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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This and that...
1:51 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
Wow, it's been a while. Hard to believe I haven't found the time to write over the last month, but here I am. It's probably time to catch up a bit.
Christmas was much as it always is, with a few exceptions. A and I both ended up with strep throat, which we (luckily) didn't pass on to anyone else. P's birthday coincided with the holidays, and the joke was, "Happy Birthday! You might want to call your doctor and ask for some antibiotics..."
I made it in and out of Michigan in less than 36 hours, which may be a record for me. I was delighted to spend time with my grandpa, took my sister's girls out shopping for 'girl things' (shoes, crafts, and such), and somehow managed to tolerate my brother-in-law's insistence on watching football while we opened presents. The roads were horrendous around the lake and we were both fighting to stay a step ahead of the strep, but we made it home in one piece. Whew.
After the holidays, it was time to start settling in to my new office, which is really quite nice (with the exception of the commute of over an hour and a half each way). I have a 34th floor view of the city, a real door that I can close, and plenty of space to spread out all of my chotchkies (I wasn't sure how to spell that...can you believe the firefox spell-check suggested crotchless? Hmm.) I just have to somehow get used to standing out on the train platform at 6:45 AM in the below-zero weather every morning. That might take me a while.
Also on the work front, it's getting scarier every day to work for a bank. We've been informed that there will be no raises this year, no long-term incentive compensation, and our sales goals have tripled.
Because yeah, everyone is looking to rock the boat in their investment portfolios right now.
Other than that, I've just not felt like writing lately. Between car problems, the mind-numbing cold, some frustrating financial issues, and trying to keep up with the seventeen schedules I have to follow, writing just hasn't been on the priority list. Now the guilt is catching up with me, though, so I'll try to be better.
On a lighter note, A is now playing his guitar in a rock band. It's a program through the local guitar shop where they put a bunch of kids together for rehearsals twice a week for twelve weeks, then throw them up on stage at a local bar (closed and alcohol-free for the event) for everyone to go see. His best friend is playing in the band with him, and they're having an absolute riot. I can't wait for the concert.
Also, P and I are doing well. He continues to make me smile. And have I mentioned that he's hot?
Just checking.
If you haven't heard from me and feel you should have, just call me. If I don't call you back, send a messenger with poisoned darts. That will get my attention, most likely. If you know me at all, though, you know that I tend to hibernate in the winter, and I don't get out much. This doesn't mean I don't love you...it just means I am very busy getting mentally poised for spring.
More soon...
Christmas was much as it always is, with a few exceptions. A and I both ended up with strep throat, which we (luckily) didn't pass on to anyone else. P's birthday coincided with the holidays, and the joke was, "Happy Birthday! You might want to call your doctor and ask for some antibiotics..."
I made it in and out of Michigan in less than 36 hours, which may be a record for me. I was delighted to spend time with my grandpa, took my sister's girls out shopping for 'girl things' (shoes, crafts, and such), and somehow managed to tolerate my brother-in-law's insistence on watching football while we opened presents. The roads were horrendous around the lake and we were both fighting to stay a step ahead of the strep, but we made it home in one piece. Whew.
After the holidays, it was time to start settling in to my new office, which is really quite nice (with the exception of the commute of over an hour and a half each way). I have a 34th floor view of the city, a real door that I can close, and plenty of space to spread out all of my chotchkies (I wasn't sure how to spell that...can you believe the firefox spell-check suggested crotchless? Hmm.) I just have to somehow get used to standing out on the train platform at 6:45 AM in the below-zero weather every morning. That might take me a while.
Also on the work front, it's getting scarier every day to work for a bank. We've been informed that there will be no raises this year, no long-term incentive compensation, and our sales goals have tripled.
Because yeah, everyone is looking to rock the boat in their investment portfolios right now.
Other than that, I've just not felt like writing lately. Between car problems, the mind-numbing cold, some frustrating financial issues, and trying to keep up with the seventeen schedules I have to follow, writing just hasn't been on the priority list. Now the guilt is catching up with me, though, so I'll try to be better.
On a lighter note, A is now playing his guitar in a rock band. It's a program through the local guitar shop where they put a bunch of kids together for rehearsals twice a week for twelve weeks, then throw them up on stage at a local bar (closed and alcohol-free for the event) for everyone to go see. His best friend is playing in the band with him, and they're having an absolute riot. I can't wait for the concert.
Also, P and I are doing well. He continues to make me smile. And have I mentioned that he's hot?
Just checking.
If you haven't heard from me and feel you should have, just call me. If I don't call you back, send a messenger with poisoned darts. That will get my attention, most likely. If you know me at all, though, you know that I tend to hibernate in the winter, and I don't get out much. This doesn't mean I don't love you...it just means I am very busy getting mentally poised for spring.
More soon...
1 comments:
There are so many comments I want to make to this entry. For example:
Right, as if that's the first time he's ever heard that line.
Firefox knows you better than you know yourself.
Alcohol-free rock 'n roll is an oxymoron.
Hot doesn't even begin to cover it.