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The Greatest Gift

11 Dec

2uw-radio-station-vintage-christmas-tree-decoratingIt’s that time of year again… CHRISTMAS CUBE DECORATING TIME.


This will be year two of the now infamous cube decorating contest, and everyone is bringing their A-game. After last year’s smashing success of my “Peppermint Pavilion,” where I won awards and acclaim for my artistry and creativity…O WAIT. I DIDN’T WIN ANYTHING. I WAS NEITHER AWARDED NOR ACCLAIMED. I put a lot of effort into that masterpiece, and spent an entire week wearing the same red-and-white striped blouse because they kept moving the judging time! And then to have my glory ripped away from me like a tattered shred of peppermint-printed paper…it still stings!

If you couldn’t already tell, I’m a pretty competitive person, and have been looking at last year’s experience with a critical eye. I think my over-zealous nature was a real hindrance last year, because by the time I was done, people were just starting! So this year, I’m holding my cards close to the chest! I’ve been laboring away at cranking out my decorative elements in the darkness of the night and will start constructing when curiosity is at its peak! I’m also adding lights, because that was apparently the only criteria that upstaged STREAMERS TWISTED FROM THE CEILING IN A VISUALLY PLEASING WAY.

Needless to say, IT’S ON. And to the people who stole the “Most Traditional Christmas” title away from me….YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. And actually, one of them doesn’t even work here anymore, so that’s one less obstacle towards redemption!


The Best Seat in the House

11 Sep

There are a few words I would use to describe myself, but “sports fanatic” is not one of them. Sure, I can be fanatical about some things, like say, collaging, or the particular configuration of my decorative sofa pillows, but about sports? Not so much. However, last night, I was TOTALLY INTO the US Open Men’s Tennis Final, so much so that I stayed at work until 9:30 PM just to watch it!

I don’t have a TV in my apartment, and when the match started at 4:30 PM, I figured they’d bang out the sets in a couple of hours and I’d be good to go! Four hours later, once the automatic blinds began dropping from the office windows and the lights started clicking off, they were just getting into the fifth set! At this point, I was literally the only person in the office, and was tempted to camp out in the conference room, where there is an enormous television hanging from the wall. But my fear of being caught by the cleaning crew with my feet up, combined with the eeriness of being in an empty office by myself, kept me hunched over my desk, an expense report open as a ploy!

Before the place cleared out, my enthusiasm over each amazing rally had to be stuffed inside, because a.) I was supposed to be working and b.) I didn’t want to bring out the wrath of my coworkers.  But once people went home, it was party time! It was such a good match, I was glued to the TV until the very end, cheering as each winning shot was slammed to the baseline and groaning when a bad one slapped against the tape! It was awesome! Yay, sports!

Hm, thinking about this in retrospect, I suppose it’s a testament to my vivid social life that this was how I spent my evening. Yikes…off to get a life now, or at least tickets to next year’s tournament!

A Schedule of Sloth

19 Jul

My productivity level has officially hit a brick wall. After last week’s busy yet rewarding work week, I knew I’d have some down time, which I was both looking forward to and dreading! As much as I try to anticipate it, I’m still struck by how quickly I fall back into the pattern of lackadaisical laziness! Time and time again, the week works itself out like clockwork:

Friday afternoon: After a race to the finish, I finish up early and pat myself and my coworkers on the back, before busting out of work early and heading to the happy hour/social activity/…far more likely, the comfort of my bed.

Friday night: I make it to 9:30 PM, then fall asleep to the steady lull of my own lameness and the ending credits of Grey’s Anatomy. 

Saturday-Sunday: I catch up on sleep, talk about how tired I am, brag about my busy work week, and am all together a very pleasant person to be around, obviously.

Monday morning: I come in charged and refreshed, only to get distracted by People magazine, before getting my third cup of coffee, before moving onto my New York Times queue, before giving myself a pass because it’s Monday and I was busy last week and then leaving at 5:30.

Tuesday-Friday: See Monday morning. 

I don’t know what gets into me, but unless I am working like crazy, I barely do any work at all! All of the motivation that fuels my busiest weeks must get stored someplace far away from my brain. My intentions are to keep myself busy–there are always things to organize, stories to pitch, memoirs to write, right?! But instead, I find myself day after day shopping for summer dresses, daydreaming about my vacation, and researching adult ballet classes (still looking for that hobby…).

Ugh, I need to get in the game! Snap out of it, me! Find that ambition, reignite that spark! O…it’s 5:30, you say? Well in that case, I guess it’s time to call it a day!

Triple Fresh

2 Jul

Yesterday was not only the first day of the week, but also of the month, and then also the first day of the second half of the year! Talk about a fresh start! I’ve always loved Sundays, because it’s like pressing the reset button and starting fresh. Sunday nights I sit down and plot out my week, all in the hopes of finally reaching some organizational nirvana, where my outfits are pre-planned and my lunches pre-made! I go to bed Sunday night absolutely convinced I’ll finally be waking up on time this week!

The ante is exponentially up-ed on the first of the month. All my bad habits and unfinished to-dos get re-printed neatly and started again. I leave the previous month in the dust and pat myself on the back for managing to do less than half of the things I set out to accomplish. Yayyy me. I’m not crazy at all! “This will be the month!” I always think–the month I stop eating cereal for dinner, the month I spend Friday nights not in my bed, watching Netflix…and eating cereal for dinner.

So give me this triple whammy, and I’m going crazy! I’ve updated my calendar, refreshed my New Year’s Resolution list, and started out on the right foot by going to bed early last night, and making it to work today ON TIME! Yes! My type-A, hyper-control freak tendencies really do have a place in this world! It’s the perfect storm of OCD! I better get busy…lots to do!

La, La, La I Joined a Choir…Then Quit

29 Feb

HOBBIES! This is a rare and apparently impossible thing to have with my job of late. Back in January, I was heart set on expanding my non-existent social life with something I loved, namely pretending I’m on Glee (before it got too weird and I gave it up. Swimming proposals…white TOPHATS?! I just can’t).

But I love to sing, and pretty much do it all the time–while I’m cooking, getting dressed, taking out the garbage–I basically have an internal melody coursing through my brain at all times. So I figured I would channel this and join a choir! And lucky for me, there was one that met once a week and sang Bon Jovi! Could it get any better?!

I was able to attend the first couple of rehearsals, and I had a blast! It was literally like being back in high school choir–we were even working on an arrangement of “I Believe I Can Fly.” Part of me felt like I had digressed to the dorkiest stage of myself, sans braces and my unfortunate high school fashion sense, but a bigger part of me didn’t really care! I mean, I wasn’t flaunting my new hobby to the folks at work, but I really looked forward to the weekly jam sessions.

But alas, this past month has been completely insane and it’s been impossible to leave work before 8 pm, ever. Between breaking news specials and projects piled on top of projects, I’ve had no choice but to push this to the bottom of my priority list (along with my laundry…) and I had quit. It pains me to write that, because I really pride myself on my ability to multi-task, but this one just wasn’t happening.

Now it’s back to the drawing board on finding my work-life balance. Right now, the scales are tipped entirely to the work side, and I’m trying to find an extracurricular that meets after 10 pm on weeknights! Until that happens, I’ll just be sitting in my cubicle, humming the alto part to “Livin on a Prayer!”

Merry Christmas Bitches

13 Dec

IT IS ON! Last Friday, it was announced that there would be an office decorating contest for the holidays, and like wild-fire, ideas were brainstormed,  Youtube how-tos were viewed, and dollar stores were ransacked. In the haze of my life last week, I spent an unacceptable amount of time trying to think of ways to build an architectural model of an igloo that would be suspended above my cube, before realizing that idea was a. Crazy and b. Logistically impossible given the time constraints and my complete lack of architecture knowledge. So I settled on the next best thing: Turning my cube into a giant peppermint.

Of course, this idea came after many minutes of plotting and formulating with my coworkers, who had already gotten started wallpapering every free surface with wrapping paper and had snipped snowflakes from leftover computer paper. I was so wired after my insane work week I ended up staying up until 5 am Friday night, ideas whirling through my brain at rapid speed. While I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, sometime between the hours of 3 and 4 am I drew out my master plan, made a list of materials, and fashioned a to-do list. Type A, anyone??

The stakes for this contest are pretty high (although yet to be known!), and everyone has stepped up to the plate. There is a giant inflatable snowman in a cubicle upstairs, an entire office wrapped in wrapping paper and bows, a gingerbread house currently in progress, and lots of hanging lights and tinsel. There was even talk of a live nativity in place for the judging on Friday! I stayed late last night lining my cube with a red tablecloth and whipping out paper peppermints with an artist’s hand. And the pièce de résistance is the canopy of crepe paper I have suspended above my desk. It looks AWESOME. (Pictures to come!)

I may have a healthy sense of competition, but it has become a throw down around here! It’s floor against floor, cube against cube! We do not mess around in this office! Let’s just hope I can get it all done by Friday..I still have at least 20 peppermints to crank out before all is said and done! And can I really compete against my colleague who spent SEVENTY DOLLARS on decorations? Only time will tell….Friday is judgement day. BOOM.

Sick Day Duldrums

23 Sep

Yesterday, I was feeling under the weather and decided to stay home. After passing out the night before, forgetting to turn on my alarm, oversleeping, looking at my unwashed visage in the mirror, and feeling my brain pound against the outer rim of my skull, I made the executive decision to take a bunch of Advil, crawl back into bed, and catch up on my shows.

And thus began the longest day EVER. Usually, my day is split into several chunks of time: 2 hours for my commute, 3 hours of work before lunch, 4 hours of work after lunch, and 2 hours to get home. When faced with an unbroken swath of time, the hours just drag. Even though I woke up around noon, eliminating those first five hours, the afternoon crawled by, a seemingly endless expanse of time that Oprah no longer fills. I watched Glee, read a book, searched the internet, practiced piano,  took a nap, read some more….and it was only 3:00! By dinner, I was going absolutely stir crazy–my poor mother knew I was feeling better when I started singing her my dinner request. “Eggs with mushrooms, la di daa, is so good in my bellyyyy.” Yea. That definitely happened.

I just have a really hard time managing free time these days–an hour doing nothing is pretty much an hour wasted in my book. Even when I’m not feeling well, I expect myself to operate at high-octane levels. I just feel I need to make up for all the time I spend at work and getting to and from. Granted, I’m not the Tasmanian devil at work either–there are plenty of days when I’m not exactly making the most of my workday, but at least I’m getting paid for that!

Thankfully, I’m feeling better today. And thankfully, because it’s a Friday, the office is quiet and I can catch up on what I missed with limited distraction. And then it’s the weekend….two whole days of free time! I better start planning now!!