A little bit of this, a little bit of that
-As most of my readers know already, Clare was in NYC this weekend. If I'd been around for more of the weekend, I would have introduced her to the Buttercup Bake Shop. They don't have a bouncer, but I think the cupcakes are better.
-I spent the rest of the weekend helping out at a family garage sale at a cousin's house outside Boston. It was mainly the extra stuff from my grandmother's house, so the whole family was there. My 36-year-old cousin had also donated a few things, among them an copy of the soundtrack to The Heights (cassette tape, of course). Do you remember The Heights. It came on after 90210 for a while. They lived in Chicago Heights and were starting a band. I don't remember much besides the Jamie Walters song (Sing it with me, "How do you talk to an angel ...") and that all of the sets reminded me of my great aunt's kitchen in Bridgeport. Needless to say, this tape somehow made it back to New York with me. I'll have to listen to it soon.
-The keys were returned in very snotty manner. I've since given up trying to explain to her why this was a big deal and why my parents were ready have me change the locks. But because I do have the keys back, I've decided to just let it drop. Of course, I have decided that if I stay in this apartment another year, DG won't be staying with me. Too bad, that's a whole year away.
-Apparently I'm going goth. Two recent items I've brought home from my "beauty closet' at work. (It's really just the top drawer of a really big filing cabinet.) A black lipstick and a toxic waste purple lipgloss. But they both go on completely different (and more flattering) colors. They's be good for scareing my parents if I was still 13, though.
-Our designer's last day was on Wednesday. I was sort of surprised how sad I was to see her go. My cube is going to be way to quiet now. I mean, what if I don't like the next designer as much? But I guess this is the way it works in a healthy work environment. I'll miss her, but she's moving on to something really great, so I'm happy for her. At the trainwreck that was my first job, I was always angry when someone got out before me (maybe because I knew I'd have to start doing their work, too) but also in some cases glad to see them go because they were such unpleasant people.
-Um. That's all, I guess.
-As most of my readers know already, Clare was in NYC this weekend. If I'd been around for more of the weekend, I would have introduced her to the Buttercup Bake Shop. They don't have a bouncer, but I think the cupcakes are better.
-I spent the rest of the weekend helping out at a family garage sale at a cousin's house outside Boston. It was mainly the extra stuff from my grandmother's house, so the whole family was there. My 36-year-old cousin had also donated a few things, among them an copy of the soundtrack to The Heights (cassette tape, of course). Do you remember The Heights. It came on after 90210 for a while. They lived in Chicago Heights and were starting a band. I don't remember much besides the Jamie Walters song (Sing it with me, "How do you talk to an angel ...") and that all of the sets reminded me of my great aunt's kitchen in Bridgeport. Needless to say, this tape somehow made it back to New York with me. I'll have to listen to it soon.
-The keys were returned in very snotty manner. I've since given up trying to explain to her why this was a big deal and why my parents were ready have me change the locks. But because I do have the keys back, I've decided to just let it drop. Of course, I have decided that if I stay in this apartment another year, DG won't be staying with me. Too bad, that's a whole year away.
-Apparently I'm going goth. Two recent items I've brought home from my "beauty closet' at work. (It's really just the top drawer of a really big filing cabinet.) A black lipstick and a toxic waste purple lipgloss. But they both go on completely different (and more flattering) colors. They's be good for scareing my parents if I was still 13, though.
-Our designer's last day was on Wednesday. I was sort of surprised how sad I was to see her go. My cube is going to be way to quiet now. I mean, what if I don't like the next designer as much? But I guess this is the way it works in a healthy work environment. I'll miss her, but she's moving on to something really great, so I'm happy for her. At the trainwreck that was my first job, I was always angry when someone got out before me (maybe because I knew I'd have to start doing their work, too) but also in some cases glad to see them go because they were such unpleasant people.
-Um. That's all, I guess.
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