Showing posts with label Quote of the Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quote of the Day. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2009

shed-jool

Between now and January 9, I only have 3 weekends free. How depressing is that! Of course, I won't be complaining that 2 of those busy weekends will be in Europe and 2 will be in Mexico, heh. But STILL!

Thought: Is social elitism prevalent in our common lives today? Who knows. I tend to think so, only because I can walk into a store in Union Square, and if my hair is greasy from the gym (or just greasy in general), the salesperson will snub me. Yet the next person in is a man in a suit, and they're all licking the tiles beneath his feet. Not that I'm a bitter member of the working-class, but this has miffed me lately. Especially since I find it to be VERY prevalent in certain circles I find myself in. I respect someone who has worked hard to be where they're at, but we're all just people. I kind of feel the same way with saints--people pray to saints, and yet they're just (dead) people. What makes them any different, really? There is a big difference between admiring someone's accomplishments or character, and treating them much differently than their/your peers. This is challenging in a city where I'm constantly trying to please those around/above me, and yet walking by crazy people on the streets who walk up and grab my arm and speak gibberish to me. Obviously I don't want to be grabbed by someone who smells like urine, but I'd like to think that doesn't have anything to do with the person, as much as it does with the stench. We're all just trying to get by, right? In our own way?

Granted, some are after different things than others, but it seems like I've noticed even more than usual the fierce drive of people after things that just don't matter. Myself included. Yikes. All this isn't to say the symbolic capital of some people doesn't make sense, but there is a difference between that and and social elitism based solely on possession or idolatry for one reason or another, and as we all know, too much of a good thing...We're hypocrites of our own creed, "We hold these things to be self-evident, that all men are created equal...", and I might add, "and remain equal despite our own strivings to set ourselves above others." Mission: study the Constitution.

Not to rant or anything, just a thought. This is probably the most confusing post ever.

On to infinitely more superficial things. I was sitting at my desk this morning, when an email pops up from my coworker. Subject Line: "MAN OVERBOARD!!!" So I open it, and saw this (click to enlarge):



I happen to really like this vest I'm wearing, AND have gotten many compliments on it. See?


If you can ignore the creepy Easter Bunny peeping over my left shoulder (wtf?!), you might notice that the vest, although very warm and cute looking, DOES actually resemble a life preserver. Hhh. My badge there is even like the little pull-cord to inflate it. Maybe I SHOULD have been a stewardess afterall.

I've also decided to resurrect the quote of the day. So here you are:
"Most people don't realize that two large pieces of coral painted brown and attached to the skull with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer."
-Jack Handey

Nolan: 8 days!
Europe: 12 days!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Twitterpated

I love working downtown. The atmosphere is just...ssssmmmuh...professional. Not to mention the great food, stores everywhere, hustle and bustle, smells...I just love it. Today Nolan joined me for lunch, and after eating we roamed the aisles of Men's Wearhouse and Van Heusen in search of the perfect blazer. Fascinating. Men's clothing stores are like, completely different than women's. No bright colours, no mirrors, no techno music, and fugly carpet. Among other things. And I actually NOTICED these things (or lack thereof). Also: not to be sappy, but...I have the best husband in the world. When he said he was downstairs waiting for me my palms got sweaty and I was nervous and smoothing my hair. Feels like my honeymoon isn't over yet! Don't vomit yet--I think ylehsa summed up how you are probably feeling:
"me: hhhhhh i am getting all sweaty and anxious
Ash: why
me: i can feel the shine sneaking onto my face. cause i see nolan in like 5 minutes!
Ash: what?! it's not like he's going to ravish you for the first time or anything
me: yeah but hhh. i still get nervous when i see him. that is supposed to be a good thing :-P
Ash: seriously? jeez"

That's all I'm going to say because obviously nobody wants to read gush about someone else's husband ;)

On Tuesday we had our holiday luncheon, and I won't distract you by telling you how mouthwateringly fabulous it was, but. seriously.
Also: we played white elephant, and I won a pillowed foot massager. Excellent. I had to excuse myself halfway through the meal because someone brought a book to the table called, "The Gas We Pass: A story of farts". And honestly: I had tear streakage on my cheeks for the rest of the day.


Quote of the day:
Scott: "Dude, don't snap like that! *mutters* I'm not some freaking doormat."
Me: *introduce him to sadtrombone*
Scott: "Ahhhhhhhh. Now we're friends again. Cause I'm easy like Sunday morning."