3 posts tagged “thanksgiving”
So I've been at my new job for almost two months now and I figure it's time to let the internets know how I'm doing. The quick answer is: MUCH BETTER. No, ferreals.
I feel like I work nowhere near as hard, and yet I am paid much better. I have more responsibility, and not that fake empowerment my previous job was so fond of bestowing upon people. They expect me to do the work of one person, and pay me well for it. They have also given me keys to the office, I am sometimes the last or first in there. I could steal computers, prescription pads, money and medical records if I wanted to. I mean, I don't... but I could.
I love working with Casey. We grew up across the street from each other in suburbia and now live about 10 blocks from each other in Brooklyn, and yet we rarely saw one another. Now we work together 4 days a week and I oddly miss her on the fifth. The doctors I work for are good, each has their own style and distinct needs. I feel I'm getting to understand the rhythm of the office and am learning to work around my hatred of phones and my bad hearing.
Things are going well. The little germ incubators (ie: the children who come to the office) have gotten me sick, but other than that, all is well. I love having my weekends again. Two days off in a row without haggling with anyone is an indulgent treat that I'm still not over. I love working in SoHo, though the office is nestled between an H&M and a Banana Republic, with Sephora, Anne Taylor and Uniqlo all within eye-shot so I don't think my credit cards will forgive me. Though the damage is nowhere near as bad as I imagine because I'm still not used to a real paycheck. It's taking me some time to adjust. I do not mean to imply that I am now rolling around in money, as I am not, I am just so unused to a full time job at a respectable wage that I am a bit in shock. I haven't been a part of the white-collar world in such a long time.
In other news, I'm half done with my Christmas shopping. I'm really just stuck on the in-laws. Speaking of which, Todd's mother will be spending Christmas with us. I'm excited and stressed at the same time. What has been good enough for my friends to sleep on suddenly seems woefully inadequate for a sweet special-ed teacher from Kentucky. I like to think I keep a tidy house, but now I'm concerned about dust and cat hair (two things I often overlook when it's just Todd and I). And her visit is so short, I worry about how we'll fit the tourist-y things in, as I'm sure her first time in NYC on the holidays she'll expect to see the tree at Rockefeller Center, even if she doesn't say as much. I mean... What else is Christmas in NYC?
Oh, before I forget or don't talk to you personally... Happy Thanksgiving, yo.
Thanksgiving was fine, thanks. Mostly uneventful, mostly seat-free travel, but quality family time none-the-less. And that is what counts, no?
I'm trying to plan a party for mid-December. I think it'd be nice to see folks. I've even begun to decorate for Christmas already. I have to admit, I kinda hate the holidays, but something about me loves to put up shiny things around the house for a season. Cookies and shiny things... that's the way to celebrate.
I put the Christmas tree above the tv on the entertainment center because it was the best use of dead space I could think of. Anywhere else I could have put it would have required me to walk around it for a month... Bah and humbug I say to that. Also, this will keep it well out the reachy little paws of my beloved smittens.
Life is otherwise quiet right about now. I have endless shopping I have to do and somehow I keep buying things but checking nothing off my list. I obviously lack discipline.
dear god, please let me get on a train out to LI before the macy's thanksgiving day parade is over... please let me and todd get seats... please don't make us stand in a crowded train for an hour and a half while rosy cheeked cheerful mutherfuckers all discuss the wonder that is a giant garfield balloon from their comfy seats. travel on thanksgiving is awful enough when one MUST travel... but to have to contend with the parade-watchers who are traveling for fun?
how dare anyone have fun?
damnit.
man, maybe i'm just one of the only people who've never really had any interest in the parade, or seeing how real santa looks at the end? my mom, she eats this shit up with a spoon. i know it'll be playing on every tv in the house. and as she goes through making things ready for company, she can catch glimpses of the rockettes or dick clark, or the cast of urinetown, or whatever the hell they stick on floats these days. oh, right, marching bands. marching bands galaore! well, i guess not on floats, but you get the point.
yah, the parade's right up there with the notion of spending new years eve in times square.
so! unappealing!
definately not my style.
right, so, everyone have a safe and comfy thanksgiving....
and fyi, i'm not as bitter or cranky as i sound... yet.
