This morning after grabbing my Dunkin' Iced Coffee, I waved to our building security woman and walked up to the elevator keypad.
For some reason the button wouldn't light up to signal the elevator was coming down to the lobby. Only after about a minute of frustration did I realize I was trying to call the elevator by holding my building security pass in front of the button and waiting for it to light... Amazingly, my frustration ended when I took the more conventional route of pushing it.
This is quite possibly even worse than the time my husband and I went to Lucca in the Back Bay right before Lexi was born. After perusing the menu, I looked at Nick and said, "Well, I think I'm going to have the 10 and 22." Confused, he asked what the hell I was talking about.
"Isn't your menu numbered?" I asked as I pointed to the salad and pasta dishes I wanted to order. Nick looked at me, and realizing his wife's I.Q. had dropped numerous points over the previous nine months, sadly told me, "Those are the prices!"
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Free Stuff
In an effort to create more space in our 2nd bedroom/office/nursery, I posted 2 items on Craigslist.com under the "Free Stuff" heading. This was Sunday night, and I received well over 100 emails regarding the dresser and bookshelf's availability. Last night, a nice man drove up from the South Shore and took our furniture to his daughter's post-collegiate apartment in Savin Hill (because why the hell does a 22 year-old need new furniture?! Try telling that to my wife!)
Rather than replying individually to all the other emails that inquired about the furniture, I decided to update the posting to indicate that the items were gone and tacked "SOLD!!" in front of the heading. (Yes, I know the items were free, but SOLD!! seemed like an unambiguous way of indicating the items were no longer available.) Since then I have received at least 15 new inquiries responding to the updated headline:
No, no they're not.
In this woman's case, a Smart car would suffice as there's nothing to carry. What part of SOLD!! don't people understand? In the end, I just deleted the post altogether so I wouldn't be tempted to respond to these nimrods.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Lulu, little Lulu, With Freckles on Her Chin
When it comes to workout gear, I tend to look at the Macy's sales rack, Target, and Sierra Trading Post's Bargain Barn. I hate paying full price for workout clothing, except for footwear. Never skimp on running shoes or hiking boots; there, you've been warned. The problem is that I love to shop for workout clothing, and now that I've been attending yoga classes 3-4 times a week I have been exposed to a new wonderful world of colorful and comfortable athletic attire.
I had been admiring a certain high-end yoga inspired clothing line for awhile; however, I couldn't justify paying $90 for a pair of black stretchy pants. Then, a few weeks ago, I noticed that they were looking for part-time work, so I decided to apply. I figured between the store discount and other job perks (free classes) that it would be pretty great, as far as 2nd jobs go. I have worked at Dunkin Donuts, a bagel store, the HoneyBaked Ham Company store (for 1 day... that's another blog post), and about 20 English language schools, but never in retail, so I was mildly surprised when I received an email asking if I could come in for a group interview.
I had been wondering how many people would be in the interview, but there was just one other applicant; a woman in flowing scarves, beaded earrings & a canvas tote. At this point, having come dressed from my day job in a pencil skirt and blouse, I knew I was in trouble.
The store manager took us to a quiet part of the mall and explained that she had a list of questions she wanted to ask and that she hoped we would feel like we were simply getting to know each other. In the end, the more I got to know the other applicant, the more I wanted to strangle her with her thrifted scarf. The conversation went pretty much like this...
Manager (turning to me): So, how do you like to stay healthy?
Me: Well, try to walk as much as possible and not eat too much junk. Also, I exercise on a regular basis. Running, yoga, golf... that sort of thing.
2nd Applicant: Oh, well, my family owns an organic farm north of Boston and I spent a lot of time working on the land. It's a lot of sweat and hard work, but I love it! The farm, by the way, is also a CSA, which is just an incredible way to bring people together!
Manager (again, to me. Somehow, I went first every single time): We encourage our employees to set goals for themselves. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: Hmm, well, hopefully my family is healthy and happy. Possibly my husband and I will have a child or 2...
2nd Applicant: OK, so I am applying for a Fulbright and hope to eventually open a cultural center for disadvantaged Boston youth.
Me: Oh... a Fulbright! That's impressive!
2nd Applicant: How old are you?!
Me: Um, I'll be 30 in July.
2nd Applicant: Well, you're too old to apply for one... but it is an excellent opportunity to do some good in the world.
Manager: What was the last book you read?
Me: The 2nd Harry Potter book... I'm re-reading the series.
2nd Applicant: I just finished reading a book written by one of the first female Buddhist monks. It's incredibly fascinating.
Manager: We hope all of our employees are open to giving and receiving feedback. What was the last feedback you received?
At this point, I decided to go for broke.
Me: During yoga class today, while I was in Cobra, my teacher told me to relax my buttocks.
(beat)
2nd Applicant: Hmmm, well last night my boyfriend and I were talking... We try and have at least one meaningful conversation a night... And, anyway, he told me that he's noticed that most of my friendships are based on me reaching out to others in need and that he thinks I should have relationships where there's more equal give and take.
Mercifully, the "conversation" ended soon after that and I went home to re-examine my lifestyle, while applicant number 2 probably went to volunteer at a soup kitchen and then poop a bouquet of roses. Needless to say, I received an email the next day thanking me for my time, but that I wasn't quite the right fit for the job.
I had been admiring a certain high-end yoga inspired clothing line for awhile; however, I couldn't justify paying $90 for a pair of black stretchy pants. Then, a few weeks ago, I noticed that they were looking for part-time work, so I decided to apply. I figured between the store discount and other job perks (free classes) that it would be pretty great, as far as 2nd jobs go. I have worked at Dunkin Donuts, a bagel store, the HoneyBaked Ham Company store (for 1 day... that's another blog post), and about 20 English language schools, but never in retail, so I was mildly surprised when I received an email asking if I could come in for a group interview.
I had been wondering how many people would be in the interview, but there was just one other applicant; a woman in flowing scarves, beaded earrings & a canvas tote. At this point, having come dressed from my day job in a pencil skirt and blouse, I knew I was in trouble.
The store manager took us to a quiet part of the mall and explained that she had a list of questions she wanted to ask and that she hoped we would feel like we were simply getting to know each other. In the end, the more I got to know the other applicant, the more I wanted to strangle her with her thrifted scarf. The conversation went pretty much like this...
Manager (turning to me): So, how do you like to stay healthy?
Me: Well, try to walk as much as possible and not eat too much junk. Also, I exercise on a regular basis. Running, yoga, golf... that sort of thing.
2nd Applicant: Oh, well, my family owns an organic farm north of Boston and I spent a lot of time working on the land. It's a lot of sweat and hard work, but I love it! The farm, by the way, is also a CSA, which is just an incredible way to bring people together!
Manager (again, to me. Somehow, I went first every single time): We encourage our employees to set goals for themselves. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: Hmm, well, hopefully my family is healthy and happy. Possibly my husband and I will have a child or 2...
2nd Applicant: OK, so I am applying for a Fulbright and hope to eventually open a cultural center for disadvantaged Boston youth.
Me: Oh... a Fulbright! That's impressive!
2nd Applicant: How old are you?!
Me: Um, I'll be 30 in July.
2nd Applicant: Well, you're too old to apply for one... but it is an excellent opportunity to do some good in the world.
Manager: What was the last book you read?
Me: The 2nd Harry Potter book... I'm re-reading the series.
2nd Applicant: I just finished reading a book written by one of the first female Buddhist monks. It's incredibly fascinating.
Manager: We hope all of our employees are open to giving and receiving feedback. What was the last feedback you received?
At this point, I decided to go for broke.
Me: During yoga class today, while I was in Cobra, my teacher told me to relax my buttocks.
(beat)
2nd Applicant: Hmmm, well last night my boyfriend and I were talking... We try and have at least one meaningful conversation a night... And, anyway, he told me that he's noticed that most of my friendships are based on me reaching out to others in need and that he thinks I should have relationships where there's more equal give and take.
Mercifully, the "conversation" ended soon after that and I went home to re-examine my lifestyle, while applicant number 2 probably went to volunteer at a soup kitchen and then poop a bouquet of roses. Needless to say, I received an email the next day thanking me for my time, but that I wasn't quite the right fit for the job.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Ohhhh... Fuuuudddddggge (Only I Didn't Say 'Fudge')
On Saturday, after my FitCorp run, Nick and I went to the Natick Mall area to kill some time before going to see "Taken." We had lunch at Boloco and then wandered into the Container Store. There's something about all the nifty boxes, crates, and storage chests that are very therapeutic to look at; however, I realize the store is pretty much a rip off and that I don't need hanging spice racks or dividers for my sock drawer. It's definitely fun to imagine having the time, money and space to be that organized though.
I had almost made it out the store without a purchase when I saw a special little travel container for cereal and milk. While I've been making an effort to bring my lunch 3 days/week, it's unusual if I don't pack oatmeal or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. I've always thought cereal would be a nice option, but there was the problem of having a supply of milk on hand. I could keep a carton in the work fridge, but for reasons I won't go into, that seemed more trouble than it was worth.
Yesterday morning, I took a photo of the container to share on my blog; I was so happy with my $6.00 purchase.
Ta-dah!When I arrived at work this morning, I stuck my resuable lunch bag (which held my cereal & milk container) in the fridge while I put the newspapers away and checked my email. My lunchbag had been sitting on top of my gym clothes in my backpack, and when I reached into the backpack to grab a hair tie my clothes were sopping wet. The seal on the milk container leaked and soaked through my tee shirt and pants. I am hoping the clothes will dry before noon...
Shoebox + fan = sad drying rack
They've started to dry, but are rather crusty. Container Store, 1. Alicia, 0.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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