So i don't mean to write another post about my name. Hang in there with me - because i'm going to tell you a funny story instead.
A little background: I recently started a new job (as in...around June 2008), but prior to that i worked in a role for about 4 years. I worked in a small office 3 full time staff and one part time staff person. Even though we worked as part of a bigger organization we had our own little "house" so we were separate from everyone else. Sort of isolated. I say this to reinforce the fact that it was really impossible to not KNOW or talk to each other. My first half of working there - i really enjoyed my other 3 co-workers, but then management changed and everything sucked.
It was definitely everything i could do to stay and finish out my graduate degree before packing my desk because i disliked the management so much. And in such close quarters - it's hard to pretend like you are happy.
Anyway - several friends of mine still work at said organizations in other areas so they come into contact with my old boss on a semi regular basis. They've heard the horror stories and have had a few of their own - so it's always funny when i get an update now that i'm happy in my new role.
So my friend, G, shared a story with me last week about how she ran into my old boss at a work event. She begrudgingly said hello as they fixed their coffee and he says:
"Hey G - how are you?"
G: "Good - how are you?"
"Pretty good - say, how is your friend?"
G: (imagine if you can a confused look on G's face) "Who?"
"Oh you know - you guys are good friends, you always hang out."
G: (imagine yet another dumbfounded look) "Umm...I'm not sure, i hang out with a lot of people."
"You know - she left?"
G: (for those of you who know her you don't have to think too hard about the look that came next: the judgy face) "You mean Dre?"
"Yah! Dre - how is she doing?"
G: "She's really happy." And then the conversation ends abruptly.
I mean really - I worked with this guy in an office with 3 other people for two years and i've been gone since June (that is only 8 months) and he doesn't remember my name? I mean - i was his employee. One of THREE.
I'm not sure whether i should be completely insulted or just nod my head and remember the #1 reason i left in the first place.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Its Official - I'm Getting Older
So, its 9:16pm as I'm starting to work on today's blog. I am already too tired for it to only be 9:16. How did that happen?
On my trip to Savannah this past weekend, I remember feeling the effects of working too many long days and not getting enough rest. But last night I made a point of laying down in my bed at 10:00pm and I read a little bit before drifting to sleep. My alarm was set for 7:22am (I don't like to wake up at normal minute increments) and so let's say I fell asleep by 10:30 - that puts me at almost 9 hours of sleep. I felt a little less cranky this morning as I'm NOT a morning person by any interpretation of the term. But here it is....9:19 now and I feel like i could be in bed writing this blog rather than at my favorite coffee shop typing away.
I even went to the gym today - i was under the impression working out was a way to feel more energetic. I'm just sore. Oh well - maybe the energy comes after you've proven to your metabolism that you are more serious this time, and you will work out consistently instead of...well, haphazardly. :)
I guess i'm not 19 anymore. Or hell, even 22. Its weird, this little signs we get from the universe that remind us that age does impact us and we can't deny it. Not that we can't be energetic anymore, but just that it takes more work on our part to put our bodies and minds in positions to be more energetic. I'm working on that this year - trying to get back to a good place where i feel more awake.
Honestly, awake would be nice.
On my trip to Savannah this past weekend, I remember feeling the effects of working too many long days and not getting enough rest. But last night I made a point of laying down in my bed at 10:00pm and I read a little bit before drifting to sleep. My alarm was set for 7:22am (I don't like to wake up at normal minute increments) and so let's say I fell asleep by 10:30 - that puts me at almost 9 hours of sleep. I felt a little less cranky this morning as I'm NOT a morning person by any interpretation of the term. But here it is....9:19 now and I feel like i could be in bed writing this blog rather than at my favorite coffee shop typing away.
I even went to the gym today - i was under the impression working out was a way to feel more energetic. I'm just sore. Oh well - maybe the energy comes after you've proven to your metabolism that you are more serious this time, and you will work out consistently instead of...well, haphazardly. :)
I guess i'm not 19 anymore. Or hell, even 22. Its weird, this little signs we get from the universe that remind us that age does impact us and we can't deny it. Not that we can't be energetic anymore, but just that it takes more work on our part to put our bodies and minds in positions to be more energetic. I'm working on that this year - trying to get back to a good place where i feel more awake.
Honestly, awake would be nice.
Monday, February 23, 2009
So i've been sitting here for awhile, staring at this computer screen and thinking about what to blog about. I've been trying to keep it light and funny - because well - sad and depressing is pretty well, sad and depressing. Plus - I'm happy to say that i'm not sad or depressed at the moment.
My natural instinct is to write about my weekend in Savannah. So i guess i'll trust my gut.
I went along with 5 of my friends to Savannah, GA this weekend for a little mini birthday getaway for my friend K. It was a great excuse to get away from the C-latte (thanks for the fun city nick name RJ) for a nite and just not think about work or how i should do laundry (like really, i HAVE to do laundry tonight), or how i should really run the dirt devil thing around my apartment because hardwood apparently sheds. Or maybe that's me.
Anyway, it was a 4 hour drive which while i knew it was going to take 4 hours to get there - i just was hoping maybe it was more like 3. (It wasn't.)
Fortunately, we had a great time even though it was just for two days. We split a hotel room that had 2 queen beds and a sleeper sofa. But K and I went in together as we only registered as 2 adults (aren't we sneaky?). So we had two cars obviously, so i needed to go in so i could get a parking pass for my car as well as his. It was pretty funny, because we walked in together and the front desk staff immediately assumed me and K were together. They were referring to me as his "woman" and later, "his wonderful, beautiful sweetheart" (in case you didn't know - people in the south are pretty friendly). I was sort of laughing about it the whole time because K is gay - but most people wouldn't know that upon first meeting and I think that's the way he likes it anyway.
It was funny because both days K and I would have to pretend we were together, when in reality, my bf was there with me. We thought up all sorts of fun scenarios. Like staging a fight in the lobby and then later i would return with another guy (my bf) and make out in the lobby and then K would come in with the other 3 girls that went on our trip and say he found some "friends" to keep him company for the weekend.
Of course, we didn't do any of that. But i'm sure the hotel people were like holy crap - because when they came to clean our room it looked like we had been on all sleeping surfaces since there were actually 6 of us. We had to go down and ask for more towels and blankets for the sleeper sofa. I'm sure they were like "you are weird."
OH well. All in all - a fun trip. Lots of walking and there wasnt any rain, just some wind so it turned out pretty nice. We had food on the riverfront for lunch and found some brewery to try some local beers and then proceeded to a whole in the wall mexican place that served a 32 oz blue moon beer for 5 bucks to my friend. We all love a good deal!
Later - we went "out" and my friends immediately went to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer unless i've had exactly the right mixture of drinks, so i kind of just stood there and shuffled my feet while ironically the song "Just Dance" played in the club. I wanted to say "I just don't feel like it, dammit!"
So i ended up going back to the bar area and having another beer and hung out with my bf who fortunately didn't feel like just dancing either. :)
I wish i had a nother weekend to recover from the lack of sleep from my first weekend. Almost too tired to be funny today.
My natural instinct is to write about my weekend in Savannah. So i guess i'll trust my gut.
I went along with 5 of my friends to Savannah, GA this weekend for a little mini birthday getaway for my friend K. It was a great excuse to get away from the C-latte (thanks for the fun city nick name RJ) for a nite and just not think about work or how i should do laundry (like really, i HAVE to do laundry tonight), or how i should really run the dirt devil thing around my apartment because hardwood apparently sheds. Or maybe that's me.
Anyway, it was a 4 hour drive which while i knew it was going to take 4 hours to get there - i just was hoping maybe it was more like 3. (It wasn't.)
Fortunately, we had a great time even though it was just for two days. We split a hotel room that had 2 queen beds and a sleeper sofa. But K and I went in together as we only registered as 2 adults (aren't we sneaky?). So we had two cars obviously, so i needed to go in so i could get a parking pass for my car as well as his. It was pretty funny, because we walked in together and the front desk staff immediately assumed me and K were together. They were referring to me as his "woman" and later, "his wonderful, beautiful sweetheart" (in case you didn't know - people in the south are pretty friendly). I was sort of laughing about it the whole time because K is gay - but most people wouldn't know that upon first meeting and I think that's the way he likes it anyway.
It was funny because both days K and I would have to pretend we were together, when in reality, my bf was there with me. We thought up all sorts of fun scenarios. Like staging a fight in the lobby and then later i would return with another guy (my bf) and make out in the lobby and then K would come in with the other 3 girls that went on our trip and say he found some "friends" to keep him company for the weekend.
Of course, we didn't do any of that. But i'm sure the hotel people were like holy crap - because when they came to clean our room it looked like we had been on all sleeping surfaces since there were actually 6 of us. We had to go down and ask for more towels and blankets for the sleeper sofa. I'm sure they were like "you are weird."
OH well. All in all - a fun trip. Lots of walking and there wasnt any rain, just some wind so it turned out pretty nice. We had food on the riverfront for lunch and found some brewery to try some local beers and then proceeded to a whole in the wall mexican place that served a 32 oz blue moon beer for 5 bucks to my friend. We all love a good deal!
Later - we went "out" and my friends immediately went to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer unless i've had exactly the right mixture of drinks, so i kind of just stood there and shuffled my feet while ironically the song "Just Dance" played in the club. I wanted to say "I just don't feel like it, dammit!"
So i ended up going back to the bar area and having another beer and hung out with my bf who fortunately didn't feel like just dancing either. :)
I wish i had a nother weekend to recover from the lack of sleep from my first weekend. Almost too tired to be funny today.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Seriously? I'm Trying to Save You
Well i have about 10 minutes before I'm taking a lunch break. Apparently that means that i can't interrupt my "lunch at my desk time" with "blogging at my desk time."
You heard me.
So this week has been busy. I work at a university in the career center. So we had two career fairs this week. I just started my role here back in the summer - so all our events are a first for me. I've actually never went/worked at a school that hosted their very own career fair - so it was pretty exciting to see all the employers and students come out.
I spent all last week hosting events to help student prepare for the fair. Its amazing to me that most students (okay - people in general) have very little common sense when it comes to the whole networking, interviewing, writing a resume, meeting employers gig. But that's okay - that's why i have a job i guess. If everyone already knew what to do, my position would be irrelevant.
So anyway, apparently last year (remember, i wasn't here to make everything perfect and amazing ;P ) employers complained about lack of professional dress. So this year we made it very clear to students through all our prep events and all of our marketing that it was professional attire only. No jeans, ball caps, tennis shoes, etc. We even made signs on the entrances TO the fair that said "Professional Attire Required."
I personally think its ridiculous we have to even do this in the first place. Who comes to a professional career fair to meet with employers in jeans or tennis shoes? But - they do. Somehow it became my job to play the heavy and keep those scoundrel students out who didn't know how to dress.
I am actually a pretty nice person, although i have my moments of mean i suppose. So this was not my favorite job. But looking back, it was actually pretty funny. One guy in particular.
He arrives when there are only about 15 minutes left in the career fair. I wasn't manning the check in table (because who comes 15 minutes before employers leaves?) so when i happened to turn around our intern was making huge eyes at me and whipping her head to the left to draw my attention to this student who was totally clueless.
When i looked over at him - I just couldn't believe it. So much that when i approached him (he was at the check in table for the career fair) my first question was:
Are you here for the career fair?
(I mean surely - he is lost right?)
His response: "Uh - yah."
I really wanted to respond: "Are you sure?"
But in my best "i am not trying to be a bitch" voice I said, "Well, our career fair requires professional attire this year."
He just looks at me like i have three heads and then replies "uh, okay. I just came from PE class."
Okay i should stop the scene here to give you a visual. He was wearing gym shorts, sneakers, double layer tshirts with a wind breaker type jacket over it.
I look at him and say: "Okay - but our fair is still requiring professional attire, no matter where you just came from. There's only about 15 minutes left for the fair anyway so you should hurry and change into something more professional if you want to come inside."
Imagine an awkward silence.
"Uh. I just came from PE class."
(okay i get that. You smell like you just came from PE class.)
My actual response: "Right."
Another one of those silences.
"Well - what am i supposed to wear?"
(umm...a tie! a suit! a collared shirt! a polo with khakis! business pants and a nice top!)
My actual response: "Well - a tie! a suit! a collared shirt! a polo with khakis! business pants and a nice top! Something professional."
Him: "Well I just came from PE class and didn't have time to change."
Okay, now i'm getting aggravated. It's bad enough that i'm having to point out that you look totally in appropriate for a career fair.
Me: "Look around. Do you see anyone else wearing PE clothes? This is a professional event and all of our marketing including the signs on the doors you just came through point out that you need to be dressed professionally."
Him: "Ummm..well. Uh..."
Now i'm feeling a little bad, even though it isn't my fault he can't read the signs or understand the words coming from my mouth.
Me: Honestly, I am not trying to single you out. I've turned several students away today for not dressing appropriately. I am trying to do you a favor. If I let you walk into this fair right now as you are - you are going to be making a bad impression. I am trying to save you from that."
Him: "Uh - well can you go get me brochures?"
He has officially pushed me over my limit.
Me: "No - that really isn't my job. If you have a friend that is already at the fair, perhaps they will go in and get information for you."
And i just had to leave it at that. Im sure my intern who had been witnessing this entire conversation was giggling madly underneath a napkin or something at this point. I was just like wide eyed with disbelief.
After the employers had finished up and were packing up for our lunch - my intern comes and points out that Mr. Fashion had returned wearing wrinkled khakis that were about 3 inches too short, some sort of top and was munching on an apple as he walked around the empty tables trying to talk to a few of the scrambling employers.
All that effort - and he still ends up screwing everything up. Some people just need to rely on online applications.
You heard me.
So this week has been busy. I work at a university in the career center. So we had two career fairs this week. I just started my role here back in the summer - so all our events are a first for me. I've actually never went/worked at a school that hosted their very own career fair - so it was pretty exciting to see all the employers and students come out.
I spent all last week hosting events to help student prepare for the fair. Its amazing to me that most students (okay - people in general) have very little common sense when it comes to the whole networking, interviewing, writing a resume, meeting employers gig. But that's okay - that's why i have a job i guess. If everyone already knew what to do, my position would be irrelevant.
So anyway, apparently last year (remember, i wasn't here to make everything perfect and amazing ;P ) employers complained about lack of professional dress. So this year we made it very clear to students through all our prep events and all of our marketing that it was professional attire only. No jeans, ball caps, tennis shoes, etc. We even made signs on the entrances TO the fair that said "Professional Attire Required."
I personally think its ridiculous we have to even do this in the first place. Who comes to a professional career fair to meet with employers in jeans or tennis shoes? But - they do. Somehow it became my job to play the heavy and keep those scoundrel students out who didn't know how to dress.
I am actually a pretty nice person, although i have my moments of mean i suppose. So this was not my favorite job. But looking back, it was actually pretty funny. One guy in particular.
He arrives when there are only about 15 minutes left in the career fair. I wasn't manning the check in table (because who comes 15 minutes before employers leaves?) so when i happened to turn around our intern was making huge eyes at me and whipping her head to the left to draw my attention to this student who was totally clueless.
When i looked over at him - I just couldn't believe it. So much that when i approached him (he was at the check in table for the career fair) my first question was:
Are you here for the career fair?
(I mean surely - he is lost right?)
His response: "Uh - yah."
I really wanted to respond: "Are you sure?"
But in my best "i am not trying to be a bitch" voice I said, "Well, our career fair requires professional attire this year."
He just looks at me like i have three heads and then replies "uh, okay. I just came from PE class."
Okay i should stop the scene here to give you a visual. He was wearing gym shorts, sneakers, double layer tshirts with a wind breaker type jacket over it.
I look at him and say: "Okay - but our fair is still requiring professional attire, no matter where you just came from. There's only about 15 minutes left for the fair anyway so you should hurry and change into something more professional if you want to come inside."
Imagine an awkward silence.
"Uh. I just came from PE class."
(okay i get that. You smell like you just came from PE class.)
My actual response: "Right."
Another one of those silences.
"Well - what am i supposed to wear?"
(umm...a tie! a suit! a collared shirt! a polo with khakis! business pants and a nice top!)
My actual response: "Well - a tie! a suit! a collared shirt! a polo with khakis! business pants and a nice top! Something professional."
Him: "Well I just came from PE class and didn't have time to change."
Okay, now i'm getting aggravated. It's bad enough that i'm having to point out that you look totally in appropriate for a career fair.
Me: "Look around. Do you see anyone else wearing PE clothes? This is a professional event and all of our marketing including the signs on the doors you just came through point out that you need to be dressed professionally."
Him: "Ummm..well. Uh..."
Now i'm feeling a little bad, even though it isn't my fault he can't read the signs or understand the words coming from my mouth.
Me: Honestly, I am not trying to single you out. I've turned several students away today for not dressing appropriately. I am trying to do you a favor. If I let you walk into this fair right now as you are - you are going to be making a bad impression. I am trying to save you from that."
Him: "Uh - well can you go get me brochures?"
He has officially pushed me over my limit.
Me: "No - that really isn't my job. If you have a friend that is already at the fair, perhaps they will go in and get information for you."
And i just had to leave it at that. Im sure my intern who had been witnessing this entire conversation was giggling madly underneath a napkin or something at this point. I was just like wide eyed with disbelief.
After the employers had finished up and were packing up for our lunch - my intern comes and points out that Mr. Fashion had returned wearing wrinkled khakis that were about 3 inches too short, some sort of top and was munching on an apple as he walked around the empty tables trying to talk to a few of the scrambling employers.
All that effort - and he still ends up screwing everything up. Some people just need to rely on online applications.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
15 Minute Blog
Okay - so let's see what delicious-ness i can come up with in 15 (make that 14) minutes before its time to leave work. Yah, so sue me, I'm blogging while I'm at work - you tell me one person who doesn't at some point.
I actually have a pretty good reason for blogging at work - mostly because i type at the speed of lightening (it's true, i've been tested) and because I don't have the internet at home.
I guess that is weird to a lot of people. My boyfriend especially as he can't hardly exist without what he calls his "interwebs." It isn't because he is online all the time - its just like when the internet goes down at his house, he can't hardly stand it. I always ask "What is it you need to do online?" and he always replies with something like "nothing - but what if i THINK of something i need to do and can't?"
Men.
I used to be obsessed with the internet when it first appeared for us "normal people." I was the first of my friends to have the internet at home. Good ole dial up. I thought chatting was SO cool. My best friend SJ would come over and we'd spend an hour just trying to remember how we found the intensely cool chat room we were on the day before. We obviously hadn't figured out the "bookmark" feature at that point.
We would create false identities and talk to strangers. I guess that is still what people do, right?
Anyway - i would be so obsessed with getting on the internet to talk in these chat rooms, or to check my email to see if anyone had sent me something. I could NOT get over how cool it was, or how cool i was because i had the internet and no one else did (aside from all those strangers i was chatting with, right?).
For the longest time - through out highschool and college, my bedtime ritual was to get online and do my email and catch up with people near and far. But in my "old age" of 27 - i don't even have the internet because I spend all day on the internet for my job and i have a crackberry that relieves some of that inate pressure to check my email constantly.
Now that i think about it - i guess i might have gotten worse instead of better. Now i carry my internet around in my pocket day and night. Damned crackberry. For a moment i felt like perhaps i had grown up - but i guess i just got more savvy.
I actually have a pretty good reason for blogging at work - mostly because i type at the speed of lightening (it's true, i've been tested) and because I don't have the internet at home.
I guess that is weird to a lot of people. My boyfriend especially as he can't hardly exist without what he calls his "interwebs." It isn't because he is online all the time - its just like when the internet goes down at his house, he can't hardly stand it. I always ask "What is it you need to do online?" and he always replies with something like "nothing - but what if i THINK of something i need to do and can't?"
Men.
I used to be obsessed with the internet when it first appeared for us "normal people." I was the first of my friends to have the internet at home. Good ole dial up. I thought chatting was SO cool. My best friend SJ would come over and we'd spend an hour just trying to remember how we found the intensely cool chat room we were on the day before. We obviously hadn't figured out the "bookmark" feature at that point.
We would create false identities and talk to strangers. I guess that is still what people do, right?
Anyway - i would be so obsessed with getting on the internet to talk in these chat rooms, or to check my email to see if anyone had sent me something. I could NOT get over how cool it was, or how cool i was because i had the internet and no one else did (aside from all those strangers i was chatting with, right?).
For the longest time - through out highschool and college, my bedtime ritual was to get online and do my email and catch up with people near and far. But in my "old age" of 27 - i don't even have the internet because I spend all day on the internet for my job and i have a crackberry that relieves some of that inate pressure to check my email constantly.
Now that i think about it - i guess i might have gotten worse instead of better. Now i carry my internet around in my pocket day and night. Damned crackberry. For a moment i felt like perhaps i had grown up - but i guess i just got more savvy.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Confessions of a LOST Soul
I have to admit something to you. You being the random internet blog surfer that has somehow miraculously stumbled across my blog.
I am completely obsessed with LOST. Every Wednesday - wherever i am around 8:30pm, I start to get anxious. I get anxious about my ability to get home before 9pm so that i can remember which channel LOST comes on (I don't know why I can't remember every time) so i can be there the moment that it starts. Because if you are a fellow LOST fanatic, you know how missing 2 minutes of the show could mean even more frustrating confusion than you were already prepared for.
So yesterday, I pulled my third 12 hour day at work. I had a workshop that i was presenting around 7pm, so by the time i finished, packed up and trudged to my car, damned cookie in hand from the leftovers of the workshop, i was checking my watch anxiously trying to calculate how quickly i could drive home without getting pulled over by the cops on the interstate.
Fortunately, I made it back to my apartment with a few moments to spare. This is course was spent in front of my tv watching the last bit of LOST from the week before with the little captions at the bottom that help clue us viewers in on all the things we most likely missed or weren't smart enough to put together on our own. Secretly, I am thankful for those captions.
I literally sit on the edge of my chair the entire hour - aside from the commercials that come way too often and leave me overly stressed about trying to put away my laundry or use the restroom during the short break and accidentally missing a bit of the show. Ridiculous? I know this. I told you at the beginning of all this - this is my CONFESSION.
I am relieved to say I am not alone. My best friend since childhood who lives a few states away is also obsessed. We send each other hesitant text messages through out the show. The first one is (and most ALWAYS be) "are you watching real time?" Because a reaction text to a part of the show one of us hasn't gotten to yet could be devastating. Once we've established we are indeed watching the same moments of the show together, we then send texts that are nothing more than "reaction" texts.
Last night's text dialogue:
"Are you watching real time?"
"Yes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"I know right?"
"This is crazy."
"So frustrating."
"Charlotte is freaky."
"Yah - they do a good job of that."
"I mean - WTF?"
"For real - why do we like this show?"
"We are gluttons for pain."
"Don't forget to read the Post tomorrow so we can figure out what the hell all this means."
It is the best thing about my Wednesday evenings. If that makes me crazy - I'll accept it. Judger.
I am completely obsessed with LOST. Every Wednesday - wherever i am around 8:30pm, I start to get anxious. I get anxious about my ability to get home before 9pm so that i can remember which channel LOST comes on (I don't know why I can't remember every time) so i can be there the moment that it starts. Because if you are a fellow LOST fanatic, you know how missing 2 minutes of the show could mean even more frustrating confusion than you were already prepared for.
So yesterday, I pulled my third 12 hour day at work. I had a workshop that i was presenting around 7pm, so by the time i finished, packed up and trudged to my car, damned cookie in hand from the leftovers of the workshop, i was checking my watch anxiously trying to calculate how quickly i could drive home without getting pulled over by the cops on the interstate.
Fortunately, I made it back to my apartment with a few moments to spare. This is course was spent in front of my tv watching the last bit of LOST from the week before with the little captions at the bottom that help clue us viewers in on all the things we most likely missed or weren't smart enough to put together on our own. Secretly, I am thankful for those captions.
I literally sit on the edge of my chair the entire hour - aside from the commercials that come way too often and leave me overly stressed about trying to put away my laundry or use the restroom during the short break and accidentally missing a bit of the show. Ridiculous? I know this. I told you at the beginning of all this - this is my CONFESSION.
I am relieved to say I am not alone. My best friend since childhood who lives a few states away is also obsessed. We send each other hesitant text messages through out the show. The first one is (and most ALWAYS be) "are you watching real time?" Because a reaction text to a part of the show one of us hasn't gotten to yet could be devastating. Once we've established we are indeed watching the same moments of the show together, we then send texts that are nothing more than "reaction" texts.
Last night's text dialogue:
"Are you watching real time?"
"Yes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"I know right?"
"This is crazy."
"So frustrating."
"Charlotte is freaky."
"Yah - they do a good job of that."
"I mean - WTF?"
"For real - why do we like this show?"
"We are gluttons for pain."
"Don't forget to read the Post tomorrow so we can figure out what the hell all this means."
It is the best thing about my Wednesday evenings. If that makes me crazy - I'll accept it. Judger.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Not What My Mom Intended
So I was born what I thought (and still do mostly) not so many years ago. Blah blah blah - in a hospital, something like 9:30am which was entirely misleading as I am one to sleep all day if allowed. My mom and dad had a name picked out, and since my name is on the surface pretty average - i guess the way it all turned out seems a bit odd.
Some people have great stories about how they got their name. "My great great great uncle's brothers cousin was saved by a mysterious woman after a freak horse and buggy accident. They fell in love and were married and I was named after her."
Okay - whatever.
Here's the real deal on how I got my name. My mom was - get this - obsessed with soap operas (not to be stereotypical, because if i were a stay at home mom, you bet i would be tuning into Guiding Light every Tuesday at 10am.....what?). And so there was this character on there, yes, on Guiding Light, that was some evil German woman named Andrea. So my mom decided to name me after an evil character on a daytime soap opera. She told me she liked the way they pronounced it. So let's all say it together (don't worry - you aren't the first to get it wrong):
Anne-Drey-Uh.
Just to make sure you know just how unemotional the naming of me was - my middle name is Nicole - yup. You guessed it Guiding Light fans, from the infamous Nikki and Victor couple.
So after a few years out of the womb, no one ever said my name right. So I was constantly correcting people (well of course, once i could talk). So my mom just decided one day when i was in first or second grade that we would "henceforth spell my name with an accent over the e."
Okay so let's try it again.
Andr(okay imagine the e with a little accent on top of it)a.
This just goes to show how the accent over the e was and has been helpful since so many computers programs let you put unique characters on the page. Then when they do - you send something to someone and they get gibberish because the character didn't get translated correctly.
When i moved in elementary school, I debated just going by my middle name. I figured that might be easier. But i couldn't imagine being called Nicole. What i really wanted to be named was Page (yes, like mother like daughter - from Knots Landing, that young little vixon Nicholette Sheradan... funny that her real name was more like Nicole...guess she wanted to be somebody else too!). But either way - I did nothing and when we moved, i continued the tradition of correcting people on my name.
So - to make everything easier, everyone just calls me Dre.
"What was that?"
"Oh, yes, that's right - haha you are so funny and i've never heard that joke before! So clever!"
"Like Dr. Dre?"
No - I'm the OTHER dre.
Some people have great stories about how they got their name. "My great great great uncle's brothers cousin was saved by a mysterious woman after a freak horse and buggy accident. They fell in love and were married and I was named after her."
Okay - whatever.
Here's the real deal on how I got my name. My mom was - get this - obsessed with soap operas (not to be stereotypical, because if i were a stay at home mom, you bet i would be tuning into Guiding Light every Tuesday at 10am.....what?). And so there was this character on there, yes, on Guiding Light, that was some evil German woman named Andrea. So my mom decided to name me after an evil character on a daytime soap opera. She told me she liked the way they pronounced it. So let's all say it together (don't worry - you aren't the first to get it wrong):
Anne-Drey-Uh.
Just to make sure you know just how unemotional the naming of me was - my middle name is Nicole - yup. You guessed it Guiding Light fans, from the infamous Nikki and Victor couple.
So after a few years out of the womb, no one ever said my name right. So I was constantly correcting people (well of course, once i could talk). So my mom just decided one day when i was in first or second grade that we would "henceforth spell my name with an accent over the e."
Okay so let's try it again.
Andr(okay imagine the e with a little accent on top of it)a.
This just goes to show how the accent over the e was and has been helpful since so many computers programs let you put unique characters on the page. Then when they do - you send something to someone and they get gibberish because the character didn't get translated correctly.
When i moved in elementary school, I debated just going by my middle name. I figured that might be easier. But i couldn't imagine being called Nicole. What i really wanted to be named was Page (yes, like mother like daughter - from Knots Landing, that young little vixon Nicholette Sheradan... funny that her real name was more like Nicole...guess she wanted to be somebody else too!). But either way - I did nothing and when we moved, i continued the tradition of correcting people on my name.
So - to make everything easier, everyone just calls me Dre.
"What was that?"
"Oh, yes, that's right - haha you are so funny and i've never heard that joke before! So clever!"
"Like Dr. Dre?"
No - I'm the OTHER dre.
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