April 14, 2014

I don't know how Spencer does it

On Thursday, I worked from 9 am to 8:30 pm.
On Friday, I worked from 9 am to 10:30 pm.
On Saturday, I worked from 10:30 am to 12:30 am.

Working 39ish hours over those 3 days makes that the most I have ever worked in my adult career. Part of me is proud of it, like it's a rite of passage. I've probably mentioned this before, but I normally work great hours, solidly 9 to 5 or 6 WITH a 1-hour lunch. In fact, my hours are known among my friends for being cushy. And the times I do have to work late (i.e., quarter-end, month-end, or P&I day), I always know what days those will be, and I rarely stay later than 8:30. I had never worked a weekend before. The other part of me is like, never do this again!

Working in the office on a Saturday until almost 1 am? That one was a doozy, right there. The crazy thing is that I didn't actually mind it in the moment. I mean, sure, it sucked big time working on the nicest day of the year. It sucked big time being in the office when Spencer was actually around (something that hasn't happened too much lately). But! I was so freakin' busy that the time just flew. Those 14 hours honestly felt more like 4. The most shocking part of it all, and what definitely made the weekend not as terrible as it could have been, is that all of us stuck in the office all those hours were cordial, helpful, and kind throughout the entire thing. Who on earth is gracious and polite at midnight?! I truly have the best coworkers.

A bizarre side-effect of working until 12:30 was that I couldn't fall asleep until 3 am. Yes, I was zonked, but because my mind had been in overdrive for so long, I couldn't shut it off. My coworkers had the same problem. Guess I had no choice but to watch some Vampire Diaries. :)

Sunday, thank goodness, was another beautiful day, and I didn't have to go to the office. I did oversleep church, waking up at 10:30, thinking it started at 11. In fact, we were meeting at 10, an hour earlier than normal. In my defense, we do usually meet at 11, and please, you think my brain was functioning? Spencer was also extremely exhausted from a very crazy work week and requires that I wake him on Sunday basically every week. So after sleeping in, we went to Woodlawn Cemetery (the most beautiful cemetery I've ever seen), walked around Saxon Woods, and spent time with my in-laws. I was surprisingly cheerful and functional. I was cuddly and chipper! Spencer didn't know what to make of it.

Then, Monday morning came about. You better believe I've been a zombie alllllll day. Doesn't help that we are doing a quarter-end on top of what went down this weekend, meaning lots o' work and staying to the "late" hour of 8 pm. I'm pooped.

And with all this going on, the one thought that comes to my mind over and over again is "How on earth does Spencer do it?!??!!" He works these hours and even worse! Regularly! My brain is so fuzzy - how does he ever concentrate? I'll happily not make quite (ok, not nearly) as much and work my sweet, sweet 40 hours a week.

Spencer, upon hearing this, nodded his head and said "mmm-hmmm!". As he deserves to.

I too want a mausoleum and gorgeous road sign for my resting place.
Waaaaaay back in the day, Spencer made oodles of birdhouses for Saxon Woods as his Eagle Scout project. And guess what? They are still there! Cutie.

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April 9, 2014

Fabulous Bits of First Quarter 2014

I think it's high-time that I review some of the fabulous bits of the first quarter of 2014. Too easily can I forget them amidst all the cold and ennui that generally characterize January through March of basically every year ever and especially 2014. Therefore, here I am, putting the good stuff down on paper (well, internet), because guess what? It is possible to be happy in New York in February (video H/T Lauren).

Here's what I've loved about 2014 thus far:

 - Going up to Maine with friends for a long weekend. I just love, love, love going up to Maine, and we have such amazing friends.

 - Running a race a month. I'm doing the 9+1 program for guaranteed entrance to the 2015 NYC marathon, and 3 of the 4 races I ran this year (already did April's) qualify for the program. In May, I'll be knocking out 2 more races.

- Puerto Rico. duh.

- Biking. It finally got warm enough to bike around a couple of Saturdays ago, and Spencer and I biked all around East Harlem and Randall's Island with our friends. I had been dying to go biking because I hadn't gone since early November and this is a bit ridiculous considering I had never even biked in the city until August of last year. But now I'm hooked.

- Cross-country skiing in New Paltz (as seen here and here). It's the same place where we love to go in the fall and hike the Lemon Squeeze (seen here). Every time I'm up there, I never want to move. If you haven't been to the Hudson Valley area in New York, you haven't seen beauty. (ok, you probably have. but still, you are missing out.)

- Visiting my sister and her family in Boston, whom I hadn't seen since July! My niece and nephew had grown so much in the months we were apart!

- Spending time in the 'burbs with my in-laws before they move in less than a month (I'm kinda in denial about that). Who's gonna hike the Lemon Squeeze with us now??? And what about boating on summer weekends? Blech.

- Hanging out with the bestest lady friends ever, who were gracious enough to entertain me while Spencer worked night after night, weekend after weekend. Activities included but were not limited to going out for dinner, me organizing their kitchen, me organizing their closet (not the same friend as the kitchen), and talking til 2 am. (seriously tho, I love organizing. feel free to make me organize your home.)

- Doing city stuff on those rare weekends when Spencer wasn't working and the weather was good, like walking across the park to check out The Beatles exhibit in the Lincoln Center library. (It was pretty cool and free! Our favorite combo.)

- Having friends over. Unsurprisingly, I'm a real weenie about walking in the cold, so I much prefer it when friends come to our apartment. We've had our awesome city friends over for games, sporting events, and pi(e). Side note - I learned that most schools don't celebrate Pi Day! What is this monstrosity?!? Did yours? Did you sing the Pi Day song, a.k.a American Pie with the lyrics changed?

- Lastly, reading. I'm not Janssen or anything, but I knocked out 24 books in the first quarter of 2014, which is more I had in a while. This, of course, was all before Vampire Diaries came into my life and sucked up (get it?!) any reading time I would have had.

Alright, so the beginning of the year wasn't haw-ible. It might have been even been a bit good. But I'm still glad it's done. Here's to spring 2014!

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March 31, 2014

Acting Like an Adult

Some days I come home from a long day at work and do really lame things, like chores and errands. While doing these, I like to mentally pat myself on the back and say "Way to be an adult! Way to act like a grown-up!"

I feel like a kid, playing at grown-up. This feeling is reinforced by the marathons of Vampire Diaries, buying a burger for dinner because why not, and singing show tunes while walking about the city. (It's was raining, I had an umbrella, it was inevitable.) However, when hauling clothes to the laundromat, cleaning the toilet, and making my own doctor's appointments after working in an office all day, I realize that maybe, juuuuuust maybe, I am a 26-year-old, with a career almost 5 years strong and an apartment in New York City that I pay for.

I do act like an adult! Occasionally. And those few moments totally justify eating 5 cookies in one night and downing a liter of Diet Coke, right? Right.

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March 18, 2014

Puerto Ricks 2014

Spencer and I went for a week-long jaunt in the middle of February to Puerto Rico. It was the first time on that island for both of us, and we fell in love. What's not to love about the beach, historical sites, and the jungle all in one place? Here's some snapshots from our trip, in no particular order or editing (because I'm supa lazy):

View from our balcony:

Old San Juan:

La playa:
It says "Feliz Dia Del Amor" because it was Valentine's Day. obv.

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March 17, 2014


You think by now that I would be used to this pattern. It's not like I haven't been through this before. Work will be busy, and I'll be contentedly trucking along - days full of spreadsheets and evenings full of YA novels. Maybe I'll be planning for something exciting, say a trip to Puerto Rico. Either way, I'm satisfied with my small, small life in this big, big world.

And then something happens. Usually my workload will diminish (my work is very cyclical, and the middle of a non-quarter end month is our slow time), and I get bored. Sometimes, I'll read an article or book about a person that achieved greatness. Or maybe I just spend too much time thinking. Either way, I start to get itchy.

I want to do something new. I want to move. I want change. I want to make a big splash. I feel like singing Belle's in The Beauty and the Beast: "there must be more to this provincial life!" Why am I not working my way towards being COO of a major tech company or towards working with the Secretary of State? Why don't I have my PhD? Why don't I have my master's? Why don't I have a job I'm passionate about? Is this really all there is to life? Work, chores, a smidge of fun, repeat? I want to do something grand. But what?

I know - it's all smoke and mirrors. I can't compare myself to others, and I can't build my happiness on external aspects of life. Sigh...don't mind me. This is just a combination of the never-ending winter blues and Monday ennui. In fact, I hate change. It's a running joke in my family how much I hate change (I was the only one to cry about my family moving Alabama to Massachusetts, even though I wasn't even living at home). Right now, it's easy for me to desire change in my comfortable life.

But really, is there more than this provincial life?

P.S. Spencer says that it's ridiculous to say my life is provincial when I live in New York City. I say, I have ennui. I can call my life whatever I want.

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