Jay and I think this is really, really, really funny.
When we were shopping for mattresses yesterday (see post below), we were driving on Route 9 through the part where there's Staples & Trader Joe's & Ruby Tuesdays, and we were looking for any kind of mattress stores that might be in any particular plaza.
Jay said, "We've got to keep out eyes peeled, because I know this area is a hot bed for... um, hot beds."
Then I said, "I know! It's a breeding ground for... um, breeding grounds."
And we laughed the whole way to Jordan's.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Stuff, and such and stuff, and new mattresses.
I got the job, I start on April 30th.
Methinks that Jay and I will try to go on a post-official-court-reporter/pre-training-and-certification-manager road trip down south aways.
(For some reason, when I reread "south aways," I thought it said "southwest" in the sense of Southwest Airlines, so then I thought we were flying south...?)
I'm realizing more and more that Jay and I operate on a strange mental level, and we're possibly both quite insane, but still able to function somewhat, and it confuses me.
We bought a new mattress today. Our old mattress ::sing-songy, in a high-pitched tone:: buh-LOWWWWS. oh yes it DOESSSS. So we went to Bernie & Phyl's, Moe's (not a furniture store, but a delicious burrito place - or rather, a place that has delicious burritos), Mattress Giant, Mattress Discounters, Sleepy's, and finally, Jordan's.
The people at B&P's were nice and low-pressure kind of peeps.
Moe's was delicious, as always.
Mattress Giant was gross - not a lot of selection, prices on the high end, and the salesman was walking the fine line between obesity and morbid obesity (which is fine in and of itself), but had his fly open the whole time (puts the obese thing in a different light), and as we walked out of the store, he pulled the 'desperate salesman' cry for help: "Is there anything I can do to make you guys buy now??"
Mattress Discounters was much nicer - the salesman had all his buttons buttoned and his zippers zipped, and had a few comfy beds.
Sleepy's was a fun experience. The salesman was probably younger than us, dressed in a suit, and was like, "I dunno, that one's pretty cool, but do what you like. Oh, by the way, I guess I forgot to tell you, like, that's one's half off until, uh, tomorrow..." Then the pizza guy came and delivered the kid's lunch: buffalo chicken pizza. He offered us a slice. I almost accepted. It smelled really good.
Finally, Jordan's. You can't go to Jordan's without experiencing Kelly's Roast Beef and Seafood. The fellow customers are the best part. I saw a guy with a black t-shirt with the word "motherfu#@er" on it. (I'm even too ashamed to type it!) I passively-aggressively gave him a dirty look behind his back. Motherfu#@er. We watched the cute fishies in the cylindrical fish tank as we waited (and waited and waited) for our food. We got a frappe (is that term a New England thing?) and some onion rings as I filled out a health survey created by the FSC sociology department. I wrote that I love fried food and ice cream frappes. We went to the mattress room, a very nice saleswoman -- I mean, "sleep technician" (and yes, they do have lab coats on, because I'm sure they're very, very involved in highly scientific, um, sales of mattresses) came up to us, showed us a few beds.
We decided on a very comfy one from Jordan's. I think it's a Simmons. Good price, free delivery (which wasn't so with the other places), 60-day exchange policy, 10-year nonprorated warranty, queen size (a bit bigger than what we have now [a full]), mmmmm, what else? It has a pillowtop. (M m m m m, p i l l o w t o p) So it's all good, good stuff. My hips and shoulders will be very, very thankful come Friday night.
That was supposed to be a much, much shorter post, but you know what? I get carried away. By balloons. And Leprechauns wave at me as I float away. (That was a dream I had when I was a kid.)
Methinks that Jay and I will try to go on a post-official-court-reporter/pre-training-and-certification-manager road trip down south aways.
(For some reason, when I reread "south aways," I thought it said "southwest" in the sense of Southwest Airlines, so then I thought we were flying south...?)
I'm realizing more and more that Jay and I operate on a strange mental level, and we're possibly both quite insane, but still able to function somewhat, and it confuses me.
We bought a new mattress today. Our old mattress ::sing-songy, in a high-pitched tone:: buh-LOWWWWS. oh yes it DOESSSS. So we went to Bernie & Phyl's, Moe's (not a furniture store, but a delicious burrito place - or rather, a place that has delicious burritos), Mattress Giant, Mattress Discounters, Sleepy's, and finally, Jordan's.
The people at B&P's were nice and low-pressure kind of peeps.
Moe's was delicious, as always.
Mattress Giant was gross - not a lot of selection, prices on the high end, and the salesman was walking the fine line between obesity and morbid obesity (which is fine in and of itself), but had his fly open the whole time (puts the obese thing in a different light), and as we walked out of the store, he pulled the 'desperate salesman' cry for help: "Is there anything I can do to make you guys buy now??"
Mattress Discounters was much nicer - the salesman had all his buttons buttoned and his zippers zipped, and had a few comfy beds.
Sleepy's was a fun experience. The salesman was probably younger than us, dressed in a suit, and was like, "I dunno, that one's pretty cool, but do what you like. Oh, by the way, I guess I forgot to tell you, like, that's one's half off until, uh, tomorrow..." Then the pizza guy came and delivered the kid's lunch: buffalo chicken pizza. He offered us a slice. I almost accepted. It smelled really good.
Finally, Jordan's. You can't go to Jordan's without experiencing Kelly's Roast Beef and Seafood. The fellow customers are the best part. I saw a guy with a black t-shirt with the word "motherfu#@er" on it. (I'm even too ashamed to type it!) I passively-aggressively gave him a dirty look behind his back. Motherfu#@er. We watched the cute fishies in the cylindrical fish tank as we waited (and waited and waited) for our food. We got a frappe (is that term a New England thing?) and some onion rings as I filled out a health survey created by the FSC sociology department. I wrote that I love fried food and ice cream frappes. We went to the mattress room, a very nice saleswoman -- I mean, "sleep technician" (and yes, they do have lab coats on, because I'm sure they're very, very involved in highly scientific, um, sales of mattresses) came up to us, showed us a few beds.
We decided on a very comfy one from Jordan's. I think it's a Simmons. Good price, free delivery (which wasn't so with the other places), 60-day exchange policy, 10-year nonprorated warranty, queen size (a bit bigger than what we have now [a full]), mmmmm, what else? It has a pillowtop. (M m m m m, p i l l o w t o p) So it's all good, good stuff. My hips and shoulders will be very, very thankful come Friday night.
That was supposed to be a much, much shorter post, but you know what? I get carried away. By balloons. And Leprechauns wave at me as I float away. (That was a dream I had when I was a kid.)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Updates requested by Patrick
Pat, this one goes out to you:
So here's what's been going on. I have been hugely busy (is that a correct usage of that word? is that a word?) with a really, really big transcript order (1,500 pages) that was due in a very short amount of time (five weeks), and I finally got it done, sans proofreading it on the paper (I'm so anal and I feel guilty, but that alone would have taken me another week). I did proof it to the tape, though - so I know it's beyond mediocre. I might have a missing comma or two, though ::clenching fist, biting it:: So that's done, and now I get to focus on the 2,000-page murder trial transcript I've been putting off, which is due in just over a month! Woo hoo! Oh, the exciting, exciting life of a court reporter...
Ah, but that life might just end soon. No, I'm not talking about committing suicide (although I heard that the lead singer from Boston lit a couple of charcoal briquettes on fire and inhaled the fumes to kill himself? Is this guy a freakin' chemist??). Anyway, as I posted, I believe, I had applied for a job called "Training and Certification Manager" in the newly created Transcript Services Office (and no, neither of those titles should be capitalized). I was super excited about the job, because I think I'd be pretty darn good... so I got called in for an interview, and before that I had to complete a "written exercise" where they pretty much asked the applicant to write out what their plans and ideas were for when they get the job (if they do), and I had to use 10-pt font because I was too excited and wordy for all the answers. I got lots of help from Jay and his dad; they're good at narrowing the scope of stuff. I tend to be too wordy, if you couldn't tell from my rambling. I submitted the exercise, I had my first interview last Friday (one week ago), I interviewed with two people, they seemed to be interested in the fact that I'm actually a court reporter, and they called me back Monday for a second interview, which was held on Wednesday, and I interviewed with the actual manager of the office, and she said she had heard that my first interview went well and that she was excited to meet me (awww). So I think THAT interview went well, as well (well well well!), and she said they'd get back to me "fairly quickly," but as of yet, I haven't heard anything.
I think I'd do a really good job if I got this position, and I'm trying not to get too excited about it because there's always a chance I won't get it.
Speaking of interviews, Jay got onto the "short list" of candidates to be accepted into MassArt!! Weee! He called them today, since he hadn't heard anything (and they were supposed to make decisions late Feb/early March), and the lady said that he should be getting an e-mail about setting up an interview, but Jay couldn't figure out if that meant him specifically, or that it applied to everyone in general. But a few hours later, he checked his e-mail and had received notice that he made the short list, and they want to set up an interview sometime in April! Yay Jay!!
Times, they are a-changin'. Of course, I might not get the new job, Jay might not get into grad school, and we'd still be here in the same spot as we are now, but it feels good to reach for something a little higher than the stuff you're doing now, and to get some positive feedback that you're not crazy for trying to better yourself or get a better position feels great. Sometimes I just don't know what people think of me, and it felt good to hear them say that they were impressed with my ideas and with the way my interview went; and Jay's been waiting for a few months now to hear back about school, not knowing ANYTHING at all about what the school might think of his application, and it made HIM feel great that all his work is paying off and that people respect and acknowledge his skills and talents.
That was a really, really long post, and I've been meaning to shovel the driveway for over 45 minutes now.... so I'm going to go, uh, shovel. Happy St. Patty's Day! Erin Go Bra-less!
So here's what's been going on. I have been hugely busy (is that a correct usage of that word? is that a word?) with a really, really big transcript order (1,500 pages) that was due in a very short amount of time (five weeks), and I finally got it done, sans proofreading it on the paper (I'm so anal and I feel guilty, but that alone would have taken me another week). I did proof it to the tape, though - so I know it's beyond mediocre. I might have a missing comma or two, though ::clenching fist, biting it:: So that's done, and now I get to focus on the 2,000-page murder trial transcript I've been putting off, which is due in just over a month! Woo hoo! Oh, the exciting, exciting life of a court reporter...
Ah, but that life might just end soon. No, I'm not talking about committing suicide (although I heard that the lead singer from Boston lit a couple of charcoal briquettes on fire and inhaled the fumes to kill himself? Is this guy a freakin' chemist??). Anyway, as I posted, I believe, I had applied for a job called "Training and Certification Manager" in the newly created Transcript Services Office (and no, neither of those titles should be capitalized). I was super excited about the job, because I think I'd be pretty darn good... so I got called in for an interview, and before that I had to complete a "written exercise" where they pretty much asked the applicant to write out what their plans and ideas were for when they get the job (if they do), and I had to use 10-pt font because I was too excited and wordy for all the answers. I got lots of help from Jay and his dad; they're good at narrowing the scope of stuff. I tend to be too wordy, if you couldn't tell from my rambling. I submitted the exercise, I had my first interview last Friday (one week ago), I interviewed with two people, they seemed to be interested in the fact that I'm actually a court reporter, and they called me back Monday for a second interview, which was held on Wednesday, and I interviewed with the actual manager of the office, and she said she had heard that my first interview went well and that she was excited to meet me (awww). So I think THAT interview went well, as well (well well well!), and she said they'd get back to me "fairly quickly," but as of yet, I haven't heard anything.
I think I'd do a really good job if I got this position, and I'm trying not to get too excited about it because there's always a chance I won't get it.
Speaking of interviews, Jay got onto the "short list" of candidates to be accepted into MassArt!! Weee! He called them today, since he hadn't heard anything (and they were supposed to make decisions late Feb/early March), and the lady said that he should be getting an e-mail about setting up an interview, but Jay couldn't figure out if that meant him specifically, or that it applied to everyone in general. But a few hours later, he checked his e-mail and had received notice that he made the short list, and they want to set up an interview sometime in April! Yay Jay!!
Times, they are a-changin'. Of course, I might not get the new job, Jay might not get into grad school, and we'd still be here in the same spot as we are now, but it feels good to reach for something a little higher than the stuff you're doing now, and to get some positive feedback that you're not crazy for trying to better yourself or get a better position feels great. Sometimes I just don't know what people think of me, and it felt good to hear them say that they were impressed with my ideas and with the way my interview went; and Jay's been waiting for a few months now to hear back about school, not knowing ANYTHING at all about what the school might think of his application, and it made HIM feel great that all his work is paying off and that people respect and acknowledge his skills and talents.
That was a really, really long post, and I've been meaning to shovel the driveway for over 45 minutes now.... so I'm going to go, uh, shovel. Happy St. Patty's Day! Erin Go Bra-less!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
I just... I just don't get it
Okay.
(A) I can't access my bank account onli- - - oh, the page finally loaded. Good.
(B) Now I can't access up-to-date info on our credit card. What the -- arggg
(C) I bought a Treo 700p, it came in the mail, and WHAT THE HELL?? I either hate technology or I hate Sprint, one or the other, or maybe both... Mm-hm, okay, yeah, it's the "I hate Sprint" one. Yeah.
Maybe I'm just not smart. Maybe I'm just not tech-savvy. Y'know, I've always thought of myself as a bright little bulb, but apparently I lack some special super powers of understanding and tolerance when it comes to trying to get answers from customer service people. Really.
::shaking head:: I had been trying for a while to get info on switching over to the Palm Treo. I think you might have read about this. ...long, long story short, I finally talked to some dimwit at Sprint - it was like PULLING TEETH to get any useful information out of her after I had decided I wanted to make the purchase; and now that I have the smartphone device thingy whatever-you-call-it, I try to call Sprint, they have no idea what I'm talking about, they put me on hold for 10 minutes.... and I just... I just... I just can't take it.
I thought technology was supposed to make our lives easier. Right?
At least blogging exists. I can rant and post it and boom, there it is.
Plththhthhhhh.
Oh, p.s. - I have my job interview tomorrow. I tried to buy new clothes to wear. The clothes don't fit. They don't make power suits made for people with the proportions of a 12-year-old girl. Booo hiss! Ninny!!!
(A) I can't access my bank account onli- - - oh, the page finally loaded. Good.
(B) Now I can't access up-to-date info on our credit card. What the -- arggg
(C) I bought a Treo 700p, it came in the mail, and WHAT THE HELL?? I either hate technology or I hate Sprint, one or the other, or maybe both... Mm-hm, okay, yeah, it's the "I hate Sprint" one. Yeah.
Maybe I'm just not smart. Maybe I'm just not tech-savvy. Y'know, I've always thought of myself as a bright little bulb, but apparently I lack some special super powers of understanding and tolerance when it comes to trying to get answers from customer service people. Really.
::shaking head:: I had been trying for a while to get info on switching over to the Palm Treo. I think you might have read about this. ...long, long story short, I finally talked to some dimwit at Sprint - it was like PULLING TEETH to get any useful information out of her after I had decided I wanted to make the purchase; and now that I have the smartphone device thingy whatever-you-call-it, I try to call Sprint, they have no idea what I'm talking about, they put me on hold for 10 minutes.... and I just... I just... I just can't take it.
I thought technology was supposed to make our lives easier. Right?
At least blogging exists. I can rant and post it and boom, there it is.
Plththhthhhhh.
Oh, p.s. - I have my job interview tomorrow. I tried to buy new clothes to wear. The clothes don't fit. They don't make power suits made for people with the proportions of a 12-year-old girl. Booo hiss! Ninny!!!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
I want a moustache, dammit. I wanna look like Burt Reynolds.
Okay, no, I really don't want to look like Burt Reynolds, but I do want a Palm Treo 700p smartphone.
Now, I'm definitely not one to love gadgety-type things like iPods or GPS systems or pagers, but I really think this little gadget will improve my quality of life by at least 30 percent. I've crunched the numbers, people - 30 percent. (I'm still working on the pie chart for it; then I plan on creating a PowerPoint slideshow.)
Anyway, here's my story: I had a Palm PDA for a few years, which was awesome. I kept track of everything on there, and without it, I would forget pretty much everything. I actually used it more to keep track of events passed and details about those events than I did to keep track of future appointments and such. However, the PDA eventually broke. I lost about a years' worth of info when it froze in the middle of a recreational Tetris session, and I, thus, froze in fear, and not knowing what to do (I most certainly didn't want to hit the hard reset button! I knew I would lose everything!), I slowly put it down, slowly backed away, and let the battery run out, hoping that when I recharged it, its equivalent to a brain-freeze would be gone and all would be well. However, when I turned it back on the next morning, it had done its own hard reset, and there was absolutely no info on there. And I had been a bad hot-syncher for a long time, meaning that there was only minimal backed-up info on my Palm Desktop computer program; so I ended up losing a years' worth of stuff. ::biting clenched fist in pain::
And plus, I have a really old cellphone that I hate.
So I want a Palm Treo 700p, not because I think it's a cool gadget that I want to show off to people whom I want to impress, but because my brain doesn't work correctly, and I need an external piece of computerized equipment to compensate for the brain power I lack. If only they could find a way to plug it into people's brains...
Anyway, the thing's expensive. I don't like spending money. I haven't upgraded my cellphone... well, ever. I know that Nextel/Sprint/whoever-the-hell-my-service-is-with offers phone upgrades at certain points during your ongoing subscription. I get confused about all that stuff. I try to figure out the cost of buying a new PDA plus the cost of buying a new cellphone with functionality I actually enjoy. I go to Consumer Reports to see what these 'smartphones' do. (Ooo, I see that the Palm Treo 700p is a best buy!) They say that the price is a random $338. I go to the Palm website to get some info. They tell me I can get the 700p for, I don't know, anywhere between $299 and $649, depending on mail-in rebates and instant savings and what service you buy and blah blah blah. I go to the Nextel/Sprint/whoever-you-are website to get some info. They tell me I can get it for anywhere between $249 and $649 depending on mail-in rebates and instant savings and a new 2-year agreement and blah blah blah. So I'm all confused, and I don't understand how a $650 piece of equipment an somehow magically get reduced by half or more.
Jay takes me to a new little store called iMo. Independent Mobile, I guess. Apparently they can get access to many different carriers and can sell many different services and brands of phones and can serve you free coffee and Coca-Cola. (You had me at "Would you like a Coke?") I was super excited, because the sales guy was very nice, very knowledgeable, and said that he would contact my service provider (whether it be Nextel or Sprint or the Wizard of Oz) to see if I could get access to the "special deals" and rebates and upgrades. Matthew assured me he would either e-mail me the next day or call me with some more info.
I never heard back.
Jay and I went back about a week later and spoke to a different person; this time, a very friendly and sincere young lady named Kate. I like Kates. Always had good experiences with people named Kate. I like where this is going. Kate assured me that she, too, would do the legwork and contact my service provider and see what she could do, but it would take a while. I figured "a while" meant a week; she said, "No, it'll take like 40 minutes, but I don't want you guys to have to wait around that long." So she, too, assured me that she would e-mail me or call me the next day, or in two days, at the latest, with some follow-up info.
Again, I never heard back.
Which brings me to a related, yet slightly tangential, complaint about the issue of accountability. Numerous, numerous times in the past few months (which have been pretty tough for me work-wise), I have been prevented from accomplishing important tasks because the completion of the task requires someone to return a phone call to me. Not just work stuff, but life stuff, doctor stuff, car stuff, etc. And my God, it makes me so angry. I understand the whole Zen philosophy of 'don't have any expectations of others, because if you do, you'll be constantly disappointed' and 'expect nothing, and be pleasantly surprised at something' and all that horse doodie. But come on, I'm not expecting them to get me a $299 Treo 700p or anything! Is it too much to ask to expect people to do the basic requirements of their job? I mean, really? Is it? Because if it is, then man, I need to join some sort of Utopian society.
Anyway, sorry. Yeah. So I would like a Treo 700p, but I'm finding it difficult to figure out how to get it for a decent price. I'm scared to call my cellphone service provider, because I'm not good with remembering when I signed up or what phone Jay has or how many minutes we use or anything, and I'm sure they'll be expecting me to know all that stuff. So here I sit, typing away my woes, and in the meantime, Matthew and Kate are probably drinking free Cokes and not calling customers. ::le sigh::
Now, I'm definitely not one to love gadgety-type things like iPods or GPS systems or pagers, but I really think this little gadget will improve my quality of life by at least 30 percent. I've crunched the numbers, people - 30 percent. (I'm still working on the pie chart for it; then I plan on creating a PowerPoint slideshow.)
Anyway, here's my story: I had a Palm PDA for a few years, which was awesome. I kept track of everything on there, and without it, I would forget pretty much everything. I actually used it more to keep track of events passed and details about those events than I did to keep track of future appointments and such. However, the PDA eventually broke. I lost about a years' worth of info when it froze in the middle of a recreational Tetris session, and I, thus, froze in fear, and not knowing what to do (I most certainly didn't want to hit the hard reset button! I knew I would lose everything!), I slowly put it down, slowly backed away, and let the battery run out, hoping that when I recharged it, its equivalent to a brain-freeze would be gone and all would be well. However, when I turned it back on the next morning, it had done its own hard reset, and there was absolutely no info on there. And I had been a bad hot-syncher for a long time, meaning that there was only minimal backed-up info on my Palm Desktop computer program; so I ended up losing a years' worth of stuff. ::biting clenched fist in pain::
And plus, I have a really old cellphone that I hate.
So I want a Palm Treo 700p, not because I think it's a cool gadget that I want to show off to people whom I want to impress, but because my brain doesn't work correctly, and I need an external piece of computerized equipment to compensate for the brain power I lack. If only they could find a way to plug it into people's brains...
Anyway, the thing's expensive. I don't like spending money. I haven't upgraded my cellphone... well, ever. I know that Nextel/Sprint/whoever-the-hell-my-service-is-with offers phone upgrades at certain points during your ongoing subscription. I get confused about all that stuff. I try to figure out the cost of buying a new PDA plus the cost of buying a new cellphone with functionality I actually enjoy. I go to Consumer Reports to see what these 'smartphones' do. (Ooo, I see that the Palm Treo 700p is a best buy!) They say that the price is a random $338. I go to the Palm website to get some info. They tell me I can get the 700p for, I don't know, anywhere between $299 and $649, depending on mail-in rebates and instant savings and what service you buy and blah blah blah. I go to the Nextel/Sprint/whoever-you-are website to get some info. They tell me I can get it for anywhere between $249 and $649 depending on mail-in rebates and instant savings and a new 2-year agreement and blah blah blah. So I'm all confused, and I don't understand how a $650 piece of equipment an somehow magically get reduced by half or more.
Jay takes me to a new little store called iMo. Independent Mobile, I guess. Apparently they can get access to many different carriers and can sell many different services and brands of phones and can serve you free coffee and Coca-Cola. (You had me at "Would you like a Coke?") I was super excited, because the sales guy was very nice, very knowledgeable, and said that he would contact my service provider (whether it be Nextel or Sprint or the Wizard of Oz) to see if I could get access to the "special deals" and rebates and upgrades. Matthew assured me he would either e-mail me the next day or call me with some more info.
I never heard back.
Jay and I went back about a week later and spoke to a different person; this time, a very friendly and sincere young lady named Kate. I like Kates. Always had good experiences with people named Kate. I like where this is going. Kate assured me that she, too, would do the legwork and contact my service provider and see what she could do, but it would take a while. I figured "a while" meant a week; she said, "No, it'll take like 40 minutes, but I don't want you guys to have to wait around that long." So she, too, assured me that she would e-mail me or call me the next day, or in two days, at the latest, with some follow-up info.
Again, I never heard back.
Which brings me to a related, yet slightly tangential, complaint about the issue of accountability. Numerous, numerous times in the past few months (which have been pretty tough for me work-wise), I have been prevented from accomplishing important tasks because the completion of the task requires someone to return a phone call to me. Not just work stuff, but life stuff, doctor stuff, car stuff, etc. And my God, it makes me so angry. I understand the whole Zen philosophy of 'don't have any expectations of others, because if you do, you'll be constantly disappointed' and 'expect nothing, and be pleasantly surprised at something' and all that horse doodie. But come on, I'm not expecting them to get me a $299 Treo 700p or anything! Is it too much to ask to expect people to do the basic requirements of their job? I mean, really? Is it? Because if it is, then man, I need to join some sort of Utopian society.
Anyway, sorry. Yeah. So I would like a Treo 700p, but I'm finding it difficult to figure out how to get it for a decent price. I'm scared to call my cellphone service provider, because I'm not good with remembering when I signed up or what phone Jay has or how many minutes we use or anything, and I'm sure they'll be expecting me to know all that stuff. So here I sit, typing away my woes, and in the meantime, Matthew and Kate are probably drinking free Cokes and not calling customers. ::le sigh::
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Wowsers! A post!
Hello, all. I've been very distracted by life stuff lately, and as such, have neglected to keep the web community posted as to what's up with Jay and Erin and Abe, or any such order of those proper nouns as you may prefer.
Here's some pics:
This is my most favorite picture of Abe ever. EVER. We went for a walk over at the state park a week or two or three ago (I can't remember!), and I took lots of pics. The reservoir was all frozen over and covered with snow, so you couldn't tell where the land ended and the ice began. I digress... he just looks damn handsome!
During this little walk in the park, if you will, I totally slid down the huge hill that's a dam. The snow had frozen solid so that you could just walk over it without falling through, but the downside to that is if you stand anywhere but flat ground, you slide. I wanted to get a picture of something on the very edge of the hill, and I lost my footing (what footing?) and started to vit-vit-VIIT! down the very steep slope. I screamed, "JAY!!" and he yelled, "HAMMER! HAMMER!" meaning I should hammer my foot or elbow into the ice. As I flew down the hill, I slammed my heel into the ice and stopped myself, and Jay came sliding after me. This pic is taken right after I stopped, and we both couldn't stop laughing, even though I probably could have either broken my neck, or at least gotten some nasty ice burns.
A few more pics from that day:
Another pic of handsome Abe:
Jay got me a four-track recorder for Valentine's Day. Dennis, this might look familiar to you:
I haven't had a chance to actually try it out yet, unfortunately... I've been super, super distracted by work stuff, and I mean DIS-tracted! Woo!
And here's a really cool pic jay took. I like very much:
Anyhoo, I applied for a new job yesterday, and I have an interview next Friday for it. It's a job that's still within the state, and still court-reporting related, but I guess it's called manager of training and certification, or something... It sounds like a brand-new position within a brand-new office, and the person they hire would be in charge of (from what I gather) coming up with testing protocols and training programs for per diem court reporters, transcriptionists, and court recording monitors (and I'm not even sure what a court recording monitor IS, exactly). Actually, they throw around the term "certified court transcriptionist," and maybe I'm just bad at online research, but I couldn't find anything that defines a certified court transcriptionist. Hey, if I get the job, maybe I'LL define it! Ooos...
Jay's been doing lots and lots of stuff around the house - lots of cooking, lots of cleaning, lots of making the bed, lots of doing dishes, even pitching in with laundry! He's been a big help, because I mostly despise all that homemaker stuff and I've been super distracted with work stuff, so he's taken the initiative and done lots of stuff to help out. I can't thank him enough! I'm much better at the whole being bogged down by the nine-to-five job than I am at keeping a nice balance of keeping house and working. I like to throw all my eggs in one basket; that basket currently being work. Jay's got lots of eggs in lots of baskets; those baskets being freelancing, researching, reading, cleaning, cooking, doing dishes, learning, dancing, eating... I could go on.
Here's some pics:
This is my most favorite picture of Abe ever. EVER. We went for a walk over at the state park a week or two or three ago (I can't remember!), and I took lots of pics. The reservoir was all frozen over and covered with snow, so you couldn't tell where the land ended and the ice began. I digress... he just looks damn handsome!
During this little walk in the park, if you will, I totally slid down the huge hill that's a dam. The snow had frozen solid so that you could just walk over it without falling through, but the downside to that is if you stand anywhere but flat ground, you slide. I wanted to get a picture of something on the very edge of the hill, and I lost my footing (what footing?) and started to vit-vit-VIIT! down the very steep slope. I screamed, "JAY!!" and he yelled, "HAMMER! HAMMER!" meaning I should hammer my foot or elbow into the ice. As I flew down the hill, I slammed my heel into the ice and stopped myself, and Jay came sliding after me. This pic is taken right after I stopped, and we both couldn't stop laughing, even though I probably could have either broken my neck, or at least gotten some nasty ice burns.
A few more pics from that day:
Another pic of handsome Abe:
Jay got me a four-track recorder for Valentine's Day. Dennis, this might look familiar to you:
I haven't had a chance to actually try it out yet, unfortunately... I've been super, super distracted by work stuff, and I mean DIS-tracted! Woo!
And here's a really cool pic jay took. I like very much:
Anyhoo, I applied for a new job yesterday, and I have an interview next Friday for it. It's a job that's still within the state, and still court-reporting related, but I guess it's called manager of training and certification, or something... It sounds like a brand-new position within a brand-new office, and the person they hire would be in charge of (from what I gather) coming up with testing protocols and training programs for per diem court reporters, transcriptionists, and court recording monitors (and I'm not even sure what a court recording monitor IS, exactly). Actually, they throw around the term "certified court transcriptionist," and maybe I'm just bad at online research, but I couldn't find anything that defines a certified court transcriptionist. Hey, if I get the job, maybe I'LL define it! Ooos...
Jay's been doing lots and lots of stuff around the house - lots of cooking, lots of cleaning, lots of making the bed, lots of doing dishes, even pitching in with laundry! He's been a big help, because I mostly despise all that homemaker stuff and I've been super distracted with work stuff, so he's taken the initiative and done lots of stuff to help out. I can't thank him enough! I'm much better at the whole being bogged down by the nine-to-five job than I am at keeping a nice balance of keeping house and working. I like to throw all my eggs in one basket; that basket currently being work. Jay's got lots of eggs in lots of baskets; those baskets being freelancing, researching, reading, cleaning, cooking, doing dishes, learning, dancing, eating... I could go on.
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