I just got a new cell phone thanks to my parents' letting me join their family plan. I'm excited to have one. I've never had one before. The only cell I have belongs to the Post. So, really, I've never had a cell phone. This new one though is a Samsung, and I'm not sure I like it yet. It's very skinny and, I'm worried, possibly breakable. I did my research though - it had the most stars in the rating of phones within my price range, and it was affordable (aka- "free").
Looking at my new number, I do find myself wondering if it's a lucky number. Ah, it's the old learn a new number thing. What fun! I'm looking forward to those awkward moments when people ask for my number and I do the "Oh, it's 617-973-eight niner...wait. Hold on, it'll come to me"
This week-end was cleansing. Libby bought an end table of mine and three large garbage bags full of Halloween stuff (and I have three more which I'm keeping if you can believe it. I'm never parting with my two giant rats and the fog machine. They're too cool for school). I also collected-up some books and all of my VHSes and donated them to the local library for their book sale. This morning, I filled the back seat completely and dumped that stuff at Goodwill. So, while my apartment is not "clean" per se (I'm sorry, I'm Messy. Have we met?) it still feels good to get rid of some things. 'Helps release some for the stress I think.
Rachel and I are thinking about celebrating our first day of no work (lip quiver) and her birthday (hurrah!) by going snorkeling in the Keys or something. Little does Eliza know I will soon be asking if I can borrow her fins and snorkel gear. The fins and snorkel gear I just sold her last week.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
It's Getting a Bit Harder
I must admit, it's getting harder. Some nights, I'm awake til 2 then up again at 7. The other morning, I woke too early and dragged myself to my TV. I tossed a pillow into the middle of the couch and lay there with my legs hanging over the arm rest. Oliver came in, hopped up on the other side of the pillow, resting his chin on his side of the pillow after giving me a swift lick on the forehead.
He's a bit anxious these days and I can understand.There is little schedule going on in our home lately. The other day, Eliza was over collecting up some free stuff and Oliver stood there between us, looking from me to her, from me to her, as if to say "Mom, she's taking our stuff!"
Eliza and her fiance Kenny were kind enough to host a little Ping-Pong inspired gathering Friday night. I had a total blast and of course, was thoughtful on the drive home.
I'm struggling with my move date, too. If I leave when I initially planned, there will be a full two weeks between my last day at work and my moving back north. That's a lot of free time. Too much, I think. As much as I want to spend time with my friends, it may be a bit too hard sitting around longer than it takes for me to pack-up my stuff. I mean how slow is too slow when removing a band-aide?
There's the whole job hunt situation too. I'm doing none of that right now. I feel like I want to be "present" during my remaining time at The Post. I still work for The Post. That's still my job. I also feel like a little downtime won't kill me. That said, I doubt I'll find myself a job within a few weeks and from a remote location anyway.
It's as if I want to just be here when I'm here, even though I'm doing all sorts of things - researching laptops, getting a cell phone, donating to Goodwill (and my friends) in preparation for my leaving. Perhaps there's a little bit of feeling like I will be ready to move in another direction and get a new job/career o
nce I'm in another location.
Anyway, there's definitely a sense of everybody wanting to be around each other a little bit more. Kind of like how at Christmas time, if people aren't totally stressed out, they're a little nicer to each other.
It's nice. But then you walk away from the conversation in the photo department, or the ping pong match, or the dinner and a movie, and I feel sad. Terrified because I have no idea what's going to come my way or what's going to happen to me, and worried about my friends and coworkers. I wonder what will happen to them, too.
He's a bit anxious these days and I can understand.There is little schedule going on in our home lately. The other day, Eliza was over collecting up some free stuff and Oliver stood there between us, looking from me to her, from me to her, as if to say "Mom, she's taking our stuff!"
Eliza and her fiance Kenny were kind enough to host a little Ping-Pong inspired gathering Friday night. I had a total blast and of course, was thoughtful on the drive home.
I'm struggling with my move date, too. If I leave when I initially planned, there will be a full two weeks between my last day at work and my moving back north. That's a lot of free time. Too much, I think. As much as I want to spend time with my friends, it may be a bit too hard sitting around longer than it takes for me to pack-up my stuff. I mean how slow is too slow when removing a band-aide?
There's the whole job hunt situation too. I'm doing none of that right now. I feel like I want to be "present" during my remaining time at The Post. I still work for The Post. That's still my job. I also feel like a little downtime won't kill me. That said, I doubt I'll find myself a job within a few weeks and from a remote location anyway.
It's as if I want to just be here when I'm here, even though I'm doing all sorts of things - researching laptops, getting a cell phone, donating to Goodwill (and my friends) in preparation for my leaving. Perhaps there's a little bit of feeling like I will be ready to move in another direction and get a new job/career o
nce I'm in another location.Anyway, there's definitely a sense of everybody wanting to be around each other a little bit more. Kind of like how at Christmas time, if people aren't totally stressed out, they're a little nicer to each other.
It's nice. But then you walk away from the conversation in the photo department, or the ping pong match, or the dinner and a movie, and I feel sad. Terrified because I have no idea what's going to come my way or what's going to happen to me, and worried about my friends and coworkers. I wonder what will happen to them, too.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
You're Not the Boss of Me!
Photographers, especially ones who know what they're doing, love it when their subjects tell them how they should be photographed. They also enjoy being called "Cindy" over and over when their name is not "Cindy".
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Freakish Bike and More
I received an email today. My buy out, and all of my coworkers who offered to take one, has been accepted. The next stage is to fill out the paperwork to confirm that I am taking the buy out. When I came into the office today, I was told my editor was looking for me, with the yellow finalization paperwork in his hand. I have until the 11th of August to sign it really, so I must say, I felt the door was being a bit smacked into my back on the way out.
Still, I got an estimate from Allied moving company. As it turns out, the cost of a UHaul (con hassle and trolling the car) really comes out to be the same price.
Today felt final though. People are now VERY openingly talking about things. Why didn't this person take the buy out? What about the sports department? I heard very few took it. What will they do with all the people in sports? Did you hear - there are only three reporters left in Npost when this is all done! Etc.
One coworker friend came to me and asked me when I was going. Talking about it was odd and surreal. And upsetting. I didn't like it. I far prefer organizing my to-do list than talking about reality.
Tonight, I was at the office late and I was chatting with my pod-mate, Lannis. Just about work and wondering what they'll do about this and that. About family and the items I'm trying to sell. It struck me how much I will miss my little chats with Lannis and my other pod- mates.
A friend told me about a dream he had. We were going for a bike ride. I had given him a motorcycle which would only drive straight. I took off on my bike, and he couldn't get the motorcycle started. "There she goes" he thought to himself and told me, "That's the first thing I thought of when I woke up - 'There she goes' "
I promised him I wouldn't give him a crappy, freakish bike that wouldn't turn (or any bike for that matter). and he told me, "Just don't turn back."
Still, I got an estimate from Allied moving company. As it turns out, the cost of a UHaul (con hassle and trolling the car) really comes out to be the same price.
Today felt final though. People are now VERY openingly talking about things. Why didn't this person take the buy out? What about the sports department? I heard very few took it. What will they do with all the people in sports? Did you hear - there are only three reporters left in Npost when this is all done! Etc.
One coworker friend came to me and asked me when I was going. Talking about it was odd and surreal. And upsetting. I didn't like it. I far prefer organizing my to-do list than talking about reality.
Tonight, I was at the office late and I was chatting with my pod-mate, Lannis. Just about work and wondering what they'll do about this and that. About family and the items I'm trying to sell. It struck me how much I will miss my little chats with Lannis and my other pod- mates.
A friend told me about a dream he had. We were going for a bike ride. I had given him a motorcycle which would only drive straight. I took off on my bike, and he couldn't get the motorcycle started. "There she goes" he thought to himself and told me, "That's the first thing I thought of when I woke up - 'There she goes' "
I promised him I wouldn't give him a crappy, freakish bike that wouldn't turn (or any bike for that matter). and he told me, "Just don't turn back."
Monday, July 14, 2008
Felicity
I love watching Felicity when things are mediocre in life. There's something about the perfect lighting. But, you know you're thoughtful when you get teary over the intro segment of Felicity with it's swooney music and documentary style black and white still shots.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The Chaos That Is Reorganizing
Not to be confused with "Flash IN the Pan". I found this from when I won POY a looooong time ago.Saturday, July 12, 2008
Buy Out
As you can probably tell from some of my elusive posts lately, I have accepted the buyout from The Palm Beach Post. Or, rather, I've handed in my paperwork for it. The next step is for it to be accepted, then I have to hand-in final paperwork. There's always that chance it won't be accepted. If that's the case, cool, I have a job, but it is unlikely.
My plan is to head back up to Boston and live with my parents while I figure out my next move. I hope to stay in the Boston area, but we'll see. The possibilities are scarce and endless simultaneously. For the time being though I will enjoy chilling out for a little bit before the storm of trying to figure out how to have a career hits.
I have been selling things in anticipation of moving. I'm hoping craigslist comes through for me. I started listing things, mostly furniture, last night and was shocked to get responses to quickly. Now, I'm in this but I need my couch til I leave mode.
While I am stressed and finding it difficult to sleep sometimes, I'm OK with my decision for the most part. I'm, sure I won't always feel that way. I have times on my week-ends where I'm bored and can't wait to get back to work. It will be interesting to see how much I crawl in my own skin with nothing to do for quite a while, let alone a week-end.
The other challenge is finances. I'm trying to do moving company research, plus I have to think about things I need to buy. I have no camera gear at all without the paper. No laptop either.
For now, the to do list is keeping me away from the panic list.
My plan is to head back up to Boston and live with my parents while I figure out my next move. I hope to stay in the Boston area, but we'll see. The possibilities are scarce and endless simultaneously. For the time being though I will enjoy chilling out for a little bit before the storm of trying to figure out how to have a career hits.
I have been selling things in anticipation of moving. I'm hoping craigslist comes through for me. I started listing things, mostly furniture, last night and was shocked to get responses to quickly. Now, I'm in this but I need my couch til I leave mode.
While I am stressed and finding it difficult to sleep sometimes, I'm OK with my decision for the most part. I'm, sure I won't always feel that way. I have times on my week-ends where I'm bored and can't wait to get back to work. It will be interesting to see how much I crawl in my own skin with nothing to do for quite a while, let alone a week-end.
The other challenge is finances. I'm trying to do moving company research, plus I have to think about things I need to buy. I have no camera gear at all without the paper. No laptop either.
For now, the to do list is keeping me away from the panic list.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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