Things I need to accomplish before I can post

I don't know how frequently I think about posting, it's probably something like once a fortnight*.  I always tell myself that I can't, that I need to use it as a reward, that once I've accomplished some things on my list then I can post.  But the things on my list are still there, months and months later, and instead of posting I've wasted my time on Facebook - what is it with me and these social networking sites???

So I've decided that's dumb, I like posting, it's cathartic (is that the correct use of the word? I make a hobby of inventing new uses for words - I also make up words - like blipy - that's my newest one, it means light and infrequent, anyway...). So I'm going to try to make a habit of posting when I think about it.

I'm starting by posting my to do list on here in an effort to shame myself into doing some of these things:

1. Locate insurance info and find a PCP / gyno

2. Locate dental insurance info and decide if I should go back to Dr. Krown or do Tufts

3. Take care of the "great fun" credit card problem

(it is really, really shameful that I need to do these things still)

4. Rachel's gift

5. Scott's gift

6. Gifts for others

7. Holiday cards from Project Bread

8. CLEAN!!!

9. Shovel/ salt

10. Look into grad programs

11. Prep for food and fun

that's enough for now...

*This term should be used more often, and incase Doc reads this - "Love you!"

A hug and a kiss and a kick in the pants...

...that is the title of a book my mom read about disciplining children when I was a child.

Anyway, my mom wrote me this e-mail recently:

Hi Melly,
Finally have decided that you need a kick in the pants to get your blog going again - what's with the Katrina one for EVER!
I look there frequently and find it frustrating that you have not done anything new - get up - get past the myspace stuff and write some liberal wisdom!
Love,
Mom

It's kind of scary how well she knows me. So I'm gonna get on it, just as soon as I get my grad school app out I will be back with liberal wisdom for all.

Won't you take me from Funky Town?

Thank you Claire, for that much needed slap into reality.

Ever since I got back from Spain I have been in such a strange funk that I just can't shake. Its like I have suddenly found myself at this place in my life where I'm just sitting here. I'm waiting for all of these things to happen but they're not quite happening yet and so I go through each day in a complete daze and I find it impossible to get the small things done. Seriously, this needs to stop because it is getting really annoying.

This strange state of mind is affecting my work as well, and that is not a good thing because eventually someone is going to notice that I am getting nearly nothing accomplished in the "7.5 hours" that I'm here every day. Somehow myspace, friendster and facebook became the most important things in my life- they're not reality folks!

Anyway, one of those things that I've been waiting for is finally going to happen: I'm moving to Jamaica Plain, otherwise know as JP or if you ask Po GayP. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am moving to the official lesbian community of Boston. Wow, sometimes I'm so gay: I just realized that I communicate with more men through my blog than in real life (mike, you are pretty much the only male that I actually talk to in person on a regular basis); I went to a women's college; I've played softball all my life (yes this is a stereotype- so what?); I play on a gay football team (not that women's football needs to be called gay to be gay); I just joined a slow pitch softball team in the Boston Alternative Women's league (BAWL); and I am moving to GayP.

This is JP (Not Funky Town)

I am also moving in with my friend Claudia, and just Claudia. The two of us are going to make our beautiful two bedroom, with dinning room, living room and enclosed balcony apartment into a cozy home- a real home. We even have plans for a room that is decorated entirely with art work by our friends- so if you have anything you want displayed in a stylish 20 something apartment send it our way.

This is Claudia and me (Don't worry I don't let
her touch my rack until she's paid me first)

Anyway, this wasn't really a post of substance- that is lame after such a long break- but I am just emerging from my coma so you're gonna have to give me a minuet.

PS. my grandpa has a girlfriend- that is pretty much all I can say about that...

The Wonderful World of Temping

So since I have yet to find a "real" job- I am not sure what I think that means yet, I am working for a temp agency. So far I have passed out fliers for RCN, passed out food samples at Costco and now (at this very moment) I am filling in for John H. McArthur's (Dean Emeritus at Harvard Business School) personal assistant.

My temp agency woke me up- it was 10am so I should have been awake but I was not, to ask me if I could take the job....I said yes and they proceeded to call me every 10 minuets for an update on how long it would take me to get there... finally at noon I arrived. Imagine my suprise when I walked into a little office all to myself with no John McArthur in site...not the bustling and assistantless impared office that I pictured based on how urgently they needed me.

Fast foreward two hours...John is still out (the paper I was left says he had a tour at 1130 and then a meeting after that). I have retrieved and recorded 3 messages, and I have answered the phone twice and taken those messages, and finally I took the newspapers out of the incoming mail bin and rather than "toss them" as I was told to do I have left them under my purse and plan on taking them with me when I leave at 5pm.

I have checked my e-mails, all three, written e-mails, played on facebook....which I am addicted to now, read Sadaf's and Claire's blogs....thus I am updating my own. I have had a snack, drank a bottle of Nantucket Nectar apple juice which I was told to help myself to from the mini fridge. I read a little of my book, Bone Black by bell hooks....it is wonderful...read it.

WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY PAYING ME FOR?! Surely this man is competent enough to have lasted the day without me sitting in his assistants very unconfortable and I am assming ergenomically correct chair and diddiling on her computer.

HOLD THE PHONE! John just returned...I gave him the messages....the mail came I opened it and sorted it accordingly....One of the pieces of mail was an invite from MATCH to the symphony- it promptly went into the trash when John saw it. AND the phone rang twice in a row....whew! And now back to down time....

Meanwhile life has continued for the kids at MATCH and I miss them so so much....I wish I was still there. That job was soo much work for peanuts but I would LOVE to still be there!