Day 1: Started with 15 minutes of sun salutations, 15 minutes of core exercise and a wonderful breakfast of organic coffee, organic corn flakes, organic milk, organic banana, and organic cherries. My new years resolution is to eat organic foods. I find it absolutely ridiculous that I have to put "organic" in front of all these items. I mean, come on food should be organic. Food (should) = from the earth, thus = organic. Remember: If a = b and b= c, then a=c. Well someone messed this up big time. Really big. If I could write a letter calling on a resignation, I would on this. After breakfast, conversation with the roommate M. I jumped into the shower and pressed play on my snazzy iPod boom box (best Christmas present ever, besides that coffee mug that I accidently left in Longmont, CO). I shower ever morning to Bill Withers: Lovely Day. Pause. Yes, you read that correctly. I also brush my teeth everyday to Bill Withers: Lean on Me. And I like to sing to both songs, which is difficult because I don't know all the words and on the latter song (which I did sing in a quartet in 4th grade), I do know, but typically have a toothbrush in my way so singing is really difficult and comes out all gargled and what not.
Leaving the homestead I headed downtown to a temp agency where I met with two women that spoke too quickly and must really hate their jobs right now. Finding people jobs in this economy seems tough. I was sympathetic. My resume needs to be dumbed down, was their feedback. I saw that one coming a mile away. They were also a little shocked that I wasn't interested in a career. Nope, no gracias. I know what I want to do. Temping is not it. Being the president, yes. I guess they are not use to that kind of honesty. Oh, the office was hilarious. I studied art in college. Art History to be exact. Their office building was designed to look like an add on to Versailles. Yes, the French Versailles. I think it could have been the mother in law quarters or something. The very last room built on in the very back of the house, next to the slave quarters or something.
It was constructed with modern materials, with lots of landscaped corporate art hanging on the walls, chandeliers, elevator music, "gold" framed mirrors and decorative columns in the corinthian order (Thank-You Prof. Hewling). One of my biggest pet peeves is the usage of decorative columns. Let's be clear here: columns are a structural devise. They should be used for this purpose. Let's take it to the next level even: They were designed to carry weight. A column on the wall, is just I don't know - ironic? Insulting? Hollywood fake?
In the end, it just is in poor taste to slap fake columns up inside of a gilded room. Let me think of a modern day analogy. Okay, let's use the iPod. It's function is to play music. Now it would be really strange to walk into a club, or bar and see many iPods taped to the wall with musical notes drawn around them. Not the best parallel, but I think I've made my point. It was cheesy, I tried not to laugh (and had to bite down on my bottom lip) as Pachelbel's Cannon in D came on. I'm sorry Vitruvious, this staffing group is not a master of space.
After le tour de temp agency I headed on over to a great establishment on Charles Street where I bought new running shoes. I ran a 5K on Sunday. I am a runner. Get the picture of Lance Armstrong or Jesse Owens out of your mind. I'm more like the Katie Holmes of runners. I will finish the race. Afterwards I'll wear heels and drink at a party. Actually, that's only partially true as well. Whatever, I run. I want to be better, and I run everyday. These are the important things to note. I have needed new shoes for awhile. I've had a pair of Nike's that have been killing my right foot. I ran this race on Sunday, and decided that there was/is something different about my feet and I need them professionally checked out (especially if I'm going to take my running up to the next level). Come to find out, I'm over pronated in my right foot. Surprise! You've given birth to a half - mexican, half-straight, goofy boarding, half - pronated baby girl. I should put that on a personal ad. I wasn't shocked. But I have some sweet new Asics as a result. Took em out for 2.0 miles at Bally's and no hurting feet! Yes! Oh, over pronation means my foot rolls in as I run. I think it also may mean that I'm flat footed in my right foot, but I'm not ready to accept that yet, so I'm going to ignore it for now.
I then took a trip to Whole Foods, to stock up on some free samples and a Neti Pot. I ate my pre-packed all organic sandwich and clementines with the other lunchers (read, I spent $1.00 on my lunch, they spent $6.99 / pound on theirs), and headed back to the other side of the river where I got my first Cambridge library card.
Library's are awesome. I will need to report live from there at some point. They attract a diverse crowd, and librarians are precious. I have glasses that make me look like a librarian. I worked in a library for four years. I know more about the library than the library staff care to have the public know. For instance, I've got the dewey decimal system memorized. If I want to check out the Joy of Sex, I know exactly where it is: 323.5. Let's just say my parent's didn't want to give me the birds and the bees conversation and I didn't want to hear it from them either. Oh the library! Anyhow, I checked out a few DVDs, CDs, books and two museum passes: MFA and JFK here I come!
The man at the circulation desk was precious and dear, yellow cable knit sweater, rounded glasses, sixty five ish. He didn't have the best communication and customer service skills, but I forgave him for it because he was just so darn cute. It broke my heart to see him leave the library for a smoke break after he helped me. He's the kind of person I want to stick around for longer than a date with lung cancer. Oh my way back from the library I decided to create this.
Now here I am, with lots of options of things to do, and I couldn't be a happier camper.
No comments:
Post a Comment