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Memories I’ll Never Lose

Every man’s memory is his private literature.  ~Aldous Huxley

you learn the most about someone through their posessions. you can tell the most about me from two boxes that i keep in my closet. inside you’ll find things like ticket stubs, play bills, and airline tickets. but you’ll also find some real gems.

a game of mash.  i played with a waiter at my job. since i couldn’t think of any crushes he made the guy selections for me, and put his name in all five slots. i’m just saying…that wouldn’t be horrible.

my first license. i refused to give it to my sister, so instead i gave her my first (and only) fake id. it might say she’s 29 but it’s not expired. it doesn’t expire till 2025.

extra swarovski crystals from a pair of 7 jeans that i bought on the side of nyc street. just $40…what a bargain. i’m pretty sure they are real.

a business card from a former boss who i had the biggest crush on. and for the record he’s five years older than me.

a picture of a friend making out with a guy in a dark private room. i didn’t take it, but i made sure i got a copy. she always swore she’d get me back…hasn’t happened yet.

the milf code. a little something i wrote up with my friends to make sure we stay on the right track in terms of staying fit and looking hot for life. i’d share a few lines, but i think my friends would kill me.

everything i mentioned is from the last four years of my life.  so here’s to hoping another boy won’t give me a beaker as a gift of adoration.  this weekend i’m off to nyc to make more memories i’ll never lose.


January 15, 2009 at 9:06 pm Leave a comment

But All The Other Girls Got Flowers

there i was at work, in a daze that had gone on for a few hours, when a woman from my department brought me flowers. they were to wish me well on moving back to massachusetts.

it’s official, my job treats me better than any boyfriend i’ve ever had.

the last time i got flowers was after a dance recital because i guilted my mom into it because “all the other girls got flowers from their parents.” it was then when i realized it’s the thought that makes it so special. getting something you expect doesn’t compare to a surprise…that’s what makes it so special.

December 1, 2008 at 2:56 pm Leave a comment

Are You Married?

after meeting one of my coworkers one of the first questions she asked me was, “are you married?”  and before i could really analyze the question and formulate a response, i said, “no.”  “wow, you answered that fast,” she replied.  i mean, i guess it’s nice for some people and in certain situations i would agree.

today i went out to my car for a trip to IHOP when i noticed a low tire.  normally this is when i would call my dad and he would come fix it.  seeing that he is in massachusetts…that wasn’t happening.  i had to do it myself.  i thought about my options.  i could put on a spare and take it to get fixed or drive it as is till i found a service station.  if you know me well enough, you know i did the latter. 

i’ve never changed a tire, and never will…that’s what AAA is for.  however, i can at the least check my oil…changing it is a different story.  point being: having a husband or at least a boyfriend would have made this process much easier.  there’s certain things girls are good at (and by girls i mean most…but a shocking amount a girls i know aren’t good cooks) and there’s things boys are good at, and in my mind cars is one of them.

but until then, it’s up to me unless i come into a lot of money and can afford to hire someone to take care of those manly duties.

October 5, 2008 at 3:08 pm Leave a comment


everyone knows a germaphobe but most can’t understand how they got to be that way.  some wonder if they were always like that or it was acquired through some type of life altering event.  well i’m here to say, it is slowly happening to me. 

today was my first day working at the hospital.  with people coming in left and right with every type of illness you take what you think are appropriate precautions.  however, today i washed my hands several times, and at time when there wasn’t a sink near me i applied purell…and yes every time was necessary.  once i got home i wanted to remove my work clothes with tongs and immediately wash.  my mind was and still is running thinking about what is on them as i remember what type of patients i saw today.  i once thought my friend was a freak for her frequent use of hand sanitzer, but now i’m seeing the light and going to the “dark” side.”

September 12, 2008 at 5:04 pm 3 comments

I Just Got My White Coat And Stethoscope!

i’ve finished my first full week of a full time job.  i have to say the gig is pretty sweet.  i worked 8-3:30.  ideally I would love to be a woman of leisure and have a side job from 1-4.  you know…when no good tv is on.  something to keep me busy and get me out of the house, but this isn’t so bad.  although, i have found myself going to bed at 11, a bit too early for the normal me. the pay’s not great, but that’s what happens when you work for a non-profit company.   in reality, how much do i really need anyway?  i have noted one dramatic change.

once you start working full time, less time is spent shopping, talking to friends, or other routines.  i have spent no money on clothes in the last week, something that is hard to avoid when you have nothing to do.  with a lot of free time there’s never enough malls.  i also talk to my friends when i can, not when i feel like it.  yeah, that’s a shame.  this weekend i could only find time during my walk back from the library.  although, there is the occasional text.  my friend matt sent me this one: “i just got my white coat and stethoscope.  i am pretty much a doctor!”  i also got a call from my friend that i refer to as date, he was on the phone along with two of my old my roommates.  these things make you sad, and make me wish i was there with them to experience the new moments in the their lives.  at this moment you press play on michael buble’s “home,” as a few tears fall down your cheek. 

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

September 8, 2008 at 7:58 pm 1 comment

Rolling My Eyes

Getting the job is usually the hard part, but not in this case.  Working in a hospital you must have the appropriate immunizations and of course before i left for omaha i knew this and had blood work done.  So last week I went in for my health exam for work when they needed them. 

Obviously i didn’t have them on me, so my first call was to my primary physician.  Even though i called asking for my own records and the hospital said it would be no problem to get and fax over it became an issue.  They wouldn’t fax me my own records.  It seems like privacy acts aren’t helping the people that they should be *eyes roll*.

So today i had to go back to get a tb test read and then to get blood work to prove i have had the appropriate vaccinations.  Drawing blood on me is another issue.  The last time i got it drawn they stuck me in three different spots multiple times, and today was no different.  Today i was stuck in four different places on my arms and hands.  When i walked out of the clinic i looked pretty funny, and since i don’t have a camera to take a picture i drew one for your enjoyment:

Is everything gonna be this hard/funny?

August 25, 2008 at 3:41 pm 1 comment

A Few Tips

A few things I’ve noticed working in the restaurant industry:

-any reservation party leaves a better tip than a walk-in

-foreigners are horrible tippers

-jewish people are horrible tippers

-arabic people eat later than most other guests

-some rich people are incredibly rude and think they are better than anyone else

-some people will be rude no matter how you try to accommodate them (see above, one is a man high in the rankings at Lifespan: Arthur Klein)

June 30, 2008 at 10:43 pm 1 comment

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