Tuesday, September 30, 2008

My boyfriend is awesome

I've been getting into Polaroid Instant film lately (about 20 years too late, I know), so I was really dissapointed when I discovered that the company had discontinued their instant film.

Prices have skyrocketed (I saw a 10 pack of exposures selling for up to $30 online), and Polaroid lovers are scrambling to buy as many packs of film as possible before they're extinct.

I couldn't afford any (the original pack I had bought was $8 on the clearance rack at Stop and Shop, & my camera was $5 at Goodwill-- I had no idea how lucky I had been!, but I bookmarked some of the websites for investigating at a later date.

About a week later I come home from school to find a box of cereal and two bowls on the table. Jay tells me I'm just in time for dinner and instructs me to pour the cereal. While I'm thinking, "Cereal for dinner?" and deciding that I'm not all that hungry, so I guess it's appropriate, I pour two bowls. He sits down, and as I finish pouring, he looks into the box and asks, "What's that?"

It's a box of 20 Polaroid exposures!

Not to mention, after that I kept getting mystery packages in the mail that turned out to be other packs of exposures. I've got about 60 now, I think, and I'm so excited to use them, yet want to also be very careful with them since they're becoming a rarity.

(For more information on Polaroid and how to help save it, go here: http://www.savepolaroid.com/)

Monday, September 29, 2008

In which I plan to understand politics:

So, they voted down the "bail-out bill", and the stock market is down 600 points.

Everyone at work seems to know exactly what this means, and they're speaking in hushed, panicked tones and calling their loved ones for more information.

I can't get anyone to really explain to me in laymens terms what this exactly means-- I have never had a mind for politics, really, but I can tell that this is important, and I want to know more.

Was this just the push we needed to go into another depression? Should I be hoarding food and water? I work for a fairly large company-- am I in danger of being "let go" very soon?

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Adventures with money

I stopped paying for things with "paper money" when I was 16 years old.

I had gotten my second job, (my first job was a month-long stint at one of the most popular restaurants in Boston! Not wise for a girl who, at the time, suffered from a non-diagnosed panic disorder!) set up a bank account, was finishing up high school and saving for my first car.

Bank of America (who was called Fleet Bank, at the time, and before that had been Bank of Boston) had given me this nifty little plastic card. It could be used like a credit card, which gave me quite a bit of financial freedom (read: getting my own internet provider since my parents still used AOL and had me set up with a "Kids Only" account), and, in the long run, it just turned out to be easier then cash. Less fiddling with money, less counting (I've always been awful at math), fewer chances of losing or misplacing cash. And I didn't even have to keep a ledger, since all of my purchases were conveniently kept track of for me, with Online Banking!

Needless to say, I haven't really carried cash since. The only time I've ever had it, was when I've paid for something with my debit card for a friend, and the friend has paid me back with cash. Otherwise, it's been plastic all the way.

Recently, in an effort to find more ways to get out of debt (since working my ass off doesn't seem to be doing anything), I typed "How to pay your bills when you can't afford to" into the Google search engine. I didn't find too much, but the one thing that I did find, and did seem interesting to me, said something like this:

"Always pay for things in cash. Paying with cash has a stronger psychological impact then paying with plastic, and you're more apt to spend less when you can see your hard-earned money leaving your hands."

I thought this made sense, and decided to give it a try today.

Today my friend Mary invited me to The Big E. I had nothing better to do, and although I really wanted to go, I turned her down three times, citing money as being the issue. I mean, the entire POINT of going to the Big E is to a) Spend way too much on admission b) Spend too much on random weird foods (fried Oreos, mini donuts, fried cheese curds, giant baked potatoes, cream puffs, fried dough, etc, etc, etc) and c) Buy lots of stuff you don't really need but are somehow compelled to buy anyway.

BUT, I did receive a disbursement check from my college today-- so I decided to throw caution to the wind. I'd take out $40 total-- $10 for admission, and $30 to spend-- and be careful with my purchases. (I also had $7 from earlier that I added to my total, so I had $37 to spend, really.)

So, we went to the Big E. I made very small, careful, and spaced-out & well thought-out purchases (a headband/wrap that was on clearance for $2, a $3 soda, a $3 hot dog (the cheapest food I could find!), a $10 necklace). I was doing fairly well, & I kept telling myself if I *didn't* spend the remainder of my money, that was okay, too-- since there was a shirt at Charlotte Russe I had been eyeing last week-- and I do still need work pants.

But there was one final purchase I had to make-- so I reached my hand into my pocket... and it was empty.

I have absolutely no idea where the money could have fallen. I don't even remember putting it in my pocket, but I'm sure I must have (I didn't bring my purse.) No one stopped to tell me, of course.

Mary bailed me out, and I was able to make that final purchase (a "Safe Sex" tie for Jay, which literally has a illustration of SAFES having SEX on it. I loved it.), but I'm still pretty bummed about my missing cash.

So, after EIGHT YEARS of NOT carrying cash and then THIS, I'm pretty sure I'll stick to plastic. Stronger psychological impact, my ASS.

Friday, September 26, 2008

The Umbrellas of... well, Springfield.

I took the National Pharmacy Certification Exam today. I won't know how I actually scored until October 3rd, and at this point, if I pass I will be surprised, and if I fail I will be equally surprised.

I didn't have much time to study the material (the books were given to me fairly late, & any studying I tried to get done was often interrupted by homework I had to complete for my college classes), so I basically just hoped that since I've been a Pharmacy Technician for 2 years now, I would have absorbed enough of the material.

Who knows, though? I feel like I had a good grasp on about 50% of the material. The other 50% was either complicated math, or ones I wasn't *quite* sure of. It was all multiple choice, so that ups my chances of passing a little bit. I believe I have to get a score of 70 or greater in order to pass.

Oh yeah, and, if I pass I get a 50 cent raise. Which is the only true reason I attempted in the first place!

After I was finished with the test, I stood in the lobby of One Monarch Place for a good 2 hours waiting for Jay to come pick me up. (Which, I should add, wasn't his fault-- he had to work and was swinging by once he was done.) It was pouring out today and I spent much of the 2 hours simply watching people with their different umbrellas. I realized during this time:
  • You can tell a lot about a person by the umbrella that they carry. Alternatively, you can tell a lot about a person who does NOT carry an umbrella as well. I do not carry an umbrella, although I do own one. This tells you I try to plan for events, but end up instead being scatterbrained, or perhaps spontaneous.
  • My thighs are not as fat as I perceive them to be. (The mirrored doors of the elevator helped assure me of this, for which I thank them.)
  • I'm terribly judgmental and spend much of my time nitpicking-- Girl A should wear one size smaller pants, while Girl B made such a terrible mistake by opting for those "sensible shoes" with her pencil skirt-- they do nothing for her calves. Girl C is cute but needs oil blotting papers for her nose. But what happens when I see someone that I can't FIND anything to nitpick about? Well, she's clearly a spoiled, perfect, snobby bitch, right?
  • Jay really needs a cell phone.
  • Again, I've picked a REALLY bad time to quit smoking.

These thoughts, of course, seemed so much more profound in the gloominess of the center of a waterlogged city. Speaking of cities, I'm really fucking SICK of small-town living. Inside One Monarch Place is a branch of CBS-- I found it only because the man at the front desk told me that I needed to "take the last elevator" to my exam... conveniently leaving out which FLOOR I needed. So, being ever resourceful, I tried EACH AND EVERY FLOOR. (I got some funny looks as I stuck my head out of the doors and peeked around. I think I disturbed a board meeting at one point-- which probably won't be the last time!)

One of those floors housed CBS. I wanted very much to waltz in and inquire (as confidently as possible of course) about employment opportunities-- but of course I was dressed in blue jeans and a black and turquoise striped hoodie. Fearing I wouldn't be taken seriously, I decided not to risk it.

(One day I will grow some figurative balls.)

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Seinfeld of all blogs...

Some times I wonder if it's really okay to continually blog about... well, NOTHING. Let's face it, now and again something amusing will happen, but am I essentially writing about nothing?

My boyfriend used to blog quite a bit, but stopped. I tried to encourage him to start again, but he responded with, "I don't have anything to write about."

I said so what, neither do I. But at least you'd be writing.

Is it okay to fill a blog with random shit if there's a gem hidden inside now and again?

My feet are killing me. I wish I could wear slippers to work. Or anti-gravity boots.

EDIT: (I have a cluster map at the very bottom of my blog-- it tracks where the majority of my readers are coming from, and while it's very cool to see, and to know that 'HEY-- people actually READ this!', it's also probably adding to my insecurities. So people read this. Now I have to worry about keeping them entertained. Now I have to keep them coming back. Having a blog is SO much pressure.)

Sunday, September 21, 2008


Why is it that NO ONE I KNOW has ever heard of Nick Cave...

...but when I try to get tickets to his NYC Concert on October 4th...

suddenly people think it's okay to charge $244 for a general admission ticket.

(Granted, I found them for $45, but I still can't afford that this week. Maybe next week.)

(Picture yoinked from www.mcrd.com/.)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Payday and Corn Pops

For those of you who don't work a fixed-hour a week schedule, do you ever get that antsy feeling right before you get your check on payday? Like 'I-hope-the-employment-gods-decided-to-show-me-they-appreciate-me-more-then-usual'?

This past week I worked overtime. It was supposed to be just a half hour of overtime, but since I ended up staying late for a few shifts, I'm sure it quickly added up.

Plus, I'm due back-dated holiday pay (8 hours for the 4th of July), and my two year raise is supposed to go through "sometime" this month.

Today I get paid, so as I sit here munching stale Kellogg's Corn Pops (sans milk) and drinking Powerade (because it was on sale for 88 cents) for breakfast thinking about the fact that we REALLY need to go grocery shopping, and I still have TONS of bills I have to pay (some of which are past due) , I'm crossing my fingers that the employment gods will be on my side today.

I'd really just like a bonus, but unfortunately in our company those are only given to the pharmacists, not the technicians.

PS: Why is Corn Pops the only cereal (or at least the only cereal I know of) packaged in some strange, space-age silver cereal bag? Corn Pops are too good for plastic? It certainly can't have anything to do with keeping them fresher, because those damn bags are impossible to tear properly so you always wind up with a big counterproductive rip in one side of the bag only...

Edit: Received paycheck. Employment gods did not smile on me. The end.

Monday, September 15, 2008


I just found out that my aunt sold a house that's been in our family for, sheesh, I don't know... easily 50 years. I lived in it with my mother, and my mother was born in it. Before that, my grandmother and grandfather lived in it for who knows how long.

I'm really disappointed as I was hoping to inherit it. But I guess no one ever thinks of me when it comes to things like that.

Some days I feel like I'll never live comfortably unless a house, car, and huge sum of money is left to me in a will. There goes the house...

Friday, September 12, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Getting creative with an empty cupboard...

Only to a starving college student does Spam, Ramen Noodles, Salad Dressing and Parmesan Cheese sound like a good combination.

It's not bad, but I'd never dream of subjecting anyone else to it.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Always too emotional.

A little boy just ran, screaming and hysterical, through the halls of my apartment building. Through the sobs and the screams, I could make out just four words: "I want my mommy".

I hear you, kid.

I long for the days when a kiss could fix a scraped knee and an ice cream cone felt like Christmas.

I have real problems now. And while I can still go to my mother in times of need, it's not the same. She may reassure me or take my mind off of it, but these problems just don't dissipate.

ps: the little boy was okay, although at first I was so concerned that I almost ran out into the hall wearing only a towel.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Can you just be freaking HONEST with me?

1. Quite awhile ago I applied for a job as a Barista at a coffee shop. The interview went great, the people really liked me. They kept introducing me to people I'd be working with, giving me a tour of the area, etc. I thought for sure I'd get it. They told me they'd run my background check (which is clean, I'm a good kid) & get back to me in a few days. They never called.

I wasn't devastated, because although I did want the job, it was sort of out of the way for me, and would have prevented me from going to college.

I emailed the woman who had interviewed me, and asked her very politely why I hadn't been chosen for the position. I explained that I wasn't taking it personally, I only wanted to know so that I could learn from the experience and do better at my next interviews.

She never got back to me.

2. Boink magazine, as I've been quite public about, published my work in their most recent issue and neglected to pay me what they owe me. They also mailed $20 worth of magazines to the incorrect address, and since they used Parcel Post, the package was forwarded back to their factory, instead of to me.

I've written them countless emails and phoned them a million times. I have never once gotten a response or spoke with a person.

3. I have emailed dozens of libraries within a 20 mile radius of me asking if they could use a volunteer to read stories to children. Only one of those has responded-- the library I currently volunteer at, and even then, after a great interview with the children's librarian, it is basically decided that I will be her "gopher". I show up once or twice a month, set up and take down decoration, provide kids with paint and paint brushes, put books away... all the while, wishing I was reading stories.

Recently I drove by the library and saw a sign that read "Fall Storytimes begin September 8th". Excited, I emailed the children's librarian and asked if I could volunteer for that.

It's been 2 weeks now and she still hasn't responded.

Honestly, I know that I'm a nice person and outwardly may seem very meek sometimes, but I'm not going to fall to pieces if you tell me "NO". I'd appreciate a little bit of honesty from you, even if it stings at first. In the long run, it would help me to improve. I'd even rather you don't sugar coat it and be polite about it. If you didn't hire me because I smelled funny, looked funny, or seemed like a bitch, TELL ME. If you don't want to hire me for a storytime because of my nose ring, TELL ME.

Giving me something to work with is better then all of this silence.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Acting Class

So, although shaking our limbs until they go numb, making funny noises, pretending to carry invisible cups full of water, and mediating is very strange curriculum for your average college course (I used to pay $60 a week to do the same thing as a kid in Boston) there is something to be said for the degree of social acceptance you feel after it's all over.

After all, every person in the class looks as stupid as you do. It's a pretty good equalizer.