Technology is amazing. I'm on a bus traveling to NYC right now with internet access. INTERNET access. Well, I'm amazed by this.
On the down side, it's really quite uncomfortable and I'm feeling somewhat claustrophobic in this window seat with the guy in front of me seat reclined. All complaining aside though, I'm making the quickest trip known to man to spend approximately 8 hours of gloriousness with Rebecca, my lovah. Yeah, you would totally do this too if you were in my position.
Work week 2 down. I'm just so glad I'm employed. And it's a casual office with really nice people. I just hope I'm doing a good job. It's a little hard to tell since I don't know what I'm comparing myself to. Yet again, I am the youngest person in the office. The average age is early 30s I would guess, but I'm still the youngest by a year or so.
I've been having regrets about graduating early. I don't know how my family would have done it financially speaking and I don't know what classes I would have taken. I would have probably been extremely unhappy. But, it would have been comfortable. I would have been with my friends. I would have been able to see some of the people I love more than life itself every day. Not all of them - one's in Virginia and two are actually with me in Boston, but I would have been able to see most of them. And regardless, I've been so strange lately and impossible to reach (both on the phone and in any sort of emotional sense.) But it still would have been safe.
Thanksgiving is on Thursday. For the first time in 20 years, I won't be at home and I'm not sure what I'm doing. And it's strange. And I won't be home on Christmas Eve either. That is another thing I miss about school - the ability to have vacations that span weeks.
I'm at a turning poing - hopefully a turning point of the better. We'll see.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
All Hallow's Eve
Working 8 to 5 makes you tired. Even though have the day I email everyone I know.
I'm going to start writing in this blog more often now. How in the world am I going to be able to look back at this time in my life if I don't record it?
This economy proves to be the most terrible time ever to try to find a job. Be happy if you're still in college. After countless interviews and less than a week of temping, I'm hoping that one of the interviews I've had recently will pan out.
Last weekend Caitlin and I went out toe harvard for a party and out to a club afterwards. Harvard people are not friendly and I know that yahtzee could be a clique, but I'm not sure even one person came to talk to us. And we were epically underdressed. Too pretentious for me. The only way we would have fit in the entire evening would have been for us to go find our formal wear, load on the make up and through on those 3 inch heels. We embraced our fashion "disaster" according to Harvard and danced in our own corner. We made a random friend (who I discovered to be about 29 after talking with him) who followed us and stuck with us but was painfully shy.
I met my future husband last week while waiting for almost an hour in a line outside a bar. Granted, he didn't know he was my future husband, but that's neither here nor there. He had some fancy job with computer software in the financial district and was so much fun and cute. But we never got into the club so we all parted ways. Knowing my luck, he's probably gay.
Temping in this healthcare place has been fine thus far. It's nice to actually use what mental capacity I have. It's sort of amusing that I'm ending up in a branch of the healthcare field. Granted, I'm in charge of organizing and updating ongoing research grants, but still, it's a temp job that doesn't involve filing or labeling or other random functions that someone who's brain was oozing out of their ears could still manage to accopmlish.
I'm happy here but not complete. I have no money and I'm tired of living off the tiniest amount of money. I miss music. I miss singing and performing. I miss rehearsal. I'm unfulfilled. I'm just thankful I'm able to put my finger down on what it is that makes me feel this way. I also miss the people who just understand me. I thought I would have friends like that here, but with the exception of a couple, I've been a little disappointed. I really need to stop complaining - I know things could be much worse. I should be counting my blessings. I'm just being emo.
I'm a freaking gimp. I have this stupid air cast that I have to wear all weekend. I look ridiculous. I let a sprain go for too long and now I'm bound to this inconvenient, uncomfortable, bulky, itchy and awkward leg/ankle brace/air cast shit. I even had to go to pediatric emergency care because the hospital ushers anyone 21 and under to that wing of the hospital. Then I waited 3 hours for them to tell me I had a sprain (quel surprise). And getting home was more difficult than if I had tried to cook thanksgiving dinner on my own. Halloween is not a good night to travel. Let's also talk about how I accidentally went the wrong way on the bus, so I hopped off at a T station. Then I had to transfer trains, but the station in the opposite direction was closed. So, I traveled back in a stop to transfer over to an outbound change. I finally arrived home at 8:30. Happy Halloween.
I will promptly stop complaining and whining and sleep. Tomorrow should prove to be an interesting day.
I'm going to start writing in this blog more often now. How in the world am I going to be able to look back at this time in my life if I don't record it?
This economy proves to be the most terrible time ever to try to find a job. Be happy if you're still in college. After countless interviews and less than a week of temping, I'm hoping that one of the interviews I've had recently will pan out.
Last weekend Caitlin and I went out toe harvard for a party and out to a club afterwards. Harvard people are not friendly and I know that yahtzee could be a clique, but I'm not sure even one person came to talk to us. And we were epically underdressed. Too pretentious for me. The only way we would have fit in the entire evening would have been for us to go find our formal wear, load on the make up and through on those 3 inch heels. We embraced our fashion "disaster" according to Harvard and danced in our own corner. We made a random friend (who I discovered to be about 29 after talking with him) who followed us and stuck with us but was painfully shy.
I met my future husband last week while waiting for almost an hour in a line outside a bar. Granted, he didn't know he was my future husband, but that's neither here nor there. He had some fancy job with computer software in the financial district and was so much fun and cute. But we never got into the club so we all parted ways. Knowing my luck, he's probably gay.
Temping in this healthcare place has been fine thus far. It's nice to actually use what mental capacity I have. It's sort of amusing that I'm ending up in a branch of the healthcare field. Granted, I'm in charge of organizing and updating ongoing research grants, but still, it's a temp job that doesn't involve filing or labeling or other random functions that someone who's brain was oozing out of their ears could still manage to accopmlish.
I'm happy here but not complete. I have no money and I'm tired of living off the tiniest amount of money. I miss music. I miss singing and performing. I miss rehearsal. I'm unfulfilled. I'm just thankful I'm able to put my finger down on what it is that makes me feel this way. I also miss the people who just understand me. I thought I would have friends like that here, but with the exception of a couple, I've been a little disappointed. I really need to stop complaining - I know things could be much worse. I should be counting my blessings. I'm just being emo.
I'm a freaking gimp. I have this stupid air cast that I have to wear all weekend. I look ridiculous. I let a sprain go for too long and now I'm bound to this inconvenient, uncomfortable, bulky, itchy and awkward leg/ankle brace/air cast shit. I even had to go to pediatric emergency care because the hospital ushers anyone 21 and under to that wing of the hospital. Then I waited 3 hours for them to tell me I had a sprain (quel surprise). And getting home was more difficult than if I had tried to cook thanksgiving dinner on my own. Halloween is not a good night to travel. Let's also talk about how I accidentally went the wrong way on the bus, so I hopped off at a T station. Then I had to transfer trains, but the station in the opposite direction was closed. So, I traveled back in a stop to transfer over to an outbound change. I finally arrived home at 8:30. Happy Halloween.
I will promptly stop complaining and whining and sleep. Tomorrow should prove to be an interesting day.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
summary.
Oh my GOD i miss the East coast. It's not just a place, it's a mentality. I can truly say that now that I've lived here on the "other" coast.
I miss Whitney and Christopher. and Rebecca and Monica. Too much.
I miss my family.
I miss the other time zone.
I miss my days having structure.
I miss the average age of people that I hang out with at least being a double digit number.
It's hard. I keep reminding myself that this was a decision that I made. It was made in a bit of a low time, but it was one that I made. I could be somewhere comfortable and familiar and I chose to do this. But at the same time, it has been a good experience. I have learned a tremendous amount about kids and the opera world. I still don't know what I want out of my future and it's hard having no purpose educationally or musically. I really do miss singing.
But, today is the halfway mark. I've been here for 3 weeks and I have 3 weeks left. I can and can not believe how fast it went.
October make me anxious. Good and bad anxious. This will probably be one of the scariest months of my life. No job, little money and a new city. But I know I have friends that I miss dearly that will be there waiting. That are there now waiting, with their arms open. I just have to get there and keep swimming.
I miss Whitney and Christopher. and Rebecca and Monica. Too much.
I miss my family.
I miss the other time zone.
I miss my days having structure.
I miss the average age of people that I hang out with at least being a double digit number.
It's hard. I keep reminding myself that this was a decision that I made. It was made in a bit of a low time, but it was one that I made. I could be somewhere comfortable and familiar and I chose to do this. But at the same time, it has been a good experience. I have learned a tremendous amount about kids and the opera world. I still don't know what I want out of my future and it's hard having no purpose educationally or musically. I really do miss singing.
But, today is the halfway mark. I've been here for 3 weeks and I have 3 weeks left. I can and can not believe how fast it went.
October make me anxious. Good and bad anxious. This will probably be one of the scariest months of my life. No job, little money and a new city. But I know I have friends that I miss dearly that will be there waiting. That are there now waiting, with their arms open. I just have to get there and keep swimming.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Starstruck
So, here I am across the country with one friend within a 300 mile radius.
I sat in the "VIP" section for Verdi's Simon Boccanegra this evening.
While waiting for my ride home at the stage door, I chatted with Dmitri Hvorostovsky, the baritone lead in the opera. http://www.hvorostovsky.com/
Then, congratulated the most amazingly talented and gracious tenor on a magnificent performance while he met up with his girlfriend.
Following that I discussed on the ride home my interpretation and feelings of the opera with the Conductor.
And after a glass of wine back at home, I was given a special pass to see the dress rehearsal for a world premiere of a different opera tomorrow evening since they both have previous engagements.
I am the luckiest girl ever.
And I am finally reminded of why I love music this evening. Thank you, Verdi.
Graduating early and coming to San Francisco was the best decision I could have ever made.
I truly miss singing and can't wait to start back up again. Music is amazing.
I sat in the "VIP" section for Verdi's Simon Boccanegra this evening.
While waiting for my ride home at the stage door, I chatted with Dmitri Hvorostovsky, the baritone lead in the opera. http://www.hvorostovsky.com/
Then, congratulated the most amazingly talented and gracious tenor on a magnificent performance while he met up with his girlfriend.
Following that I discussed on the ride home my interpretation and feelings of the opera with the Conductor.
And after a glass of wine back at home, I was given a special pass to see the dress rehearsal for a world premiere of a different opera tomorrow evening since they both have previous engagements.
I am the luckiest girl ever.
And I am finally reminded of why I love music this evening. Thank you, Verdi.
Graduating early and coming to San Francisco was the best decision I could have ever made.
I truly miss singing and can't wait to start back up again. Music is amazing.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
crossing the country
I cannot believe that in 3 days, I will be moving everything I can across the United States.
I mean, seriously, does it GET any farther away? The only thing to make it any farther from home is if I had moved to Washington. But I'm definitely on the other coast of the US.
Then afterwards, in October, I do this:
Honestly, I'm playing human pinball with America.
I feel right now like I wish I could just go to Boston. I know this is going to be a great experience in San Francisco, but I would love to just head north and get settled now after spending that time in the city. I'm nervous heading somewhere that I don't know a soul. It's so different than going to college or school - you know that you'll meet people over time. Right now, I'm just picking up and seeing where it takes me.
Nonetheless, I've been procrastinating on things that I have to get done before my flight on Wednesday. I just keep putting off those irritating errands that need to be completed.
It hasn't really hit me that school starts on Monday. My senior year of college would have started in 48 hours and I completely bypassed it. I'm wondering when it will hit me that my friends are all in school for their last year and I'm finished. Only time will tell.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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