Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Thursday, May 03, 2007 Movin' on up....Ladies and gentlemen. It's official: I have accepted a new job. WOOOOOhoOOOooo!!
There is one distinct emotion of joy that comes from two different places. One being that I get to breathe a monumentous sigh of relief and say farewell to all of the garbage that I've recently endured. All the manipulation. All the pretending to work hard (by others). All the complaining (myself strongly included). All the stuff that inevitably got deferred to me because no one does anything. I put up with it for a long time, but now, I'm getting my big ol' bar of soap ready to wash my hands of all of it. I've made it clear that I will help in any way shape or form to make the transition easier, since I kind of hold the reigns on everything right now, but once that moment passes by, then there will be a celebration like no other celebration.
To know that I'm leaving at exactly the right time -- and oh yes there have been signs. I lost my office last week and am now currently smooshed into a corner of the lab, computer, printer and all. My professor that I work with is probably leaving the university soon. All of the projects I'm working on are coming to an end. It's just all right.
The other side that brings joy is what I'm moving on to. There's the word "writer" in my job title. Yes, I'll be spending my days WRITING. As in, someone is going to pay me to write. And although it's not journalism, but more medically angled stuff, still I will spend my days being creative and finding the right words and flexing my brain to say the best things I know how. I still can't believe that here exists a job that melds the two things that I care about so much. Did I mention they're going to pay me to do that?
So life moves on as it always does, and who knows. Maybe in two months you'll read me fuming here once again and down in the dumps hating my job. But now. Oh yes for now. For now I can bask in the glory of possibiity. And the joy of leaving things behind. And I can daydream about how things will change, how I will be able to change them and the vast unknown that stretches before me. I know I'm ready to step off that cliff into a new world. Care to join me?
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