festive goal is that I am going to try to make my holiday observances less pathetic before I turn 30.
October 31, 2013
October 29, 2013
Sick Daze
In the last 27 hours, I've eaten a cup of dry cereal, a cup of gatorade and a few spoonfuls of rice.
I've moved only between the couch, my bed and the bathroom.
I think for Hanukkah this year, I'd like a caretaker for days like these.
I've moved only between the couch, my bed and the bathroom.
I think for Hanukkah this year, I'd like a caretaker for days like these.
October 20, 2013
A Lesson on Not Wasting Time Being Jealous
In the age of social media, it's easy to see the wonderful/beautiful/fabulous places everyone is going to with their wonderful/beautiful/fabulous friends or significant other. I'm sure I'm not alone in this, but sometimes the overwhelmingly positive cross-section of my friend's lives that they display to the public makes me feel inadequate.
It's tempting to be jealous of what they have, but based on the people I know pretty well in real life, none of them are as happy as they make themselves out to be in their online personas.
Case in point: a particular couple who graduated from my high school a few years before me. For years, their profiles were filled with adorable couple photos, then photos of their lavish wedding, followed by their tropical honeymoon. Fast-forward about 2 years. According to what the groom's bitter mother relayed to my mother, the wife cheated four times in their first year of marriage and then left him.
Good thing I wasted no time being jealous of what they had, which apparently wasn't much.
I wish, every once in a while, someone (other than myself) would have the balls to admit to the world that their life isn't always super awesome and exciting. I'm not saying to air your dirty laundry all over the internet, but make a real effort to create an accurate depiction of who you really are.
Try it. Maybe your friends will hate you less.
It's tempting to be jealous of what they have, but based on the people I know pretty well in real life, none of them are as happy as they make themselves out to be in their online personas.
Case in point: a particular couple who graduated from my high school a few years before me. For years, their profiles were filled with adorable couple photos, then photos of their lavish wedding, followed by their tropical honeymoon. Fast-forward about 2 years. According to what the groom's bitter mother relayed to my mother, the wife cheated four times in their first year of marriage and then left him.
Good thing I wasted no time being jealous of what they had, which apparently wasn't much.
I wish, every once in a while, someone (other than myself) would have the balls to admit to the world that their life isn't always super awesome and exciting. I'm not saying to air your dirty laundry all over the internet, but make a real effort to create an accurate depiction of who you really are.
Try it. Maybe your friends will hate you less.
October 8, 2013
October 7, 2013
Quarter Life
It's approximately one hour until midnight, which means approximately one hour until my 25th birthday.
As the number suggests, is it time for a quarter life crisis? Eh. Been there, done that.
25 is really not that old, in the grand scheme of things. I've been an "adult" for almost 3 years, and I probably have a few good years of "adulthood" left before I reach actual, legitimate adulthood. I should use these years to act like a non-adult while I still can get away with it.
In fact, my "new-age resolution" (because New Year's resolutions are crap anyways) is to act younger this year, because I am tired of acting like an old, washed-up person.
Here's to youth.
As the number suggests, is it time for a quarter life crisis? Eh. Been there, done that.
25 is really not that old, in the grand scheme of things. I've been an "adult" for almost 3 years, and I probably have a few good years of "adulthood" left before I reach actual, legitimate adulthood. I should use these years to act like a non-adult while I still can get away with it.
In fact, my "new-age resolution" (because New Year's resolutions are crap anyways) is to act younger this year, because I am tired of acting like an old, washed-up person.
Here's to youth.
September 28, 2013
More shit is getting more real.
Regarding the previous post, my dad was right. My company was 25% acquired, but not my specific department, so I don't think anything will change. Whoop de doo.
On a different note, my annual performance and salary review is next Wednesday. Time to repent and reflect upon my work sins.
On a different note, my annual performance and salary review is next Wednesday. Time to repent and reflect upon my work sins.
September 19, 2013
Shit is Getting Real (?)
Yesterday at work, a vague email was sent to the entire company announcing that there will be a meeting for everyone on Friday and/or Monday (there are time slots, since all 250 of us won't fit in any of the conference rooms). In the 2 1/2ish years I've worked here, we've never had an all-company meeting. Most announcements are made via email (retirements, new equity partners, moving to a different floor), so I have no idea what could be so important that we all need to be told in person.
Last night, my teammate and I were at a campus recruiting event with our partner, and took the opportunity to play a 'what is the meeting about?' game of 20 questions: [Are we moving? (no) Are we acquiring a new company? (no) Is a partner leaving and taking business away? (no) etc., etc., etc.]. We then asked if he even knew what the meeting was about (yes).
"Are you allowed to tell us?" I asked.
He hesitated..."No. Probably not."
So....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.
My dad's theory is that we are either merging or being acquired by another company. Hmmm.
Last night, my teammate and I were at a campus recruiting event with our partner, and took the opportunity to play a 'what is the meeting about?' game of 20 questions: [Are we moving? (no) Are we acquiring a new company? (no) Is a partner leaving and taking business away? (no) etc., etc., etc.]. We then asked if he even knew what the meeting was about (yes).
"Are you allowed to tell us?" I asked.
He hesitated..."No. Probably not."
So....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.
My dad's theory is that we are either merging or being acquired by another company. Hmmm.
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