rachelpink rides the bus

My Brother. . .

. . . is talented. He's an artist but he's been hiding it for years and years.

I had him do some super-secret (well, for me at least. only 8 people know.) drawings for a book proposal I'm planning. Each one is better and more hysterical than the last.

Argh. Maybe we can be a brother/sister artist/writer team. That would be an ironic end to it all. But maybe. . .

Freelance = Fun

Tonight's the night for the student film festival premiere that I've been helping organize since I left my last job. Everything will be fine--but I still have been up since 6 fearing that I've forgotten to account for something. Too late now! It's also one of my coworkers last days at work. It's sad to see her go because, well, she's done a kick-ass job. I'm taking over several of her authors and they all loved her. That makes my job easier (and a little harder too, but let's think about the full and not the empty.

Ever Sound Proof a Cubicle?

I tried to call my nephew at work today. When his FL grandma told me he was napping I hung up after the requisite pleasantries.

My cube neighbor, the woman who sits behind me, turned around and said, "You call your nephew every day!" She wasn't being critical, she thought it was nice.

But that's not what bothered me. I just kind of figured that my behind-the-cube neighbor really couldn't hear me on the phone. Apparently she can.

It's nuts for anyone in a job that requires lots of phone talk to sit in a cube. It's dispiriting. If people can hear my personal calls, fine. But I really don't need anyone hearing me make an embarassing pitch to an editor or producer.

Work, work, work--it's hard to figure out the politics at my new office. Everything is determined by a committee. No one seems to act alone. Ever. Sometimes I think I should ask permission to go to lunch. Did I mention no one ever seems to go to lunch? There's so much desk eating.

Many pluses though. No working late, yet. Nice funny officemates. Good authors (so far I'm 4 for 4 on the nice front). And some really truly honestly good books that I will be proud to work on. NYT bestsellers and shizzit. Sweet.

Dinner and a Laugh

It's Tuesday, so it's date night. We met Cafe Colonial since Caren and I were  headed to Sob Stories at The Marquee.  We had good times and a good dinner. I will not elaborate since Caren says I write too much about food.

Then Caren and I had a drink at Marion's--french martinis--while we waited for the show. I never had a french martini. It was seriously strong. The buzz was on.

Sob Stories was funny--a great value for $5, I heartily recommend it. Kambri's BF Christian was the MC and he was v. v. funny. He had a joke about living wills that cracked me up--especially since I spent yesterday printing mine out at work. The theme of the evening was getting older and all the comedians were spot-on funny. Caren and I laughed lots.

I saw Kambri before we left. She introduced us to Christian--strange because I feel like I already knew him. I'll see them both again at the film fest on thursday. Oh what a night that will be. . . . I've got big plans for the 2 hours of the screening. Those plans involve drinking and knitting needles.

Knitting Wet and Tired

Caren and I had our last knitting class last night. We were soaked by the time we got there. Nothing like knitting while damp. I finished, for all intents and purposes, the baby sweater. I still need to figure out how to crochet the edge. I should have practiced in front of the teacher, but I was more worried about making nice seams. I think I've got the seam thing down--the trick is patience. But when I got home and started the crochet I got completely frustrated and gave up.

I need to' dry my hair, so better sign off. Again I'm awfully tired today. Yesterday was so bad I started nodding off at lunch while sitting in the corporate library. They have oversize pillows in the window and I was so tempted to grab one and snuggle up. I had 6 cups of coffee a can of coke--and it didn't even touch the tiredness. I have a dr's appointment later in the month. . . maybe she can tell me what's wrong. I've been getting 7 hours of sleep, but I guess it's not sound sleep? Whatever it is, it's starting to make me feel loopy. More loopy than usual.

Wait! I just went on CNN.com to check out the news and they had a sleep story. Creepy.

She Works For Her Money

Notice that I omitted "hard" from the title.

Can you believe it? Today I had some titles assigned to me. And they're good ones. Two books that I really honestly loved reading, and a kick-ass licensed property that's snarky and funny.

That and I started living the budget life on this rainy Monday. I'm tracking all of my expenses. Here's the total so far:

25 cents   New York Post

$2.99       Soda and Pirate's Booty

I've been drinking free office coffee too. And it's not so bad. Not so good either.

Budgets are tricky monsters. This is the longest I've lasted on one. I have a little notebook called, "Rachel's Little Yellow Notebook" expressly for the purpose of recording every dollar I spend and everything I eat. There's also a line for "mood." Today I wrote "sleepy."

Eggs

What a blur of a weekend--and now a rainy monday.

During the course of the weekend I:
Reorganized 2 kitchen and 2 misc. closets (thanks to a run to the Container Store)
Read a little
Almost finished Delaney's sweater
Organized my yarn stash
Went home for Easter
Ate lots and lots of ham
Set-up new computer
Visited greenmarket

And now to work.

Hoppy Easter

Headed off to Long Island this afternoon for HAM. Mmmm. And some quality time with the fam.
If this is your holiday, have a lovely lovely day.

As If It's Ever So Easy

Despite my glee at blogging from the couch, I went to be last night mad at my ibook. As it turns out, something was messed up with my airport and I was really getting online through one of my neighbors connections. Bummer.

But this morning I got back some of my Apple mojo and figured it out. And now I'm online. And I've named my wireless network: Rachel's Unicorn Network.

Sweet. Now despite having other things to do, I'd like to spend the day screwing around on my computer. Hot damn.

Coming At You Live From the Couch

This is my first dispatch from the new ibook. Wow is she a cutie. And while the wireless networking was a bitch to set up, it's all AOK now. Hence this post from the couch.

Now I need to think of a name for this puppy. . . That's it! I will name her Chompers in honor of my best and most favorite dog in the world.

Wow, it's already making me smarter!