Ick

Posted on October 26, 2006 by Frog

Yesterday I went to an off-site meeting that was attended by about 40 people. To say it was tedious is an understatement. During one of the breaks, a woman I worked with in a very limited capacity years ago came up to me (she’s one of those people you hope to see first so you can take evasive maneuvers) and bumped my leg with hers to get my attention (her first mistake—I believe in the personal space bubble and believe others should respect it). I was nice because I’m a professional. After the how are yous were over the conversation tanked. It was clear this woman is still as smarmy as I remember.

She asked me what I do for my organization and I told her. She said something about having worked there many years ago. And then she said I was picking up where she left off-which kindled my loathing into a nice warm feeling in my chest. From what I can tell her legacy at my organization is that she left no legacy. I’m definitely not picking up where she left off.

She works for another university which also happens to have a contract with the same state agency that my project has a contract with. There been some contract negotiation sticky points with the mutual state entity and, naturally, there are some feelings of anxiety. This smarmy woman wanted me to spill the beans on what’s going on at my organization. I figure if you aren’t waterboarding me you don’t get info willy-nilly. I was non-committal.

She told me she believes we should all get out while we can and she has submitted 40 applications. My first thought was “LOSER” (seriously, who puts out 40 applications and then brags about it) but what I said was “I’m sure you’ll get quite a response from that.” 40 applications, jeez.

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Sign o’ the times?

Posted on October 23, 2006 by Frog

A woman I worked with said she spent the whole weekend cleaning her house. She has two children. One is a teen and one is about nine. She shrugged and said she still hasn’t gotten around to hiring a cleaning woman.

I work with another woman who has a cleaning woman come in either every week or once every two weeks. She has three children. The oldest attends college out of state but the other two kids are in high school.

When I was a teen we walked to school every day uphill in the snow and part of our chores were to clean the house and do laundry. Our monthly allowance waxed and waned depending on how well we performed. We usually did a bang up job because the housekeeping gig was our only real source of cash until the summer.

My question is were my parents running a sweatshop of sorts or have some of the boomers lost their damn minds? I don’t care how busy your kids are (and, please, you have some control over that—really), it doesn’t take much to run a dust rag around once a week and vacuum. Cleaning the bathroom? Suck it up, even that doesn’t take a whole lot of time if you do it regularly.

Years ago, I worked with a woman who had a house rule. The rule? The house was clean and picked up by Friday night or no one was allowed to go out on the weekend until the house was clean. Her kids were highly motivated.

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Telemachus rose and dressed himself

Posted on October 22, 2006 by Frog

The benefits of getting up early:

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I’m Sure You Can Figure Out Why I Bought It

Posted on October 21, 2006 by Frog

Silly, yes.
Drinkable, quite.

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Let’s break out the booze and have a ball

Posted on October 20, 2006 by Frog

Since there’s been a musical theme to the week (sort of), I must share a radio stream that you may enjoy. The better-half found it earlier this week and I’ve been listening to it while at work since his discovery. The website has a set list and this afternoon has played:

  • PJ Harvey
  • The Styrenes
  • Benny Goodman
  • Antonio Carlos Jobim
  • The Pixies
  • David Bowie
  • Pavement
  • Tom Waits
  • Cat Power

You get the point—all over the musical map. And, the thing is if you think you hate something wait a few minutes because the chances are high that you’ll get something you like.

Some other streams that I enjoy:
The Tide radio station located in Williamsburg, VA(look for the listen live link). I used to be able to listen to the station at home but they switched frequencies and now I have to be content with the streamed version. They are a commercial radio station so you get ads for local businesses. I may never buy a Yankee Candle because of their ads on this station.

The Bopst Show is a local AM show on during the week from 1-4pm. He’s all over the musical map too and is obviously crazy about music. He does get a yelling rant going on during breaks in music which you may not love, but the music will make you come back for more.

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Questions come alive in the middle of the day

Posted on October 18, 2006 by Frog

I’m sure I’ll look back on this entry years from now and sheepishly grin, but I’m totally digging Scissor Sisters newest release, “Ta-Dah”. It’s like Abba had a love child with early Elton John. The disc is playing downstairs and my chair upstairs is vibrating. Freaks like beats.

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A Funky B*tch

Posted on October 16, 2006 by Frog

Last night Etta James described herself as a funky b*tch. And, based on her backing band The Roots Band she sho’nuff is. Man, that band blew the roof off the theater. Etta was funny, bawdy and her voice was just amazing. She didn’t make us wait for the encore to hear At Last which surprised me. I figured we’d be left hanging but she let that song loose about mid-set.

The other surprise was the skinny, hyper, bleached blonde, clothes-a-little-too-tight woman who sat next to me and knew every single song Etta James song, ever, I think. She was seriously excited to be there. I don’t think her companion could get a word in because of how hyped up fan-girl was.

The guy who opened was really great and I’d love to tell you his name but all I can remember is David. Every time he said his name the crowd was clapping too loud for me to hear it. He played guitar and some steel guitar which is a sure way to get to me. He sang the blues with a deep rumbly voice and had great stories in between songs.

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Was He Being Ironic or Stupid?

Posted on October 15, 2006 by Frog

Late yesterday afternoon we were sitting at the top of the hill waiting for Chuck Brown! to come on stage when a man carrying a small child walked by. The man’s t-shirt read:

“Patriots don’t need privacy. Support the Patriot Act.”

I was completely revolted by the t-shirt and even if I wanted to be a hipster who wears trucker hats and old 70s style t-shirts to be cool (please tell me that fashion is over), I could find no irony in his t-shirt. And, considering how embedded Republican values are in this area (although, hopefully the tide is changing the more times Allen opens his mouth), I think the guy was wearing the t-shirt because he thinks the Patriot Act is a good thing.

Yep, I, too, want an erosion of my freedoms.

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Another Beer PSA

Posted on October 14, 2006 by Frog

I read this post and thought I should give pumpkin ale a try. The other night I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and there were stacks of Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale. I dropped a little more than $7 on a six-pack and, know what, it is not very pumpkiny and it kind of sucks. Late yesterday afternoon I tried one and poured at least half of it down the drain.

I’ll probably try it one more time. Because $7 on a six-pack tells me that I need to get some enjoyment out of it.

Updated 10/16: I opened another bottle and poured it into a stadium cup. I guess the beer just needs to be decanted. I can’t say it tastes like pumpkin, but it does taste like a hoppy beer. I heart hops.

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My Heart Was Wrapped Up in Clover

Posted on October 13, 2006 by Frog

Today I made a break for it and had lunch with a different group of people. Shocking! The Thai restaurant was jammed and we weren’t the only large group. Even though the restaurant was packed and tables turned over quickly, the wait staff acted like they always do: happy to see you, attentive and well wishes when you leave. The food was hot and spicy and delicious, as always. The conversation was lively and, amazingly enough, it is possible to have lunch with a group of people and talk about something other than what their kids are doing.

To all the parents in the audience, hold on before you get offended by that statement. It’s just from my point of view (the point of view of no children); it’s deadening to only talk about children at lunch. There are only so many times I can be animated and excited to hear about how super awesome Johnny is. One of the people at lunch today did give us a brief update on her children and then she told us a raunchy joke. Balance. It’s all about balance.

Plans for the weekend? The National Folk Festival is in our fair city this weekend. The better-half and I hope to stop by at some point to hear some music and eat something exotic and interesting from a cart. I once worked with someone who said all food from carts is exotic and interesting because it is from a cart. That person wasn’t being nice.

We have tickets for the Etta James concert on Sunday night. I’m sure she already knows this and can’t escape it but she must sing “At Last”. Or, I’ll hurl myself on stage and attach myself to her ankles until she does.

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