No, not my careless life, my carless life.
My mom and sister stole my car.
They flew into Chicago, forced me to drive over three hours to pick them up, let their suitcases vomit their belongings all over my apartment, and then left with my car.
This has been planned for a long time, but oh my goodness, these have been some long days.
My mom and sister took my car to drive to Jackson, WY. Two ladies on the road in a sexy convertible... Am I jealous? Absolutely. Am I excited for them to come back to Madison? You know it!
The only issue right now is the silly bus schedule.
There is a direct bus that goes from Capitol Square to my office, but its schedule is quite limited. With class all last week, I had to be on the 6:10 bus every morning. As a shout out to my time in Thailand, I will say that it was "supahh suppah early!"
For five days I was at work from 6:49 am until 5:37 pm. This really means that I was out of my apartment from 5:45 am until 6:45 pm. They were very, very long days. My poor puppy has not been happy with me. I was used to waking up at the crack of dawn to take him for a long walk before I left for work. But, this past week I was waking up at the crack of dawn just to catch the bus, and the long walks were saved for after work.
I got a lot done at work, but I have felt trapped. Even yesterday, Saturday, I wanted to go into the office for a few hours to finish a project, but I couldn't. I was on a roll Friday evening, but I had to leave it to catch the bus. When I arrived home, I realized my internet wasn't working. And so I was stranded. No internet, no chance to finish my project, and no car to run errands left me with lots of time for walking with the pup.
Wilbur and I spent the entire weekend together. We walked, played, tried to learn new tricks, did laundry and broke the iron. Well, Wilbur only participated in the tricks, playing and walking, but he was close by for the rest of the thrilling weekend.
I felt a bit trapped this week, but I know this next week will be much better. Without class at 8 am, I can take the 7:40 bus. That gives me more than enough time to go for a walk in the morning and take my time getting to the square. It also gives me the opportunity to get to work after 8 am and not have to worry about a parking space!
The bus schedule may not be perfect for my 8am mornings, but so many things about taking the bus are wonderful! I love that I can read on my way to work. I love that I don't have to think about parking. I love that I don't have to worry about traffic. And gosh, I love how inexpensive it is!
I will love having my car back, but I'm not giving up this whole bus thing yet. I'm a mass transit lover, and so far Madison's is just fine with me.
Garvey, think of all the gas I'm saving! And I didn't buy a Prius to do it! Aren't you proud?
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Monday, August 6, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Grey Hairs
I am so frustrated right now. I want to pull my hair out. I also want to cry. But, my officemate is around, so I’m holding
back the tears.
With over 1,000 printed pages in front of me and another 524
in an Adobe PDF file open on my desktop, I am not able to find the answer I am
looking for. I am supposed to be working
on my project right now. But for the last two hours I have been searching over 3
reams of paper’s worth of information, trying for the life of me to figure out where to begin.
Do I know what I am doing?
Nope. Not a clue.
Do I feel like an idiot?
Yup. Absolutely.
Do I feel smart enough to be working here? Not in the slightest. I feel like an idiot.
Do I have a headache?
That’s a silly question. I now
live with a constant headache.
Seriously, I carry ibuprofen on my person at all times.
I’m a computer idiot to begin with. Let’s play the honest game, I own a Mac. And as every person that works for this
company has made clear, those are not good computers. So here I sit, wishing I could swoop to a corner
and see all of my open windows or use the little spotlight feature to find my answer. I am
praying that I stumble upon the answer sometime in the near future. And I am begging that I don’t burst into tears
while Rob is still in here, because I really want him to come to my birthday
party tomorrow, and I think crying might scare him away.
But, by God, what am I doing here? How in the world am I supposed to train
people on this software if I can’t even create a bloody SmartSet! Ahhh!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Turn that frown upside down!
Monday was a rough day.
It was my first staff meeting at work, and oh my goodness was it overwhelming. Over 6,000 employees in one auditorium for over 2 hours? Yikes.
After that, we had an all trainers meeting followed by a team meeting. Let's just say, there were a lot of meetings today. And as an employee still fully engrossed in training, and desperately trying to learn the lingo of the land, I had to think really hard... all day long.
I know that sounds silly, but it is so true.
This company runs on acronyms, and I don't know any of them. I am trying to learn the names of each application, and I haven't even attempted to learn what each app does! I don't know computer stuff. I don't get Star Wars jokes. Basically, I don't speak dork yet.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am not judging dork at all! Dork is what created a job for me! But, I don't understand what is being said! Therefore, in my 5 hours of meetings yesterday, I had to listen really hard. I had to think about what the acronym might be referring to. Or, what the Yoda reference may have meant. Then I would quickly think about how I need to buy Star Wars to watch, before I was struggling to keep up with which app was being discussed.
Needless to say, I left work with a pounding headache. I thought too much. I looked at too many screens. I didn't drink enough water. I was beginning to stress about upcoming deadlines.
I drove home, popped some ibuprofen, took Wilbur out for a walk, and decided to turn my day around. The day hadn't been all bad, but my headache was taking over, and I needed to end on a good note.
I called the cable company and I spoke to the nicest man named Paul. Paul helped me to pick the right cable package for me. He made sure it includes ABC, Food Network, CMT and TLC. Then he scheduled for the technician to come out Wednesday evening between 5 and 7pm. Perfect!
While I was on the cable high, I went to the mattress store. I know I need to get off my air mattress, but I have been working late, and I hate leaving Wilbur alone longer than he needs to be. But on Saturday even my horoscope told me to buy a new mattress, so I knew it was time.
I went into Mattress Firm where Gabe helped me to pick the perfect mattress. I awkwardly jumped around on the beds, feeling a bit like Goldilocks. As I went down the row I would barely let my head hit the pillow before saying, "oh no, toooooo soft" and moving onto the next. Gabe occasionally came back to check on me, but he left me to my bouncing, shifting, sitting, side sleeping and back sleeping.
After a good thirty minutes of bed testing, I picked my favorite, and the sales game began. Gabe tried to sell me a nicer frame, I denied him. Gabe tried to sell me a special mattress pad, and I denied him again. Gabe told me the mattress pad normally sells for $119, but he would give it to me for $69. I said no thank you. He asked me why I didn't why to buy his super special mattress pad, and I told him I already had one. Of course, that was a lie. I was just planning to go to Target to buy one for less than $69. Finally, Gabe pulled out the big guns. He would sell me the super special mattress pad/ protector for $25. Sold, fine sir. Sold. I would have paid more than that at Target, so Gabe, you win. Better yet, I win.
With my mattress protector and washing instructions in hand, I headed home. But, I took a detour. I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy myself new sheets for my new bed. I was able to drive from one side of town to the complete opposite side without using my GPS, and that alone put a smile on my face! At BB&B I found egyptian cotton sheets, that I think will feel wonderful. I spent almost as long shopping for sheets as I did for my bed!
I decided that while I was in the area, I should give Home Depot a shot for purchasing a kitchen trashcan. I have an awesome slide out trashcan drawer in my kitchen with a slot for a trashcan. But, I hadn't yet found a trash can that fit it! I bought one that was too tall, one too wide, and one too deep for the opening. Home Depot was my last stop before I was going to give up for a while. So, while I was in the neighborhood, I ran in, bought a trash can for $6.97 and left. On my entire drive home, I was sure the trashcan would be too big. At one stoplight I would look at it and think, yeah, it looks too tall. At the next stoplight I would look at it from another angle and think, yup, definitely too wide. I cursed myself as I brought it up to my apartment, knowing I was wasting time and energy.
I walked into the apartment and sighed with relief. Not only had Wilbur successfully spent the time I was gone out of his kennel, but he was quiet! Or he was not noisy enough to have the neighbors complain, but I'll go with quiet. I played with the pup for a few minutes, reminding him that I hadn't abandoned him yet.
Begrudgingly I went into the kitchen to test the new trashcan. And much to my surprise, it fit! I threw a little party and got Wilbur super worked up. Wilbur doesn't know what "trashcan," "it fits," or "we really live here now" mean, but he now knows that they are all good phrases.
With my new trashcan in place and my puppy tired from the trashcan party, I continued on my productive streak. I unpacked the rest of my clothing, hanging and folding, and placing each item in its new home.
And as if that weren't enough, I started one of my many picture projects! I have tons of framed photos but many have old photos in them, and all have dirty glass. So, one by one, I opened the frames, took out the photos and cleaned the glass. I only sliced two of my fingers, and I still have frames to fill, but it was a good evening's work.
After my super long and rough day at work, I was able to turn it around.
The moral of the story: With the help of an adorable dog, a credit card and ibuprofen, anything can get better!
It was my first staff meeting at work, and oh my goodness was it overwhelming. Over 6,000 employees in one auditorium for over 2 hours? Yikes.
After that, we had an all trainers meeting followed by a team meeting. Let's just say, there were a lot of meetings today. And as an employee still fully engrossed in training, and desperately trying to learn the lingo of the land, I had to think really hard... all day long.
I know that sounds silly, but it is so true.
This company runs on acronyms, and I don't know any of them. I am trying to learn the names of each application, and I haven't even attempted to learn what each app does! I don't know computer stuff. I don't get Star Wars jokes. Basically, I don't speak dork yet.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am not judging dork at all! Dork is what created a job for me! But, I don't understand what is being said! Therefore, in my 5 hours of meetings yesterday, I had to listen really hard. I had to think about what the acronym might be referring to. Or, what the Yoda reference may have meant. Then I would quickly think about how I need to buy Star Wars to watch, before I was struggling to keep up with which app was being discussed.
Needless to say, I left work with a pounding headache. I thought too much. I looked at too many screens. I didn't drink enough water. I was beginning to stress about upcoming deadlines.
I drove home, popped some ibuprofen, took Wilbur out for a walk, and decided to turn my day around. The day hadn't been all bad, but my headache was taking over, and I needed to end on a good note.
I called the cable company and I spoke to the nicest man named Paul. Paul helped me to pick the right cable package for me. He made sure it includes ABC, Food Network, CMT and TLC. Then he scheduled for the technician to come out Wednesday evening between 5 and 7pm. Perfect!
While I was on the cable high, I went to the mattress store. I know I need to get off my air mattress, but I have been working late, and I hate leaving Wilbur alone longer than he needs to be. But on Saturday even my horoscope told me to buy a new mattress, so I knew it was time.
I went into Mattress Firm where Gabe helped me to pick the perfect mattress. I awkwardly jumped around on the beds, feeling a bit like Goldilocks. As I went down the row I would barely let my head hit the pillow before saying, "oh no, toooooo soft" and moving onto the next. Gabe occasionally came back to check on me, but he left me to my bouncing, shifting, sitting, side sleeping and back sleeping.
After a good thirty minutes of bed testing, I picked my favorite, and the sales game began. Gabe tried to sell me a nicer frame, I denied him. Gabe tried to sell me a special mattress pad, and I denied him again. Gabe told me the mattress pad normally sells for $119, but he would give it to me for $69. I said no thank you. He asked me why I didn't why to buy his super special mattress pad, and I told him I already had one. Of course, that was a lie. I was just planning to go to Target to buy one for less than $69. Finally, Gabe pulled out the big guns. He would sell me the super special mattress pad/ protector for $25. Sold, fine sir. Sold. I would have paid more than that at Target, so Gabe, you win. Better yet, I win.
With my mattress protector and washing instructions in hand, I headed home. But, I took a detour. I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy myself new sheets for my new bed. I was able to drive from one side of town to the complete opposite side without using my GPS, and that alone put a smile on my face! At BB&B I found egyptian cotton sheets, that I think will feel wonderful. I spent almost as long shopping for sheets as I did for my bed!
I decided that while I was in the area, I should give Home Depot a shot for purchasing a kitchen trashcan. I have an awesome slide out trashcan drawer in my kitchen with a slot for a trashcan. But, I hadn't yet found a trash can that fit it! I bought one that was too tall, one too wide, and one too deep for the opening. Home Depot was my last stop before I was going to give up for a while. So, while I was in the neighborhood, I ran in, bought a trash can for $6.97 and left. On my entire drive home, I was sure the trashcan would be too big. At one stoplight I would look at it and think, yeah, it looks too tall. At the next stoplight I would look at it from another angle and think, yup, definitely too wide. I cursed myself as I brought it up to my apartment, knowing I was wasting time and energy.
I walked into the apartment and sighed with relief. Not only had Wilbur successfully spent the time I was gone out of his kennel, but he was quiet! Or he was not noisy enough to have the neighbors complain, but I'll go with quiet. I played with the pup for a few minutes, reminding him that I hadn't abandoned him yet.
Begrudgingly I went into the kitchen to test the new trashcan. And much to my surprise, it fit! I threw a little party and got Wilbur super worked up. Wilbur doesn't know what "trashcan," "it fits," or "we really live here now" mean, but he now knows that they are all good phrases.
With my new trashcan in place and my puppy tired from the trashcan party, I continued on my productive streak. I unpacked the rest of my clothing, hanging and folding, and placing each item in its new home.
And as if that weren't enough, I started one of my many picture projects! I have tons of framed photos but many have old photos in them, and all have dirty glass. So, one by one, I opened the frames, took out the photos and cleaned the glass. I only sliced two of my fingers, and I still have frames to fill, but it was a good evening's work.
After my super long and rough day at work, I was able to turn it around.
The moral of the story: With the help of an adorable dog, a credit card and ibuprofen, anything can get better!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
It's a hard knock life
Wilbur has a tough life. Every morning when I wake him up for his walk, he lets me know just how tough it is. Sometimes he whines, other times he stretches for a good ten minutes, but his favorite move is to refuse to open his eyes.
I will give him a little credit, because the past two weeks have been really tough. I took him away from his family and his best friend and immediately made him sit in a very hot car for 19 hours. I made him stay in a bizarre hotel and ride an elevator. Side note: watching a dog ride an elevator for the frist time, or the first few times, is absolutely hilarious.
After the car ride I put him in a strange house with more strange people. (The people weren't actually strange, just strangers to him)
The next day I made him stay in another new place with weird smells, bizarre sounds outside the door, and no furniture. Only two days later I woke him up at 5 am. This may have been the worst for him. If Wilbur had control of his life he would go to bed at 8 pm every night and not wake up until 11 am. Unfortunately, my new job likes me to arrive before noon, so he and I were up at 5.
We took a nice long walk along a path that is becoming familiar. And then I locked him up for the day. But not before giving him his anti- anxiety treat!
There is a wonderful pet store down the street where Wilbur and I are quickly becoming regulars. When we went there the first time the cute owner asked to be introduced to Wilbur. When Wilbur backed away and put his tail down when he tried to give him a treat the man asked if he was always so skittish. I explained that it had been a stressful week, and Wilbur had become a nervous nelly with the move. The adorable man recommended special anti- anxiety treats to help. And with a flash of his pearly whites, I was sold. Yes, cute pet store owner, I will now medicate my dog.
But before you think I'm terrible for leaving Wilbur in his kennel all day, let me explain that he loves it! He sleeps in his kennel by choice at night, and finds it comforting. When everything around him has changed so significantly, his kennel and bed are the same, and he likes that. I also put his kennel in my closet, so he can't hear people coming and going in the hall, which I think keeps his stress level to a minimum.
Luckily, last week was short, so Wilbur was only home alone for two days before I spent the day at home with him. On the fourth Cait and I took Wilbur out to dinner with us at Roman Candle, a pizza place down the street from my apartment.
On the way home he stopped at our new favorite pet store. I think we have different reasons for it becoming our favorite, but it works well for both of us! The pet store was closed, but Wilbur didn't understand that. He sat down in front of the door and didn't want to move. The cat of MadCat came to the front door, and Wilbur was in love. As she slinked back and forth, rubbing her back against the door, Wilbur followed her every move. And now, he and I have similar motives for frequenting the store.
This past weekend I brought Wilbur into Waggin' Tails Doggy Dude Ranch to begin his life as a daycare-goer. He had his temperament test and was immediately thrown to the wolves, or the pack of 30+ dogs in the small dog area. When I was allowed to see him I was informed that he was doing quite well. From a doggy daycare newbie, he looked like a brown noser to me, standing right next to the dogsitter waiting to be pet, but I guess that was good? The woman said that the fact he wasn't hiding from the other dogs or getting aggressive were good signs. Whatever you say, dog lady! And so Wilbur will be going on Tuesday to play with the other pups and not be medicated while I work. His cubby will remain empty, but if I decide to, he is allowed to bring special treats, toys or even an afternoon snack with him.
Go ahead, make fun all you want. Trust me, I know how silly it is. I wonder if we will have quarterly parent-teacher conferences... Progress reports? Graduations?
Pretending to be asleep.
The night before we left for Madison.
I will give him a little credit, because the past two weeks have been really tough. I took him away from his family and his best friend and immediately made him sit in a very hot car for 19 hours. I made him stay in a bizarre hotel and ride an elevator. Side note: watching a dog ride an elevator for the frist time, or the first few times, is absolutely hilarious.
His throne in the car
After the car ride I put him in a strange house with more strange people. (The people weren't actually strange, just strangers to him)
The next day I made him stay in another new place with weird smells, bizarre sounds outside the door, and no furniture. Only two days later I woke him up at 5 am. This may have been the worst for him. If Wilbur had control of his life he would go to bed at 8 pm every night and not wake up until 11 am. Unfortunately, my new job likes me to arrive before noon, so he and I were up at 5.
We took a nice long walk along a path that is becoming familiar. And then I locked him up for the day. But not before giving him his anti- anxiety treat!
There is a wonderful pet store down the street where Wilbur and I are quickly becoming regulars. When we went there the first time the cute owner asked to be introduced to Wilbur. When Wilbur backed away and put his tail down when he tried to give him a treat the man asked if he was always so skittish. I explained that it had been a stressful week, and Wilbur had become a nervous nelly with the move. The adorable man recommended special anti- anxiety treats to help. And with a flash of his pearly whites, I was sold. Yes, cute pet store owner, I will now medicate my dog.
But before you think I'm terrible for leaving Wilbur in his kennel all day, let me explain that he loves it! He sleeps in his kennel by choice at night, and finds it comforting. When everything around him has changed so significantly, his kennel and bed are the same, and he likes that. I also put his kennel in my closet, so he can't hear people coming and going in the hall, which I think keeps his stress level to a minimum.
Luckily, last week was short, so Wilbur was only home alone for two days before I spent the day at home with him. On the fourth Cait and I took Wilbur out to dinner with us at Roman Candle, a pizza place down the street from my apartment.
On the way home he stopped at our new favorite pet store. I think we have different reasons for it becoming our favorite, but it works well for both of us! The pet store was closed, but Wilbur didn't understand that. He sat down in front of the door and didn't want to move. The cat of MadCat came to the front door, and Wilbur was in love. As she slinked back and forth, rubbing her back against the door, Wilbur followed her every move. And now, he and I have similar motives for frequenting the store.
This past weekend I brought Wilbur into Waggin' Tails Doggy Dude Ranch to begin his life as a daycare-goer. He had his temperament test and was immediately thrown to the wolves, or the pack of 30+ dogs in the small dog area. When I was allowed to see him I was informed that he was doing quite well. From a doggy daycare newbie, he looked like a brown noser to me, standing right next to the dogsitter waiting to be pet, but I guess that was good? The woman said that the fact he wasn't hiding from the other dogs or getting aggressive were good signs. Whatever you say, dog lady! And so Wilbur will be going on Tuesday to play with the other pups and not be medicated while I work. His cubby will remain empty, but if I decide to, he is allowed to bring special treats, toys or even an afternoon snack with him.
Just after all of my stuff was delivered... see the over dramatic puppy?
Sunday, July 8, 2012
One week down...
... and ? more to go.
I may have only worked four days, but I can honestly say I'm loving it! And I'm loving more than just my job. I'm loving my apartment. I love the location, the size, the kitchen, and, oh, I could go on. I am loving the people I work with. My office mate is fantastic. He is a University of Wisconsin Madison graduate and knows all the secrets of the town. He also has lots of friends in the area: score! I am also loving Madison in general. People are so friendly here. And everyone loves Wilbur, so that is a fantastic conversation starter. (Maybe he'll score me a date? Fingers crossed...)
But don't worry, it isn't all rainbows and unicorns. And I am not looking at the world through rose colored glasses.
My apartment is incredible, but I don't know if it is mine yet. My mortgage is still pending. So, at the moment I am renting the apartment on a nightly basis in hopes of closing on the 16th. All of my things were delivered by the moving company on Friday. This is amazing! .... except for the mortgage. Now, if I don't get this apartment, I have 2,000 pounds of stuff I have to move in a very small car. With all of my stuff in my apartment I was psyched to begin the process of unpacking, but once again I don't have my mortgage. So do I really want to unpack everything and repack in two weeks? Nope, not exactly. For the time being, I have unpacked a few dishes, my DVD player and more clothing. I also found my roller blades and my iron, so I'm set for a while.
Oh, and my things arrived, but from the two boxes I have opened, my moving company is not on my good side. I found one broken wine glass, one broken baking pan and a broken picture frame. I did all of my own packing, so I didn't want to blame those things on them. But then I noticed two of the four corners on my dining room table are completely chipped and there is a massive scratch on the leaf for the table. My dresser has a huge chunk taken out of its foot and one of the feet on my bookcase is falling off. I know my things had to travel 1,000 miles, but, really? Don't you carefully put it on a truck, drive, and then carefully take it off the truck? That's what I think a moving company should do...
Luckily I don't own anything of significant value. My dressers are who knows how old, and the bookcase was from Target in high school. But, I still care! I have always tried to keep my things in good condition, and I hate that they look like this now. The biggest chip on my shoulder is the dining room table. It's a gorgeous table my mom gave me. It is a really nice table that she doesn't have a home for anymore. And it isn't cheap or old! And now it has a massive scratch and chips. Total bummer.
But what are you gonna do?
That was a real question.
What was I to do? When the movers came to pick up my things they wrapped and packaged my furniture as they saw appropriate. So how was I to keep this from happening? As much as I love Madison, I do believe that I will move again in my life. I don't plan on dying a crazy old dog lady in this apartment, so how do I keep my furniture from being destroyed? Any suggestions?
Okay, enough with the furniture chatter.
Madison is fantastic. Life is looking good.
Now, I'm going to do some of my homework before taking Wilbur to the water ski show on the lake. And maybe treat myself to some ice cream? Yes, I think so.
I may have only worked four days, but I can honestly say I'm loving it! And I'm loving more than just my job. I'm loving my apartment. I love the location, the size, the kitchen, and, oh, I could go on. I am loving the people I work with. My office mate is fantastic. He is a University of Wisconsin Madison graduate and knows all the secrets of the town. He also has lots of friends in the area: score! I am also loving Madison in general. People are so friendly here. And everyone loves Wilbur, so that is a fantastic conversation starter. (Maybe he'll score me a date? Fingers crossed...)
But don't worry, it isn't all rainbows and unicorns. And I am not looking at the world through rose colored glasses.
My apartment is incredible, but I don't know if it is mine yet. My mortgage is still pending. So, at the moment I am renting the apartment on a nightly basis in hopes of closing on the 16th. All of my things were delivered by the moving company on Friday. This is amazing! .... except for the mortgage. Now, if I don't get this apartment, I have 2,000 pounds of stuff I have to move in a very small car. With all of my stuff in my apartment I was psyched to begin the process of unpacking, but once again I don't have my mortgage. So do I really want to unpack everything and repack in two weeks? Nope, not exactly. For the time being, I have unpacked a few dishes, my DVD player and more clothing. I also found my roller blades and my iron, so I'm set for a while.
Oh, and my things arrived, but from the two boxes I have opened, my moving company is not on my good side. I found one broken wine glass, one broken baking pan and a broken picture frame. I did all of my own packing, so I didn't want to blame those things on them. But then I noticed two of the four corners on my dining room table are completely chipped and there is a massive scratch on the leaf for the table. My dresser has a huge chunk taken out of its foot and one of the feet on my bookcase is falling off. I know my things had to travel 1,000 miles, but, really? Don't you carefully put it on a truck, drive, and then carefully take it off the truck? That's what I think a moving company should do...
Luckily I don't own anything of significant value. My dressers are who knows how old, and the bookcase was from Target in high school. But, I still care! I have always tried to keep my things in good condition, and I hate that they look like this now. The biggest chip on my shoulder is the dining room table. It's a gorgeous table my mom gave me. It is a really nice table that she doesn't have a home for anymore. And it isn't cheap or old! And now it has a massive scratch and chips. Total bummer.
But what are you gonna do?
That was a real question.
What was I to do? When the movers came to pick up my things they wrapped and packaged my furniture as they saw appropriate. So how was I to keep this from happening? As much as I love Madison, I do believe that I will move again in my life. I don't plan on dying a crazy old dog lady in this apartment, so how do I keep my furniture from being destroyed? Any suggestions?
Okay, enough with the furniture chatter.
Madison is fantastic. Life is looking good.
Now, I'm going to do some of my homework before taking Wilbur to the water ski show on the lake. And maybe treat myself to some ice cream? Yes, I think so.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Day One in Numbers
Time I woke up: 5:15 am
Time Wilbur broke up (grumpily): 5:23
Miles I walked with Wilbur: 2.6
Time it took to drive to work: 23 minutes
Time I parked in the Yoda lot: 7:07 am
Number of July new hires: 360
Number of new hires in my same job: 5
Number in the TU incoming class when I entered: 780
Number of new hires in the smaller, more intimate class: 90
Number of students in my largest class at TU: 67
Hours spent in class: 6
Cups of coffee consumed by me: 1.5
Number of times I signed my signature: 7
Buildings I entered on campus: 8
Wrong turns I took: too many to count
Hours spent away from home: 11
New computers I have and need to learn: 2
Number of seats in the current auditorium on campus: 5,700
Number of seats in the new auditorium (still under construction): 13,000
Beers drank after work (with Wilbur): 2
Time I went to bed: 9:30 pm
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I have a guest in town! Cait!! We are going out with my new work friends for a few drinks and then spending tomorrow enjoying Madison. I'm loving this city...
Time Wilbur broke up (grumpily): 5:23
Miles I walked with Wilbur: 2.6
Time it took to drive to work: 23 minutes
Time I parked in the Yoda lot: 7:07 am
Number of July new hires: 360
Number of new hires in my same job: 5
Number in the TU incoming class when I entered: 780
Number of new hires in the smaller, more intimate class: 90
Number of students in my largest class at TU: 67
Hours spent in class: 6
Cups of coffee consumed by me: 1.5
Number of times I signed my signature: 7
Buildings I entered on campus: 8
Wrong turns I took: too many to count
Hours spent away from home: 11
New computers I have and need to learn: 2
Number of seats in the current auditorium on campus: 5,700
Number of seats in the new auditorium (still under construction): 13,000
Beers drank after work (with Wilbur): 2
Time I went to bed: 9:30 pm
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I have a guest in town! Cait!! We are going out with my new work friends for a few drinks and then spending tomorrow enjoying Madison. I'm loving this city...
Sunday, July 1, 2012
This one time...
This one time, a new month was about to begin, June of 2012 to be exact, and I had nothing planned. I knew I would have lots of free time, so I promised to blog every single day. Then, before I knew it, I took two trips to New York City to work, one trip to Annapolis/ Baltimore, a trip to Maine, and I moved. The next thing I knew I was all alone in Madison, Wisconsin, and it was July.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is July. And I failed miserably with my month of blogging. When I realized that June had suddenly gotten out of control (and I received a text encouraging me to give up the lame posts) I decided to stop until I had the time.
Here I am, blogging from my new apartment, in my new city, on the eve of beginning my new job! Yay!
I am absolutely thrilled to begin work tomorrow. And for some reason, I don't feel very nervous. I don't want to jinx myself, but I am feeling quite good about tomorrow. I guess it helps that I already have the job. The night before the interview, I was a complete mess!
It is 9 pm here (an hour earlier than the east coast) and I'm going to try to sleep. I have a very early morning tomorrow, and I want to be all bright eyed and bushy tailed for work! Yay! I can't believe I actually get to say that!
Hopefully I will have nothing but great things to tell you tomorrow evening. Well, sometimes the not-so-great things make the best stories, so hopefully I'll have a few of those to throw in as well.
Until then, goodnight from Wisconsin!
-Meaghan (and Wilbur)
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is July. And I failed miserably with my month of blogging. When I realized that June had suddenly gotten out of control (and I received a text encouraging me to give up the lame posts) I decided to stop until I had the time.
Here I am, blogging from my new apartment, in my new city, on the eve of beginning my new job! Yay!
I am absolutely thrilled to begin work tomorrow. And for some reason, I don't feel very nervous. I don't want to jinx myself, but I am feeling quite good about tomorrow. I guess it helps that I already have the job. The night before the interview, I was a complete mess!
It is 9 pm here (an hour earlier than the east coast) and I'm going to try to sleep. I have a very early morning tomorrow, and I want to be all bright eyed and bushy tailed for work! Yay! I can't believe I actually get to say that!
Hopefully I will have nothing but great things to tell you tomorrow evening. Well, sometimes the not-so-great things make the best stories, so hopefully I'll have a few of those to throw in as well.
Until then, goodnight from Wisconsin!
-Meaghan (and Wilbur)
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