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October 31, 2006

Grumpy Halloween

Happy Halloween. You know, Halloween is usually my favorite holiday because it has nothing to do with religious pretense or spending large amounts of money on crap - and it incorporates Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. However, this year I just cannot summon the energy to get into it. Maybe my mood will improve later. Melissa's boyfriend, Jeff and his roommates are moving into their new apartment on the Lower East Side tonight and I'm sure they'll want to take in a bit of the New York Halloween scene - the Greenwich Village parade, etc. Perhaps I could rally for that? I dunno. Vicky and I always used to go see Ethan's band, Redtime, on Halloween, but I haven't heard of any gig happening. Waaaah. I have to squeeze in a Whateverradio recap at some point, too, so we'll see what happens later.

Yesterday was an absolute disaster here at Bloomie's. Incompetence reached peaks of enormous proportions. I can't get into it because it'll just bore you all, but I did compare notes with Melissa last night - she's been dealing with similar degrees of inefficiency and incompetence at her own place of work. We discussed the fact that the ratio of people who suck and can't make an effin decision to save their lives to intelligent, proactive, useful people is TOO BIG. And, somehow, the people who suck always make it to the upper echelons of management. Why is this, you may ask? Well, it's because the proactive, useful people get discouraged and disgruntled after years of dealing with the people who suck and they just throw up their hands and give up. Their initial inclination to be proactive gives way to a who-gives-a-f#&@ attitude and then this becomes a pattern that is difficult to escape from. The idiots make it to management because they just don't know any better and no one else can be bothered. Generally speaking, the most qualified people are not in positions of power because they are too intimidated by the big picture. Of course this is not universally true. People like FDR, Bill Gates, Churchill, Martin Luther King, Steve Jobs, Rupert Murdoch and Martha Stewart (yes, I know that's a bizarre list...it's off the top of my bizarre head) were/are strong, creative decision makers who rose/rise above the mediocre as well as those of us who didn't/don't have the strength or ambition to affect change (I think I shall include myself in the latter category) - but is that IT?

And why is it that the majority of people in power cannot make decisions anyway? Come ON already! Hemming and hawing and changing things at the last minute and blah blah blah. Yes, changing and editing is good, when necessary. But it often seems that managers change things just to make sure everyone knows who the boss is. Booooring. A good manager knows when they should NOT change something. You know, if I worked for a competent individual, I'd move the world for them...I know I would. As it stands, I would like to DROP an effing planet on these corporate bosses' heads.

Hmmmm... I think we just figured out why I am not in the mood for Halloween this year! Who needs therapy when you've got a BLOG. Thanks for letting me vent!

October 26, 2006

Ricardo made me do it...

So I'm at work (Bloomie's), and Ricardo just sent me new copy for his "Ramblings" column to the right. Turns out said copy is kind of time-stamped, because he mentioned that he and I are playing in our first round of softball playoffs for the National Bank of Canada tomorrow. I feel obligated to post his copy because it is time sensitive and NOW I feel obligated to include my OWN new copy because if you think it's MY same entry from October 18, you'll assume that Rico's ramblings have not changed either and you won't read his gorgeous prose. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the three of you that check this are thinking, "I was SO not caring either way...I was just bored at work and logged on just to watch the Volvo commercial again." Yeah...don't deny it.

Still working like a dog... Who came up with that saying anyway? Vicky is taking care of a big fat pug dog named Frank, and he certainly doesn't do any work. He just hauls his butt up on Vicky's bed and snores all day. Maybe we should change it - say something like "still working like a prarie dog" (they are a pretty busy breed) or "still working like a sled dog." Alert the lame phrase people, we have a CHANGE! Yeah, so...almost blew my damn brains out last week - no sleep, Bloomingdale's work driving me up the wall, etc. Boring.

Was in Little Neck last night to have dinner with my parents and Liz and Chuck - dear family friends I have not seen in 5 years. (Pictures to come, once I get my act together.) It was great to see them. Liz is a big fan of the blog and she mentioned this fact over dinner. My mother told the story of how she didn't read the blog because of the Christmas entry. I told her the Christmas entry had since been removed from the site. It was quite clear that the 2006 Christmas blog was and will always be a point of contention, so I just dropped the subject. Anyway, seeing Liz and Chuck again made me realize how much I missed them, so it will NOT be 5 years before I see them again. (Didya "hear" that one, Lizzeeee?)

I was also in Little Neck over the weekend and, for the life of me, I cannot remember why. (That's my Alzheimer's creeping in...and I'm serious...my grandmother has it and I already have her high cholesterol and every other annoying genetic malfunction she has so you KNOW I'm getting the big A. I'm not making light of it, I'm just sayin'...hang out with me while I STILL KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) OMG - duh...It was Simone's baby shower...how the HELL could I forget THAT? Simone was my first best friend. We've known each other for 25 years. TWENTY FIVE YEARS. Holy crap. That's a long time. Anyway, Simone's having a little baby (what? as opposed to a gigantic baby?) and I hung out with her and her mom for HOURS. Yours truly was yapping the whole time. Big surprise. It was great to catch up with them, too. I haven't seen Simone since my fabulous 30th birthday bash. Sinful. I usually do an excellent job keeping in touch with people but this paragraph says that I am a sucky friend. Oh well, we'll blame it on the Alzheimer's.

Okay, I think that's enough for now. I must get back to my housewares ad. All-Clad® cookware copy waits for no one. Ta-ra!

October 18, 2006

What's the story?

Hey guys...been busy again. I know, blah blah blah. Can I just vent for a moment!? If you read this site regularly, there's a good chance you may have heard this story already (sorry!) but - Why is it that of the FIVE copywriters at Bloomingdale's, the one who is only in the office 3 1/2 days a week has the hugest workload? I mean, WTF? How does that help anyone? It sucks for me, obviously, but how does it help Bloomingdale's if ads that are on-deadline are rotting in a corner on the FREELANCER'S desk because some idiot can't read a post-it on my computer screen that says, "Out Today". It's also really annoying that I'm expected to double-check to see if what the buyers tell me to change/correct should actually BE changed/corrected. What happened to people actually doing their OWN jobs. I have no time to babysit other professionals. Do your job, people!

Ok...I feel better now. So, last Friday, Ellen, Melissa, Amanda and I went to see the Indigo Girls at Radio City Music Hall. Although we were a little disappointed with the girls' chosen set list (why must they ALWAYS play "Rosalynn" and NEVER play "Hope Alone" or "Strange Fire"...wah), they played the obligatory "Power of Two", "Closer to Fine" and "Galileo", so we were happy little hoarse campers by the time it was all over. Their new CD, Despite our Differences, is pretty damn good, BTW. Check out the very fun song they do with Pink, "Rock and Roll Heaven's Gate" and imagine me air drumming my little heart out to it, because that's what happens every. time. I. hear. it. (Loser).

Sunday morning, I went with Vicky, Sarah and Sarah's adorable little 6-year-old, Xander, to see Brooke in her newest incarnation - Mary Alice, the somewhat dense, lovable fairy sidekick to Lori in Lori Lori, What's the Story,a traveling kids show of sorts. Think Romper Room meets the Magic Garden. She was pretty hilarious and all the kids were really into the whole thing. And Xander had a huge crush on Brooke by the end of it all, even though he was trying desperately NOT to be into the whole thing because he is, after all, 6 years old.

After the show, I ventured to the Upper West side to visit with Barrie, Bill and little Will. We had a nice l lunch and then went to the park for an hour or so. Kids are pretty damn funny - it's interesting to watch their interactions with each other. You can tell immediately who the quiet, dork is gonna be and who is going to be the center of attention. It's kind of sad sometimes, when you just know the kid's gonna face years of harrassment at the hands of obnoxious peers. Luckily, Will will not, because...well, I just know. He's already got a good throwing arm, too...and that bodes well for our baseball lessons. Here is well-adjusted Will:

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Speaking of well-adjusted young ones, Dana sent me a Halloween card thingy that had Cecelia dressed as Yoda. It was the cutest frickin' thing ever. I have to share:

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The Mets are playing their do-or-die game tonight so I'm kind of watching it right now. Jose Reyes hit a lead off home run to start things off. Nice. Just to keep things somewhat Yankee, let me just say again - GO WILLIE RANDOLPH! Actually, I just really hope the Mets win because I want a Mets/Tigers series. If the Cards make it through, it'll be so boring.

Anyway...I guess I will get off this damn computer now...I've been on it doing recaps and photo resizing for whateverradio.com and the like for hours today and my eyes are burning. Gotta go to Bloomie's tomorrow morning (Thursday - TODAY, for most of you) so I need to chill out and do NOTHING for a while before the onslaught of the idiocy begins again.

October 13, 2006

What Bobby McFerrin said...

Hey, it's Friday the 13th. How 'bout that? Who is superstitious? I don't have the attention span to be superstitious so it is not a problem for me. I've been M.I.A. again because I've been working at Bloomie's and recapping for whateverraadio.com. Log on and check out the 'shows' page and you can see what's going on.

So, since we last 'spoke' the weather has turned crisp and cool! I played softball last weekend with the Park Slope girls and couldn't WALK for three days afterwards. WTF is up with that? Not only is my brain incapable of retaining information, my body is also incapable of remembering that I PLAYED SOFTBALL 2 OR 3 TIMES A WEEK FOR 5 MONTHS. Geez... It was really horrible to have to gimp around Bloomingdale's. The printers are about a friggin football field away from my desk and I have way more than my fair share of Office Space printer moments that result in me having to journey ALL the way back to my cubicle to hit PRINT again. Exhausting...and boring.

I went to see Carol and Mike's new little girl, Angela, last weekend. She slept and ate for hours and hours...LUCKY. She is an adorable combo of Carol and Mike...I can't tell who she looks like. Maybe you can:

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So yeah...got to meet Angie and watched the Yanks lose to Detroit at Carol's house. It was quite painful. Oh and speaking of the Yankees, OMG about Cory Lidle. I seriously cannot believe what happened! What are the odds of that plane accident involving someone you know of and a NY Yankee at that...it's too tragic for words. The other guy, the flight instructor, that died had a kid on the way, I think. I am just glad that no one else on the ground was killed. That poor woman whose apartment took the brunt of the impact had burns on 15% of her body. Yeesh. A horrible thing...also terrible is the fact that the damn plane got that close to a building in NYC without being detected. So - you can't bring shampoo on a plane, but you can FLY a damn plane, sans flight plan, just a few yards away from city cuildings. Comforting. This is why there is actually no point in worrying about ANYTHING. If something is going to happen, it's just going to happen, whether you have been worrying about it or not.

In better baseball news, the Mets won last night. Just as an FYI, I'm watching because I am curious and because I love baseball, I am not rejecting my Yankees for their very DISAPPOINTING loss to Detroit. (I am incredibly happy that Joe is staying on as manager, too.) Anyway, I didn't see the whole game because I was watching Six Degrees, this new show I really like on ABC. I did catch the last three outs of the game and 2nd baseman Valentin made a very Jeter-esque defensive play to make the second out. The thing is, the throw was a one-hopper to the first baseman, and I was thinking that Jeter makes that play from SHORTSTOP on NO-HOP. Basically, Jeter's superman status was confirmed once again - in my mind, anyway. Yeah so, even when it's about the Mets, it's about the Yankees. Go Wille Randolph!

Alrighty...gonna go enjoy this crisp day and get some things done around here. No Bloomie's today! And Ellen, Melissa and I are going to see the Indigo Girls later at Radio City. Good times. Have great weekends, everyone!

October 06, 2006

Postcards from Jakarta

It's been about three weeks and I haven't updated the blog. Donna wrote in to complain that she was bored in Jakarta and when she logged in, she was supremely disappointed to find that I had not updated this site. I'm sorry, D! So let's get back to the fact that Donna is in JAKARTA. Jakarta! She is there with her architectural firm. (Because in addition to being a pilot, writer and photographer, Donna has to show us all up and also be a fabulous architect... WHATEVER). You'll never hear something like, "I'm in Milwaukee on business..." come out of Donna's mouth. She is always in Kuwait or Dubai or some other land that has lots of vowels in the name.

I've pretty much been M.I.A. because I've been working on Alexis and Jennifer's website whateverraadio.com. Go check it out. I've been content editing, recapping shows and posting pictures and the like, in addition to working at Bloomie's, so I haven't had any free time and I only just recently got more than 4 hours of sleep in an evening - last night! I'm absolutely not complaining... it's good to be busy, Bloomie's isn't too torturous, and y'all know I love working on websites. I'm just explaining why you've been neglected!

The BIG news I have is that Carol and Mike had their baby! A girl! My softball roster is almost complete! Angela Ann McDonough was born on Friday, September 28. She was 8 lbs 6 ozs and 21 and 1/2 inches, says Mike. Why do people get so specific with those size stats? Maybe it's to remind men around the world that they should be respecting their wives/girlfriends/mothers just a leeeetle bit more. It's as heavy as a damn bowling ball, for God's sake! And a bowling ball doesn't have squirming arms and legs - certainly something to think about. More power to you, Dana, Kate and Carol...ouch. Anyway, here is a picture of the little munchkin:

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Last night I went to this excellent restaurant with Vicky and BFF, In Vino. The wine was to-die-for, as was the cheeeeeeeeeese. Beyond tasty. I haven't seen BFF in ages, so it was great to catch up. We wandered around the E. Village for a minute, where I snapped the ever so come-hither picture of La Victoi that is to the left and then we went to this little dive bar, because BFF has a friend on every corner in NYC that he "pops in" to say hi to. BFF is truly the mayor of the Lower East Side. Anyway, to amuse ourselves at this bar, Vicky and I proceeded to take a ton of pictures of ourselves, all of which we thought were DISGUSTING and deleted, save for one. See below...and I'm not referring to the pic of our grandpa shoes & socks. Isn't that GROSS!? We were sitting there and I looked at our shoes and saw we were both wearing the most manly brown shoes with thin black socks! All we were missing were pipes, wrinkly faces, mean grimaces and a cranky "When I was your age..." story and Milton Berle would have nothing on us. Milton Berle? WTF?! Where the hell did that come from? My mind is a scary place.

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Gotta go find something to eat, but before I go, let me just say GO YANKEEEEEEEEES! Hope you are all watching the games and aren't distracted by the football!!! Have great weekends.