My g-g-g-generation

Been thinking a lot about who I am at work, and why I am that way. Thought about maybe writing a whole long post about being Generation Y/a Millennial, but this article does it pretty well, at least in addressing life in the work realm.

What do you think, do we define our generation, or does it define us?

So very glad it's Friday

This week has been pretty brutal. I got "wicked" sick on Tuesday, so much so that I had to leave work. Thanks to that half day, I had stuff to do coming out my eyeballs (figuratively of course, otherwise...ew) for the rest of the week, with fun surprise HUGE tasks being plopped on me by the various bosses I work for. Yesterday, as the snow squall pounded MA and surrounding areas, it took me FIVE F-ING HOURS to get home when it normally takes me one. Then to top it all off, parking was a serious bitch. Needless to say, I didn't really want to come back into work today, and yet, because of the mountain of shite I need to do and all of the deadlines up my rear (again, figuratively, bc that's just uncomfortable) I tromped in here and knuckled down.

Definitely not feeling like Little Mary Sunshine today, my apologies.

Also, I have ass loads (yes, that's right ass loads) of Christmas shopping left to do, and a Nor'Easter is about the pound the living hell out of the East coast again this weekend. So, no going out for me. Also, I'm broke like whoa (as per the usual), and I haven't been running or to the gym in nearly two weeks, and don't forsee going back there until the holidays are over (effectively starting me from scratch again in terms of my endurance and speed).

But here's what's keeping me from quitting or jumping off a bridge or drowning my sorrows:

1. It's almost Christmas, and I absolutely love going home for this holiday.

2. I'm someone's girlfriend for the first time since college. Hence the previous post...he casually called me his gf in conversation this past Sunday, and I said 'Oh, so you think of me as your gf?' and he smiled, slightly embarassed, and confirmed it. Later that day, when we went to his apt to watch the Pats (still a Packers fan, don't worry), I was introduced all over the place as his gf. Good times.

3. I have great friends.

4. I get to be away from work for a week, and hopefully when I get back, all the confusion and craziness will have subsided, or at least abated a bit.

5. It's Friday, and I'm about to bounce the hell out of this piece.

Have a good one ya'll.

Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?

Had a very similar conversation as the one above this weekend, although the outcome was quite different... will explain when I have the time.

Mind over matter

Great example of the power of the mind in this NY Times article (yes another one). Even if you aren't a runner, there's a lot to take away from it.

Maybe I can apply this idea to work...

Long overdue

Okay, okay, it's about time for an update, hold onto your hats (or panties if you're feeling particularly puckish).

Thanksgiving: Flew home the Friday night the week before (finally taking a vacation from work!) and spent several great days with the parents. There's something awesome about opening a refrigerator and having it always full. Also, Mom and Pop and I did this race (I ran the 5k, they conquered the 1-mile walk with the dog)in a pretty decent time...so...freakin'...cold... It was really nice to have the parents there to see me cross the finish line, a type of public accomplishment that they haven't really been a part of since high school. Even in my twenties, it's nice to know they're on the sidelines.

After a few days at home, we packed up the car, picked up Grandma and my big bro and headed to New York for the big family get together that we have every year. Notably, the numbers were dwindled (only about 16 instead of nearly 40), but it was just lovely to see everyone and equally awesome knowing I didn't have to cook one darn thing (unlike the previous three years when my Mom and I hosted the 30+ people).

Tex: During much of the time I was away, Tex and I sent texts or spoke on the phone almost every day, which was nice. He's awesome, pretty much. Can't freakin' believe it, but I think I hit the jackpot on this one. He compliments me, likes me a lot and lets me know it, is great with my friends, makes me laugh, is smart, handsome and all that other good stuff. For the first time in a long time, I'm super happy in this relationship. We're keeping things on a day-to-day low key basis (no bf/gf yet), but I'm not worried (no, seriously, I completely trust him).

Here's an example of the good stuff: He took me to a Patriots game. We tailgated before (he had done all the research about where the perfect place to park was and paid for everything) and he prepared a great dinner for us complete with chicken kabobs, hot chocolate, and wine. Later, he stayed over and we ended up chilling in bed all night talking (no nooky people, get your minds out of the gutter, we're taking it slow). Here's to the hope that he sticks around...

Et al: Still running, and about to join a gym so I don't freeze outside this winter. Work is making my head spin, and there are more questions than answers available to me. This too shall pass I suppose. The holiday party is the first week of January and I'm bringing Tex with me. It will be interesting to see, not only how my male colleagues react to that, but also how the trail of exes I have around that place reacts as well. I can't imagine anyone will be anything but civil (at least to my face)....

I'm super psyched about Christmas (again, taking a few days off around the holiday to see the fam) and keeping that as the light at the end of the tunnel. In the meantime: Happy Channukah ya'll.

Who isn't?

From the NY Times: Unhappy? Self-Critical? Maybe You’re Just a Perfectionist

Sealing the deal

Saw this article and had to pass it along.

Too funny. Who hasn't been slobbered all over, or had their teeth nearly knocked out by an overly ambitious partner? Or maybe kissed up against a brick wall of a seedy bar for a first kiss....might have been me, might have been someone else...

Making out is a good time if done properly, but damn it's hard to stop with light petting these days. I feel like once you know what happens after kissing, the bases get rounded a bit faster, even if you're trying to hold out. Dating/kissing = very tricky indeed.