Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A tweet well spent

Finally. Today, I finally used twitter for something genuinely useful.

It started with a ridiculous media call. God love the media and their extravagant requests. Today they wanted me to find someone who fit three very specific criteria. I had one person in mind who might fit said criteria but alas when I called them it appeared that their phone had been disconnected.

Sidebar: what up with that? I thought I was at an age now where all my peers were able to consistently maintain a phone number.

Anyways, I went to twitter thinking I could contact the person that way. I went to my personal list to see if said person had posted recently (thus implying I could contact them via twitter) and there at the very top of my list was a post by another peer commenting about the exact same issue said media person wanted a comment about. And you know what? He fit the three criteria exactly AND was passionate about the issue at hand. 2 phone calls later and bam! I'm a media genius, a mover and shaker, a master networker.

Well, not exactly. But definitely a job well done. Take that Wednesday!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

An afternoon cup of rejection

Alright, enough moping. Onto some complaining. There is something I dread doing every May peeps. In May I have to re-connect with a professional contact who...wait for it...doesn't like me. I know, right? Who could not like me? :) Alright, I admit that personally I can be unlikeable. But in a professional context for minimal business type dealings, I am totally likable. I am efficient and friendly and always deliver on time.

Look, I don't know why this lady doesn't like me and maybe it's not me, maybe she doesn't like the company because I have gotten nothing but thinly veiled frost right from the get-go. Of course, if that's the case I'm not sure why she keeps doing business with us. Obligation maybe?

Anyways, I keep reaching out with coffee/meeting invites and I get rebuffed every year. I just sent off my annual entreaty this morning and I am not looking forward to my cup of afternoon rejection.

Work grumble.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Happily ever after

Today is my 8th wedding anniversary. Whoa. Can you believe that I have been married for 8 years? I certainly can't. I think it's got me a bit gloomy today actually. Not the being married part, I enjoy being married more than I thought I would.

I think the gloom comes from the fact that I measure my life achievements more around the date of my marriage than my birthday. That seems a bit weird. But I got married as one part of my life was ending (the school part). I had just graduated from University and was ready to head out into the world and shoulder all those grown up responsibilities like paying my own utility bills and Alberta Health Care bills. So, the timing meant that my marriage was really the start of my grown-up lady life.

Somehow, my grown-up lady life isn't exactly where I thought it would be. I am adrift in a sea of ennui. I feel like I've been in a sea of ennui for a couple of years now. I mean, this is it. I am a grown-up lady. When I was a kid and I looked forward to being all grown up I'm not sure exactly what I expected. But clearly I expected something different.

It feels a lot like waiting for the future. I mean, the future sounds awesome (flying cars, solar powered everything, robots that definitely won't turn on their human creators, the list goes on and on...) but when the heck is the dang future going to get here?!?! I feel like I've been waiting for ever.

waiting...

waiting...

waiting for...

Scientology?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A grown up lady should be able to wear heels, right?

My opening night outfit was a fail! I had bought these cute new shoes to wear a few weeks before. I paraded around the store and proclaimed how comfy and awesome they were. They just needed a little something to keep that slingback slung back. What I wasn't counting on was two days of hard walking (museum floors! why you be so hard?!) preceding the opening night. Or the fact that I had to wear hose of some sort to keep my pale, pale legs from looking quite so hideous. Or the fact that we weren't in Calgary anymore, which meant walking 6 blocks to the theatre.

Oh, the pain. My slingback fix didn't work with my nylons so the back kept slipping down. My feeties were tender from so much walking and they kept getting squished forward. Then after the show we had to stand up in a sweltering hot, teeny tiny lobby for hours. I was dying. I eventually had to take the shoes off. I got looks.

Which brings me to my title, shouldn't a grown up lady be able to wear heels for an evening? The answer is yes but I have never managed to acquire this skill. I find heels agonizing if I have to do more than 15 minutes of standing or walking. But I see all those New York girls flitting about in their 3 inch stilettos. How do they do it?!?!?!

Yet another roadblock on my quest for grown-up ladydom. sigh.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Hold my calls. I'll be in New York.

NEW YORK!!!!!!!!! If you know me IRL, imagine me wailing that out soul-sister style.

Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I'm going to New York tomorrow? Wait, it gets more awesome. I am going to New York to see the...wait for it...Off-Broadway premiere...wait for it...of the fabulous play written by...wait for it...the talented Mr. Rose.

Oh, you didn't know that I'm married to a famous New York produced playwright? Well, that's because he's not actually famous. One NY production in a niche market festival does not a famous playwright make. On the one hand. On the other hand it's so cooooooooooool! I even scraped together what I think is an acceptable opening night outfit. We shall see. I'm a bit too fat for New York so I will likely feel awkward regardless of my attire. Damn my fat ankles!

But nothing, not even my fat ankles, can kill this New York buzz.

New York squeeeeeeeeeeee!

(back in a week peeps)