In Which: I start the commuter life

So, today heralded (is that even a word) my first day as a commuter. I officially succumbed to that fate that several of us twenty somethings find ourselves in- I moved home.

I did this for several reasons among which include the necessity of a new car, my little brother, and the absolute desire to not have to look for a roommate (and really that last one is probably the biggest reason).

That said I kind of enjoy the fact that I'll have time to do stuff on the commute home, that I wont have to menu plan, and that my dog will have company all day.

But, I also worry that I'm taking the easy way out. I don't feel like a failure in doing this because I think in the long run its a great way to do some things I really want to do.

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In Which: I apologize, I rant, and I brag

Wow, I've been such a bad blogger.  Haven't been around for a month.  A lot of reasons for it, some include the mundane.  MyCompany has been keeping me ridiculously busy.  I'm in the process of moving home (so I could -brag warning- buy a NEW CAR) and am generally dealing with the Russian Roulette that is the weather lately.

So, anyway- apologies for being such a bad blogging friend.  Now on to business.

Rant Warning-
I had a business lunch today with some guys who are starting a new social networking site.  Said site only launched about 3 weeks ago.  Now, we've had this meeting set up for over a week, and we were meeting at 11:30 at a restaurant in the city.  So I hauled my ridiculously sick self over to the restaurant thinking this is going to be a lunch meeting.  I get there find the table and am asked to sit down.  I'm given 10 minutes to talk about our partnership, before I'm rushed away by them because they have another meeting to attend.

I'm more than frustrated that my trip to said restaurant resulted in a meeting that was less time than the trip one way.  However- I couldn't get extremely snarky because at the end of the day, they have some pretty big name endorsements and partners that would be overall, a great place for us to market.  So I had to suck it up and pretend that that sort of behavior was acceptable.

Anyway, I just wonder, if I was a guy or older by about 10 years, if this meeting would have gone more respectfully.  I'm so spoiled by MyCompany being a bastion of mid twenty to late thirty year olds primarily who respect each other for the awesome ideas and energy.  I sometimes forget about the workplace bias there is towards those who are younger and think you are worth more than the cost of your suite.

Rant finished.

In Which: I May have kissed a 50 year old (or why wine and I are friends)

So Yeah- You read the headline right. I  went to  a wine centric event the other night.  It was great, on many levels.  I got to try some great wines, got to meet some great people, and stumbled into two great conversations with two very different guys.

Guy A was a young dad, who adored his children.  We had a great time chatting, and talked almost half the night until he had to start heading home.

Guy B was an attorney.  He was also in his 50's.  We got to talking about law and the constitution, and before we knew it, we were closing down the event.  I was going to catch a cab home, but we were still talking so, we walked and sat on a bench, where we talked for another 2 hours.  In this time, I learned a lot about him, and we connected a little bit.  To the point, where we kissed.

Yes, I kissed a 50 year old (or as the BFiC would say Silver Fox). 

In Which: Real Life gets busy

Wow-  my faithful readers, it's been a week since I've updated and I feel like such a spaz.   Let me tell you, last week was one of the busiest weeks I've had in a long time.  I was out every night, and work was ridiculously busy as well.  That said, I'm going to give a quick breakdown of my week, and hopefully I can come back and give you the major details...

In Which:I Try out a blog hop

Do I need socks for this?  Nope-


How it Works

1. Follow the 5 hosts, #1 – 5,  ( leave us a comment & we will follow you back- only leave a comment if you follow please ).
2. Create a blog post about FMBT (you may copy this post if you wish).
3. Follow as many blogs as you would like ( Leave a comment so they can follow you back).
4. When you receive a comment from a new follower  return the favor & follow them back.

http://www.reviewretreat.com/2010/08/follow-me-back-tuesday-810.html

In Which: I decide giving blood is a brilliant idea- until it isn't.

So a little background.  Before today I'd given blood one other time.  My delay in getting it done was for several reasons- some to do with fears (of doctor's needles), but mostly because I just hadn't gotten around to it.

But, about a month before I got my first tattoo (a shooting star on my foot, with the phrase "always there" in German), I decided I better do my civic and karmic duty and give some blood before I became ineligible to give.  

Well today, MyCompany sponsored a blood drive, and so I thought to myself, "Self, what the heck. You haven't given blood in almost 4 years (thanks you tattoo number two- shooting start on my other foot, with the phrase "Have Faith" in Polish), you should do it now!" 


So a gal I work with decided to head down with me, and she was nervous, having never gave blood before.  She was so methodical in how she read every warning that was on the consent form.  I'm thinking no big deal, it'll be great.  I dutifully fill out the form (Which had to remind me 3 times, that I'm not pregnant, nor have I ever been. With my own 20's fears, I almost feared I would also get confirmation with a big smiley sticking its tongue out at me, going nananabooboo you'll never have kids).  

So they do the tests, and I look away from the needle (as opposed to when I get a tattoo and am completely fascinated by the process). 

Well the next thing I know, I'm feel a little queasy. Nothing too bad, but enough that I felt I should let the tech guy know.  So he leans my chair back, and I feel  a little better, especially after he gave me an ice pack.

Did I mention Tech guy was kinda cute?  Well this probably had more to do with the fact, that at this point, I'm steps away from feeling helpless, and he was pretty attractive.  Wish I had a better game...

Anyway, they unplug me, and I thought, wow- I filled that thing quick (only about 8 minutes) and walk out to the waiting room.  I was still feeling the after effects of the queasiness, but figured if I got a sip of water I'd be fine.  So I sat down and this adorable old man, who was volunteering came up to me, and got really close, asking me if I was okay.

Now, my dear readers, this is where I wished someone had taken my picture because I'm sure I looked horrible. And at that moment, I decided giving blood was not a brilliant idea, as my vision folded in upon itself and I felt as if I had been pushed under water. In the recesses of this almost pass out, I felt so ridiculously helpless, and just wanted to cry.  It took all the will power I possessed not to do two things: cry and vomit.  Luckily I did neither, and was rewarded with cold packs, and doting volunteers.  The whipped out one of the donor recliners, and got me back up on one in what must have been minutes.


So, I spent about 20 minutes in the waiting area, just trying to feel a little better.  The elevator ride back up to my desk, definitely was a trying time, and I was worried I was going to faint.  Luckily, I made it back to my desk, to tell you this amazing story.

In Which: I Talk about Inception

Have I mentioned I love Inception?  I know, this isn't a very original conversation.  But I also really enjoy the Old Spice Commercials as well.  I like the Old Spice Commercials, because they are different than so many other commercials out there.  They have a spunk about them, but even more awesome, they don't seem to insult women, in order to sell their product.  Instead, they totally rip on the the Axe commercials of the world. The ones that really boil down my decision to find a man, as wholly related to his body wash (Don't get me wrong, I like a good smelling man).  

Anyway, long story short, I present to you, the best Photo Mash-up.  If it's yours, please let me know, because I can't remember where I found it, and I know it wasn't really credited at the source.

 

Check it out!   Such an awesome little pic to make my Monday awesome!