My office smells a little like wet dog... and there are some broken windows in the buildings nearby... but otherwise, the Tornado that hit Atlanta over the weekend left me pretty unscathed.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Hey, how's it goin?
Has it really been over 3 months since we talked?
Seems like only yesterday.
I hope everyone is doin well. Me? I'm well, thanks. Pluggin' along.
New position at work, new stamp on my passport, new living arrangement, new furniture... lots of new stuff in This New Condo.
P moved in, and it's been a BIG adjustment. Much less "alone" time for me to blog.
My coworkers and I have been "Facebooking" quite a bit lately... long story as to why, but I think for now that little site has kind of filled the void Blogger was occupying for the year leading up to November 14th. I like the little status update feature there... just a little "micro-blog."
Gonna spend some time over the next couple days to catch up on all y'all's posts. Can't wait to see what everyone has been up to!
Seems like only yesterday.
I hope everyone is doin well. Me? I'm well, thanks. Pluggin' along.
New position at work, new stamp on my passport, new living arrangement, new furniture... lots of new stuff in This New Condo.
P moved in, and it's been a BIG adjustment. Much less "alone" time for me to blog.
My coworkers and I have been "Facebooking" quite a bit lately... long story as to why, but I think for now that little site has kind of filled the void Blogger was occupying for the year leading up to November 14th. I like the little status update feature there... just a little "micro-blog."
Gonna spend some time over the next couple days to catch up on all y'all's posts. Can't wait to see what everyone has been up to!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
My Next Door Neighbor Died over the weekend
I found out last night via an email that was sent from the building manager to the homeowners.
I swear I saw Marilyn only a few days ago... up and around and looking old and frail but not unhealthy.
Her daughter Jill is actually good friends with my ex. They became friendly after he and I broke up. I've seen Jill more than a few times at his old house (when he still lived there) for parties and stuff. I learned that Marilyn was going to be my neighbor at one of those parties. She and I compared notes about the building and such... when we finally got to our unit numbers were were shocked to find that we'd be right next to each other!
We weren't socially close or anything at all... said hello in the hallway and talked at building functions about Jill. Marilyn and I really only knew each other at all because of Jill's association with my ex which always seemed to linger just beneath the surface of any conversation we had.
I'll be attending a small ceremony Jill is hosting this Saturday.
I swear I saw Marilyn only a few days ago... up and around and looking old and frail but not unhealthy.
Her daughter Jill is actually good friends with my ex. They became friendly after he and I broke up. I've seen Jill more than a few times at his old house (when he still lived there) for parties and stuff. I learned that Marilyn was going to be my neighbor at one of those parties. She and I compared notes about the building and such... when we finally got to our unit numbers were were shocked to find that we'd be right next to each other!
We weren't socially close or anything at all... said hello in the hallway and talked at building functions about Jill. Marilyn and I really only knew each other at all because of Jill's association with my ex which always seemed to linger just beneath the surface of any conversation we had.
I'll be attending a small ceremony Jill is hosting this Saturday.
Monday, November 12, 2007
November 12 of 12
12 pictures all taken on the 12th of the month. It's Chad Darnell's idea and if you'd like to play along you can find out how at his blog (which is pretty interesting right now because he is one of the writers who are on strike, and he's really got a neat insider's view of the whole thing up).
When one door closes another door opens.
My 12 were inspired by that oft used quote, attributed to many, including Helen Keller and Alexander Graham Bell... November has been a month of pretty extreme change for me, professionally & personally & pharmaceutically. So I got to thinking about how many literal and figurative doors had opened and closed for me over the past few weeks and came up with these 12 shots:
About to head out my front door:
Exiting the building via my super secret back staircase exit:
The super sleek doors of a newly refurbished MARTA train. My transportation to work:
Exiting the train station at work via another super secret back exit:
About to head in to the office:
'Nuff said:
Leaving the office:
The proper entrance to the MARTA station at work (as opposed to my super secret exit):
Nearly home now. This is outside the shop across the street from me. I stopped to get something frozen for dinner:
I left via my super secret exit, but I'm coming home via the grand front entry:
Check the mail (nothing by the way, which I should have known since it was a holiday... duh):
Home again, home again, giggity gig:
So those are most of the literal doors I go through on a daily basis... the figurative ones have been much more interesting, but WAY harder to photograph.
When one door closes another door opens.
My 12 were inspired by that oft used quote, attributed to many, including Helen Keller and Alexander Graham Bell... November has been a month of pretty extreme change for me, professionally & personally & pharmaceutically. So I got to thinking about how many literal and figurative doors had opened and closed for me over the past few weeks and came up with these 12 shots:
About to head out my front door:
Exiting the building via my super secret back staircase exit:
The super sleek doors of a newly refurbished MARTA train. My transportation to work:
Exiting the train station at work via another super secret back exit:
About to head in to the office:
'Nuff said:
Leaving the office:
The proper entrance to the MARTA station at work (as opposed to my super secret exit):
Nearly home now. This is outside the shop across the street from me. I stopped to get something frozen for dinner:
I left via my super secret exit, but I'm coming home via the grand front entry:
Check the mail (nothing by the way, which I should have known since it was a holiday... duh):
Home again, home again, giggity gig:
So those are most of the literal doors I go through on a daily basis... the figurative ones have been much more interesting, but WAY harder to photograph.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Has it really been a week?
Wow... so THIS is what it's like to work like a normal person! Interesting.
For well over 10 years now I have worked weird hours. VERY early mornings or very late at night. In fact, for the past 8 years I rarely left work before 2am. Worse still prior to 2007 I was a "floater" so when someone called in sick or went on vacation, I covered for them, no matter what their shift was or what shift I'd worked the day before... so my "body clock" never really got a chance to find a syncopation... my waking and sleeping hours never corolated to the sunlight or the darkness. For the past 12 months I've been working 6p - 3a. A constant schedule, but certainly not one that many would consider "normal."
On Monday I started a new job... the hours get me into work around 10am and see me heading home around 6pm... SWEET right? I mean... these are DREAM hours as far as I am concerned. The job is a little frustrating right now, but that's typical I think for starting something new. It will get better and easier, I'm not nervous.
Thing is, that these "normal" hours are really cutting into my blogging and blog reading time! I can't believe I haven't posted anything since MONDAY! It seems like I wrote the window dressing post just a day or so ago.
OK... well I am off to catch up on some of y'all's blogs, see if any of my favorite (shall we say) ribald bloggers have anything new to say, and then see if I can't find a marathon of A Shot of Love with Teela Tequila or something as equally trashy on TV.
Caio.
For well over 10 years now I have worked weird hours. VERY early mornings or very late at night. In fact, for the past 8 years I rarely left work before 2am. Worse still prior to 2007 I was a "floater" so when someone called in sick or went on vacation, I covered for them, no matter what their shift was or what shift I'd worked the day before... so my "body clock" never really got a chance to find a syncopation... my waking and sleeping hours never corolated to the sunlight or the darkness. For the past 12 months I've been working 6p - 3a. A constant schedule, but certainly not one that many would consider "normal."
On Monday I started a new job... the hours get me into work around 10am and see me heading home around 6pm... SWEET right? I mean... these are DREAM hours as far as I am concerned. The job is a little frustrating right now, but that's typical I think for starting something new. It will get better and easier, I'm not nervous.
Thing is, that these "normal" hours are really cutting into my blogging and blog reading time! I can't believe I haven't posted anything since MONDAY! It seems like I wrote the window dressing post just a day or so ago.
OK... well I am off to catch up on some of y'all's blogs, see if any of my favorite (shall we say) ribald bloggers have anything new to say, and then see if I can't find a marathon of A Shot of Love with Teela Tequila or something as equally trashy on TV.
Caio.
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