Saturday, February 17, 2007

Happy New Year

Sylvie tells me the Vietnamese new lunar year starts tonight at midnight. Apropos, since I had a long conversation today about starting anew, wiping the slate clean and all that. I've blogged already about the shitty couple of weeks I've been having - and actually that's not quite accurate. They've been more like super swinging pendulum weeks, where one great thing careens backward into some awful event, and then back over to some amazing thing, and whoa, someone get me off this ride. It's all a little too much drama for me, and I happily took this day off and did absolutely nothing. I got up at 10:30 and quite literally spent the entire day on the couch watching the Food Network and various Bollywood movies that I brought back with me. It was fantastic.

And yes, I need my year to rewind and start over, but since it's not going to do that, I'm going to use today's new year instead. Anyway, I'm tired of complaining, and who wants to hear all that anyway? I was thinking recently, too, that a lot of these good things that have happened, I feel like I haven't really worked for, they just fell into my lap and I swept them up happily. But I've been pretty lazy since I've been back, both physically, at my job, and even in my relationships with family and friends. Laziness almost inherently makes me unhappy. So, New Year, I'm taking today to recollect my thoughts, tomorrow to organize my house and bills and some other things, and Monday, I hope, I'll have some renewed energy. The ice and my inability to warm up have prevented me from doing much walking to and from work, but I'm going to suck it up and get out there next week, and start doing my crunches and weights again. I don't think I've gained weight, but I've definitely lost muscle, and feel kind of gross. When I'm trying to sleep, I think how great it would have felt to have gone running that day. I can't wait for spring, because I'm starting to itch, almost literally, for some real movement.

Same for my job. It may really, really depress me, but it's what I've got right now, and even though whatever I do may be boring as hell, I'll still feel better if I'm doing it all with, you know, gusto or something. There is the slim possibility they may be hiring me on permanently, but there is red tape a mile long, which is beating down my enthusiasm a little bit. Nevertheless, it's something to work towards, even if it ends up falling through. Along the same lines, I've really been meaning to write up my India experiences into something marketable, but I've been letting that slide. Today I emailed a contact in the travel writing industry who's info a friend gave me, and tomorrow I'm going to start thinking seriously about how to focus my memories into something legible.

So, that was your housecleaning, Dear Diary post for the day. I may be all out of monkey stories, but by Monday I assure you I shall be back to my anecdotal, quippy self.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Something You Already Knew

Cell phone insurance is a waste of money. I know, I'm not sure what came over me when I purchased it last year. Well, I suppose it was that my new phone - even though I got it for free - would have cost about $350 if I'd had to replace it, so I signed up for the $5/month insurance.

Solly's it turns out, does not have my cell phone, which means I must have dropped it in the ice on Wednesday, and as David said, the neighborhood has officially recycled it into crack by now. Or, if my cell phone records are any indication, it's at least facilitating numerous crack deals. I've temporarily suspended my service, so the crackheads will just have to wait until another classy drunk girl drops her phone on the way home.

So I went to Verizon today to claim my insurance...for a whopping fifty dollars. That's right, if you did the math you'd see that I've paid at least $120 to this cause so far...for less than a 50% return on my investment. Jesus. Not only that, but I have to make the claim today, it takes two days to process, and since it's a holiday weekend, I probably won't see that money until at least Tuesday, and I can't buy a new phone until I get the claim money (or I can, I just have to pay full price). It gets better: I need the make and model of my phone, which means I have to either log-in online, except I don't have my ID/pw here, and if you ask them to send it to you - they send you an effing text message - Helpful! - or, I have to wait until I get home to either log-in or find my receipt from a year ago. So, I won't be calling anyone for about a week. I think I'll just suck up the $50 and go buy a new damn phone.

At the very least, it was warm in the Verizon store, which is a lot more than I can say for my house or office. We've officially converted to electric radiators and space heaters in my house, due to the construction next door, that is, until the landlords hire a contractor to reroute our vents. Which I predict will happen about the same day that winter ends. At least we've got our gas fireplace, which warms up the place nicely. It would be nice if at the very least my office wasn't ice, ice cold. I pretty much sit here in my winter coat and scarf all day, shivering, until the thought of even going outside where it's even colder makes me want to kill someone.

Woo! Worst Week Ever over in t-minus two days.

P.S. I just realized if I wait until I get home to call the insurance people...I won't have a phone to call from. Ha Ha.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Stand clear!

No really, stand clear. Remember that karmic hole I told you I must have been digging, with all the good things happening to me? Right. I seem to have found it. I think David said it best, when I was telling him about the spectacularly asshole move I pulled last night:

David: have you ever gone crazy before
I had a season like that once
where everything I did was just the wrong thing

I think that pretty much sums it up. Ever since I've been back from India I have managed to say or do the wrong thing just about every time I'm given the option. It's like some magnificent talent I've developed. And when I'm not actually knocking down all my dominoes myself, I amazingly seem to be in the wrong place at exactly the wrong time to watch things implode without my help. And in the few weeks I've been back I've managed to lose or misplace two scarves, a sweater, and as of last night, my cell phone. Though I think the phone is at Solly's, unless it fell out of my pocket during my amazing ice fall that I totally predicted would happen on my way home last night. To be fair, David told me this morning he ate it in exactly the same spot after he dropped me off. So that one's not just me, but I do have a lovely bruise on my hip to show for it anyway.

I'd say that maybe I should sit in my room for a couple of weeks until this passes, but with my luck I'd fall and break my bedroom window and freeze to death. And there is Unbuckled tonight. Who wants to bet I trip over a stray wire and accidentally burn DC9 to the ground? Anyone? C'mon, I'm giving you great odds here!

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