I am going to start this post with a little bit of knowledge (or lack there of) that I have acquired this evening. I will start with the lineup of television shows I have subjected myself to this evening. It all started with the Flavor of Love (III) Casting special. Now mind you, there is nothing that I appreciate more, than a little trash tv. I, will admit to that. And I will admit to that with no hesistation. I could watch the trash on MTV & VH1 all day long, for days on end. While, I feel that i lose brain cells, by the millions, per hour of this trash that I watch, I watch it. Trash tv is my anti-drug.
H'okay, so I start to watch the Flavor of Love casting special. I suppose a small explanation for those of you who have not seen this would be in order. Safari (a classy [oober classy former competitor]), travels the country with the casting directors from the show and tries to find new women for Flavor-Flav to mack on in his third try to find the worlds classiest woman to marry him. And by classy, i mean trashy. Super--SUPER--trashy.
So, I imed one of my coworkers, Charlotte, to tell her to turn it on. She refused. She was watching Throwdown with Bobby Flay, they were making chocolate chip cookies. Char, still has all of her brain cells + some. I am at -1,472,385 cells.
So, I came to a really good solid conclusion in the midst of this episode, that everyone in my department at Facebook should have to watch this episode. I think that it would allow us to gain a greater appreciation for the general population. The pure stupidity, that is our nation...that are our users. So, for those of you at Facebook--who read this post, god bless your souls: go watch the repeat on vh1.com. You will suddently understand where I am coming from. TV-1, Krista-0. New season starts tomorrow. Get ready.
Then, Brett Michaels attempts to find his Rock of Love. It never ceases to amaze me, that it is possible to find so many trashy women, willing to go on national television and ruin their lives and reputations. Bah--give me a couple more years of watching these things and I too, will be so devoid of brain cells, that I may consider it. I waste my weekends watching trash tv, perhaps instead i should go look for a husband before my brain just rots to mush. meh...overrated. So, while these episodes were fairly tame, in comparison to some of the others I have seen, the lack of class and poise just never ceases to amaze me. TV-3, Krista-0.
So now, I continue to mush by brain, Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant. Theyre in Vegas, which will be my next fun big trip. Following Portland this weekend, Orlando in two weeks, Justines Graduation in May and the shore in July. Maybe September. Must walk away....must walk away. Bah! I cant find my remote, lost in the mess of couch coushins/my queen size comfortor, which has moved to the couch with me today. Now i have subjected myself to My Fair Brady (Maybe Baby.) I really need to find that remote. TV-5, Krista-0 [minus 1 remote]
I'm sick, kinda. Thus, the comfortor on the couch. Last night, I got a migrane. I don't think i have had a migrane since the summer after my freshman year of college. I layed on the floor. Ashley fed me tylenol. Shes a good roomate. Today, I woke up with heartburn. Who, at 23 years old, has heartburn. For a few minutes, I thought i was having a heart attack. I got on WebMd, that was not the case. I ate some tums. I feel better, sorta. On top of that nonsense, today, Mia bought me a bag of Piarates Booty. For those of you who dont know, Pirates Booty is this fun organic puffed rice/corn stuff, cheddar flavored, sold at Whole Foods. I have consumed the entire bag. Thats 600 calories of Pirates Booty. My mouth is sore. I suppose an entire bag of anything will do that to you. Gross. Really gross.
So, I suppose the post week wrap-up, outlook is in order. This past week was great. Monday night, my coworker Jenny and I went to see the Grateful Dead. After going to work early and thus getting out early, we drove up to San Francisco and parked the car. Jenny went for a run, because its 65* here, and Kathleen (her roomate and another coworker) and I went to Haight/Ashbury shopping/for dinner. I will say, I love the Haight. It is my kind of neighborhood. We saw a 60 year old man on a bicycle get arressted for smoking the wacky weed. He does not have trash tv as his anti-drug. After some shopping, we hit up this cool little place for Sangria and dinner. Post dinner, Jenny, another friend of hers and I made our way down to the Warfield for the Dead show. The willcall line was a mile long....literally a mile long. We got some sparks, rocked out with the hippies on the street, met a nice guy from Kansas, and got to experience the dead the way it should be :) in San Fran! The show, was AWESOME.
Tuesday, was Fat Tuesday. I called my Bobcie (Polish word from Gramma) to see if she was making donuts. She wasnt, but then again, she just had a double bipass, so i guess we can excuse her. She reminded me I had to go to church and give something up for lent. I suppose, it was a good thing she reminded me. Fat Tuesday was a ball, pretty low key in comparison to many of the nights of nonsense we've had. Came home early, got some rest, went to church, got my ashes and I'm all set to go.
Friday, Mia and I went back up to San Fran for the night. Hit up some pretty swanky places, not my style so much, but still nice. And then....to a karyoke bar. FANTASTIC. :) Makes me happy lol. Fun night, its great to start to actually do things out here. We've got it rolling and hopefully will keep it up.
So, this week. Friday, I am heading to Portland with my coworker Nandini. After telling her no, no, no, no, no, i am not going to Portland for a weekend. I gave in. So to Portland we go. I am, super psyched after realzing one of my friends from high school lives there. So super psyched to see you ryan!
I come back on Monday night. WOrk Tuesday/Weds. Off Thurs/Friday. Work Saturday-Thursday in the office and then, it is off to Orlando with Ellyn & Kyle for 11 days. I also get to see Justine on this trip, which will be very nice, since I havent seen her since christmas.
I suppose, I am done rambling for the evening. I have gone too far lol.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The inspiration for the dipdive.com video
This, is Obamas concession speech from New Hampshire, and the inspiration for the video which can be found at www.dipdive.com.
______________________________________________________________________
A few weeks ago, no one imagined that we'd have accomplished what we
did here tonight. For most of this campaign, we were far behind, and
we always knew our climb would be steep.
But in record numbers, you came out and spoke up for change. And with
your voices and your votes, you made it clear that at this moment - in
this election - there is something happening in America.
There is something happening when men and women in Des Moines and
Davenport; in Lebanon and Concord come out in the snows of January to
wait in lines that stretch block after block because they believe in
what this country can be.
There is something happening when Americans who are young in age and
in spirit - who have never before participated in politics - turn out
in numbers we've never seen because they know in their hearts that
this time must be different.
There is something happening when people vote not just for the party
they belong to but the hopes they hold in common - that whether we are
rich or poor; black or white; Latino or Asian; whether we hail from
Iowa or New Hampshire, Nevada or South Carolina, we are ready to take
this country in a fundamentally new direction. That is what's
happening in America right now. Change is what's happening in
America.
You can be the new majority who can lead this nation out of a long
political darkness - Democrats, Independents and Republicans who are
tired of the division and distraction that has clouded Washington; who
know that we can disagree without being disagreeable; who understand
that if we mobilize our voices to challenge the money and influence
that's stood in our way and challenge ourselves to reach for something
better, there's no problem we can't solve - no destiny we cannot
fulfill.
Our new American majority can end the outrage of unaffordable,
unavailable health care in our time. We can bring doctors and
patients; workers and businesses, Democrats and Republicans together;
and we can tell the drug and insurance industry that while they'll get
a seat at the table, they don't get to buy every chair. Not this
time. Not now.
Our new majority can end the tax breaks for corporations that ship our
jobs overseas and put a middle-class tax cut into the pockets of the
working Americans who deserve it.
We can stop sending our children to schools with corridors of shame
and start putting them on a pathway to success. We can stop talking
about how great teachers are and start rewarding them for their
greatness. We can do this with our new majority.
We can harness the ingenuity of farmers and scientists; citizens and
entrepreneurs to free this nation from the tyranny of oil and save our
planet from a point of no return.
And when I am President, we will end this war in Iraq and bring our
troops home; we will finish the job against al Qaeda in Afghanistan;
we will care for our veterans; we will restore our moral standing in
the world; and we will never use 9/11 as a way to scare up votes,
because it is not a tactic to win an election, it is a challenge that
should unite America and the world against the common threats of the
twenty-first century: terrorism and nuclear weapons; climate change
and poverty; genocide and disease.
All of the candidates in this race share these goals. All have good
ideas. And all are patriots who serve this country honorably.
But the reason our campaign has always been different is because it's
not just about what I will do as President, it's also about what you,
the people who love this country, can do to change it.
That's why tonight belongs to you. It belongs to the organizers and
the volunteers and the staff who believed in our improbable journey
and rallied so many others to join.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no
matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can withstand the
power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will
only grow louder and more dissonant in the weeks to come. We've been
asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against
offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been
anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible
odds; when we've been told that we're not ready, or that we shouldn't
try, or that we can't, generations of Americans have responded with a
simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.
Yes we can.
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the
destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail
toward freedom through the darkest of nights.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and
pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the
ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and
prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this
world. Yes we can.
And so tomorrow, as we take this campaign South and West; as we learn
that the struggles of the textile worker in Spartanburg are not so
different than the plight of the dishwasher in Las Vegas; that the
hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are
the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we
will remember that there is something happening in America; that we
are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people;
we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter
in America's story with three words that will ring from coast to
coast; from sea to shining sea - Yes. We. Can.
______________________________________________________________________
A few weeks ago, no one imagined that we'd have accomplished what we
did here tonight. For most of this campaign, we were far behind, and
we always knew our climb would be steep.
But in record numbers, you came out and spoke up for change. And with
your voices and your votes, you made it clear that at this moment - in
this election - there is something happening in America.
There is something happening when men and women in Des Moines and
Davenport; in Lebanon and Concord come out in the snows of January to
wait in lines that stretch block after block because they believe in
what this country can be.
There is something happening when Americans who are young in age and
in spirit - who have never before participated in politics - turn out
in numbers we've never seen because they know in their hearts that
this time must be different.
There is something happening when people vote not just for the party
they belong to but the hopes they hold in common - that whether we are
rich or poor; black or white; Latino or Asian; whether we hail from
Iowa or New Hampshire, Nevada or South Carolina, we are ready to take
this country in a fundamentally new direction. That is what's
happening in America right now. Change is what's happening in
America.
You can be the new majority who can lead this nation out of a long
political darkness - Democrats, Independents and Republicans who are
tired of the division and distraction that has clouded Washington; who
know that we can disagree without being disagreeable; who understand
that if we mobilize our voices to challenge the money and influence
that's stood in our way and challenge ourselves to reach for something
better, there's no problem we can't solve - no destiny we cannot
fulfill.
Our new American majority can end the outrage of unaffordable,
unavailable health care in our time. We can bring doctors and
patients; workers and businesses, Democrats and Republicans together;
and we can tell the drug and insurance industry that while they'll get
a seat at the table, they don't get to buy every chair. Not this
time. Not now.
Our new majority can end the tax breaks for corporations that ship our
jobs overseas and put a middle-class tax cut into the pockets of the
working Americans who deserve it.
We can stop sending our children to schools with corridors of shame
and start putting them on a pathway to success. We can stop talking
about how great teachers are and start rewarding them for their
greatness. We can do this with our new majority.
We can harness the ingenuity of farmers and scientists; citizens and
entrepreneurs to free this nation from the tyranny of oil and save our
planet from a point of no return.
And when I am President, we will end this war in Iraq and bring our
troops home; we will finish the job against al Qaeda in Afghanistan;
we will care for our veterans; we will restore our moral standing in
the world; and we will never use 9/11 as a way to scare up votes,
because it is not a tactic to win an election, it is a challenge that
should unite America and the world against the common threats of the
twenty-first century: terrorism and nuclear weapons; climate change
and poverty; genocide and disease.
All of the candidates in this race share these goals. All have good
ideas. And all are patriots who serve this country honorably.
But the reason our campaign has always been different is because it's
not just about what I will do as President, it's also about what you,
the people who love this country, can do to change it.
That's why tonight belongs to you. It belongs to the organizers and
the volunteers and the staff who believed in our improbable journey
and rallied so many others to join.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no
matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can withstand the
power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will
only grow louder and more dissonant in the weeks to come. We've been
asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against
offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been
anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible
odds; when we've been told that we're not ready, or that we shouldn't
try, or that we can't, generations of Americans have responded with a
simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.
Yes we can.
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the
destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail
toward freedom through the darkest of nights.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and
pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the
ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and
prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this
world. Yes we can.
And so tomorrow, as we take this campaign South and West; as we learn
that the struggles of the textile worker in Spartanburg are not so
different than the plight of the dishwasher in Las Vegas; that the
hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are
the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we
will remember that there is something happening in America; that we
are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people;
we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter
in America's story with three words that will ring from coast to
coast; from sea to shining sea - Yes. We. Can.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Tonight, I couldn't figure out how to access my own blog. This, is an issue. Clearly, one we have resolved.
Back in action it is, sorry about the long delay between posts, I really must attempt to keep this more updated. One one end of the spectrum, I have posted since November (yisforyup--where are you!?) On the other end, we have my coworker Nandini, who continues to school me with her posts. She can be found at http://scraptheshoulderpads.blogspot.com/ In the event that I disappear again, check her blog for updates on my life.
So, here it is. The past 5 days have been epic, to say the very least. I think it was put best last night when this was said in reference to my department. We have 85 reps, there are 365 days in a year. That, is a birthday about every 4 days. That, will keep you on your toes. I suppose that the birthdays, if nothing else, give me an excuse to go out and do all sorts of fun things that you would never be motivated enough to just do on your own.
Starting Wednesday night, with ice skating, the celebrations began. Now, for those of you who know me well enough, nothing I do, can be done casually. Extreme ice skating anyone? Lets start by saying, ice skating sober, is significantly easier than doing so while drinking. Following Lehigh/Laf weekend, I now have a basis for comparison. Rolling out of Wednesdays ice skating extravaganza, I have the following things to show: a black and blue mark on my knee and a really sore butt from trying to do tricks and falling down. I also have a liver that is beginning to mutate legs from the post skating drink-a-thon with the boys. Included in this trip to the bar, came the realization that I, had infact, been sworn into the game of life. The game of life you may ask? Simple. You can not say the word m.i.n.e. (yes, i had to put those periods in there.) If you manage to use that word, you do ten pushups. You do ten pushups for each offense. Needless to say, that, is a word that we use often. Whose coat is this? Thats m.i.n.e. Why are you using Tessas computer? M.i.n.e. is at home. Whose turn is it? m.i.n.e. Whose? M.i.n.e. damnit. Ugly. It is ugly. So in addition to the bruises from skating and the partially mutated liver, I now have some really sore arms/abs to show. Thank you Wednesday, you were my best friend.
Until Thursday rolled around. Apparently, the birthday every 4 days thing, doesnt actually work that way. Marisa turns a year older. Bowling it is! Bowling you say? I haven't bowled in forever! Yea, me either. When youre old, like we seem to be, you can drink at the bowling alley. Fun! Until someone asks whose turn it is. M.i.n.e.... damnit. Also, until there are two pitchers left, and you and one coworker, and you're not wasting beer. Yet another fantastic adventure in Facebook land. Lots of beer, two games of bowling and i'd say, 30-40 pushups later. We're done bowling. Now, in adding to ice skating battle wounds, i have a sore arm.
Friday afternoon was eventful. Not only did I get news that the Grateful Dead is getting back together to play a benefit show for Obama, sans Jerry obviously. Jerrys will be there, Jerry is always there. I bought two tickets on a snap decision, impulse purchase anyone? $100 later I realize, i have two tickets and no one to go with. I should have kept the ticket and scalped it for 14928x the face value at the venue on Monday night, but someone mentioned the legality of that... meh. So I get up from my desk and sit down next to Mia. She wants to know if I want to go to the city with her. Yea Mia, Ill go to the city with you tonight if you will go to the Grateful Dead show with me on Monday. She agreed. Ten minutes later, another coworker returns to their desk. Jenny! I just bought tickets to go see the Dead, in their entirety on Monday at the Warfield! "I want to go!" ::turn to mia:: Mia, you're uninvited. "umm okay?" And then, the inevitable comment from another Facebooker. "Krista, Jerrys dead?" "No he's not, he'll be there, he's always there"
So to the city we go. Power hour + Kells = one of the most fun nights I have had since I moved to Cali. We danced, and sang and we assumed we lost the battery to Mias camera. (For you Mia: there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice.) We didnt. She was too preoccupied with life to realize it was in her camera. The bar was thorougly canvased though. I can assure you, none of us lost anything at the bar on Friday night. Well, I lost my voice. A round of Don''t stop believing + living on a prayer = hilarity - my ability to speak clearly. Saturday morning, my body is packing up and shipping out.
You'd think we'd be done. No, no, no. For some bizarre reason, we decided that a girls night out in DTPA is in order. To celebrate? Hell if i know. Last night, uneventul yet so ridiculously fun at the same time.
Also: the Giants just won the super bowl. Someone tell me how that happened?
So tomorrow night, we celebrate Jerry & Obama. For anyone who didnt buy tickets before they sold out in ten minutes: http://iclips.net/ will be broadcasting the show live. Yes we can! Yes we can!
Ill keep you updated, i bet i meet Jerry tomorrow.
Back in action it is, sorry about the long delay between posts, I really must attempt to keep this more updated. One one end of the spectrum, I have posted since November (yisforyup--where are you!?) On the other end, we have my coworker Nandini, who continues to school me with her posts. She can be found at http://scraptheshoulderpads.blogspot.com/ In the event that I disappear again, check her blog for updates on my life.
So, here it is. The past 5 days have been epic, to say the very least. I think it was put best last night when this was said in reference to my department. We have 85 reps, there are 365 days in a year. That, is a birthday about every 4 days. That, will keep you on your toes. I suppose that the birthdays, if nothing else, give me an excuse to go out and do all sorts of fun things that you would never be motivated enough to just do on your own.
Starting Wednesday night, with ice skating, the celebrations began. Now, for those of you who know me well enough, nothing I do, can be done casually. Extreme ice skating anyone? Lets start by saying, ice skating sober, is significantly easier than doing so while drinking. Following Lehigh/Laf weekend, I now have a basis for comparison. Rolling out of Wednesdays ice skating extravaganza, I have the following things to show: a black and blue mark on my knee and a really sore butt from trying to do tricks and falling down. I also have a liver that is beginning to mutate legs from the post skating drink-a-thon with the boys. Included in this trip to the bar, came the realization that I, had infact, been sworn into the game of life. The game of life you may ask? Simple. You can not say the word m.i.n.e. (yes, i had to put those periods in there.) If you manage to use that word, you do ten pushups. You do ten pushups for each offense. Needless to say, that, is a word that we use often. Whose coat is this? Thats m.i.n.e. Why are you using Tessas computer? M.i.n.e. is at home. Whose turn is it? m.i.n.e. Whose? M.i.n.e. damnit. Ugly. It is ugly. So in addition to the bruises from skating and the partially mutated liver, I now have some really sore arms/abs to show. Thank you Wednesday, you were my best friend.
Until Thursday rolled around. Apparently, the birthday every 4 days thing, doesnt actually work that way. Marisa turns a year older. Bowling it is! Bowling you say? I haven't bowled in forever! Yea, me either. When youre old, like we seem to be, you can drink at the bowling alley. Fun! Until someone asks whose turn it is. M.i.n.e.... damnit. Also, until there are two pitchers left, and you and one coworker, and you're not wasting beer. Yet another fantastic adventure in Facebook land. Lots of beer, two games of bowling and i'd say, 30-40 pushups later. We're done bowling. Now, in adding to ice skating battle wounds, i have a sore arm.
Friday afternoon was eventful. Not only did I get news that the Grateful Dead is getting back together to play a benefit show for Obama, sans Jerry obviously. Jerrys will be there, Jerry is always there. I bought two tickets on a snap decision, impulse purchase anyone? $100 later I realize, i have two tickets and no one to go with. I should have kept the ticket and scalped it for 14928x the face value at the venue on Monday night, but someone mentioned the legality of that... meh. So I get up from my desk and sit down next to Mia. She wants to know if I want to go to the city with her. Yea Mia, Ill go to the city with you tonight if you will go to the Grateful Dead show with me on Monday. She agreed. Ten minutes later, another coworker returns to their desk. Jenny! I just bought tickets to go see the Dead, in their entirety on Monday at the Warfield! "I want to go!" ::turn to mia:: Mia, you're uninvited. "umm okay?" And then, the inevitable comment from another Facebooker. "Krista, Jerrys dead?" "No he's not, he'll be there, he's always there"
So to the city we go. Power hour + Kells = one of the most fun nights I have had since I moved to Cali. We danced, and sang and we assumed we lost the battery to Mias camera. (For you Mia: there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice.) We didnt. She was too preoccupied with life to realize it was in her camera. The bar was thorougly canvased though. I can assure you, none of us lost anything at the bar on Friday night. Well, I lost my voice. A round of Don''t stop believing + living on a prayer = hilarity - my ability to speak clearly. Saturday morning, my body is packing up and shipping out.
You'd think we'd be done. No, no, no. For some bizarre reason, we decided that a girls night out in DTPA is in order. To celebrate? Hell if i know. Last night, uneventul yet so ridiculously fun at the same time.
Also: the Giants just won the super bowl. Someone tell me how that happened?
So tomorrow night, we celebrate Jerry & Obama. For anyone who didnt buy tickets before they sold out in ten minutes: http://iclips.net/ will be broadcasting the show live. Yes we can! Yes we can!
Ill keep you updated, i bet i meet Jerry tomorrow.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Happy New Years
As I sit in my room, watching Steel Magnolias (with I will continue to argue is one of the best movies of all time) I figured, no better time than now to start the blogging. Something to keep myself, and you kids amused since others (uhumm you know who you are) have failed to update their own blogs in the past two months.
Well, looking back at 2007, what a year it was. Between college graduation and moving oh ya know, 3000 miles from home, the year certainly came and went in a flash. Overall, 2007 was a great year filled with the end of one era and the beginning of a new. I suppose i should say thank you, to all of you who have been so supportive with the huge changes that I have made in my life in the course of the past few months. I certainly am blessed to have such phenominal people in my life.
I had to laugh as I started to contimplate new years resolutions. I think the Facebook bumper sticker I found says it best, "My resolution is to get healthier while continuing to destroy my body with drugs and alcohol." Thank you Facebook bumper stickers, you have made my life. I suppose new years resolutions always have made me giggle. Why does it take a new year to decide youre going to change you life. Every year we are going to get heathier, quit our vices, run a marathon, find new hobbies, fly to the moon etc.... and two weeks in, that all goes to hell. All the years I worked at the gym, it would never cease to amaze me how many people would fly in, sign up for year contracts and fall back off the face of the earth after two weeks. Amazing. This year, my resolution is simple, to be the best friend I can be.
Since graduation, which was literally a few months ago, it has been amazing to see which friends have stuck around and which have fallen off the face of the earth. I suppose your true friends will always be there. You do not have to seek them out, for they seek you. I do not have the time, nor energy to track people down. I do not have the desire to. So for the new year, I will continue to foster the friendships with those people I have been so blessed as to have in my life, make these friendships the best they can be and always know that I really do, have the best friends a girl could ask for.
Okay, enough ranting on that subject.
I suppose for those of you who I havent really been able to talk to about my work, an update would be in order. All of you know, still with Facebook, rocking out at the sweetest job, ever. I'm currently working in our appeals division of the user opperations team dealing with the morons who manage to get their accounts disabled. Needless to say, every day is interesting and every email makes me laugh. I think the job is what you make of it, I love my work. I take pride in what I do every day. I love my coworkers, the structure, making my own hours, the perks (even the food!) I do not have a complaint in the world. And i love that i can say that, with zero hesitation. I couldn't imagine trying to work full work weeks at a job which didn't make me happy. I have yet to cease to be amazed by the people I work with. Literally, the smartest people I have ever met. It is amazing.
This week should be fairly low key, normal work-week. Nothing too absurd going on. Next week I'll be attending a Lehigh Career Networking Reception in San Francisco. Really looking forward to meeting some other young lehigh alums in the bay area! Has anyone ever been to one of these.... any suggestions, things to look out for etc? Let me know if anyone has advice.
Alrighty folks. To bed I go. Full day tomorrow. Hope everyone is doing well, feel free to send lovin on the book or via email. Oh! also: i think you all have this, but new cell number is 650-388-2336. email: kkobeski@facebook.com (if youre trying to get ahold of me :)) Missin you all!
Well, looking back at 2007, what a year it was. Between college graduation and moving oh ya know, 3000 miles from home, the year certainly came and went in a flash. Overall, 2007 was a great year filled with the end of one era and the beginning of a new. I suppose i should say thank you, to all of you who have been so supportive with the huge changes that I have made in my life in the course of the past few months. I certainly am blessed to have such phenominal people in my life.
I had to laugh as I started to contimplate new years resolutions. I think the Facebook bumper sticker I found says it best, "My resolution is to get healthier while continuing to destroy my body with drugs and alcohol." Thank you Facebook bumper stickers, you have made my life. I suppose new years resolutions always have made me giggle. Why does it take a new year to decide youre going to change you life. Every year we are going to get heathier, quit our vices, run a marathon, find new hobbies, fly to the moon etc.... and two weeks in, that all goes to hell. All the years I worked at the gym, it would never cease to amaze me how many people would fly in, sign up for year contracts and fall back off the face of the earth after two weeks. Amazing. This year, my resolution is simple, to be the best friend I can be.
Since graduation, which was literally a few months ago, it has been amazing to see which friends have stuck around and which have fallen off the face of the earth. I suppose your true friends will always be there. You do not have to seek them out, for they seek you. I do not have the time, nor energy to track people down. I do not have the desire to. So for the new year, I will continue to foster the friendships with those people I have been so blessed as to have in my life, make these friendships the best they can be and always know that I really do, have the best friends a girl could ask for.
Okay, enough ranting on that subject.
I suppose for those of you who I havent really been able to talk to about my work, an update would be in order. All of you know, still with Facebook, rocking out at the sweetest job, ever. I'm currently working in our appeals division of the user opperations team dealing with the morons who manage to get their accounts disabled. Needless to say, every day is interesting and every email makes me laugh. I think the job is what you make of it, I love my work. I take pride in what I do every day. I love my coworkers, the structure, making my own hours, the perks (even the food!) I do not have a complaint in the world. And i love that i can say that, with zero hesitation. I couldn't imagine trying to work full work weeks at a job which didn't make me happy. I have yet to cease to be amazed by the people I work with. Literally, the smartest people I have ever met. It is amazing.
This week should be fairly low key, normal work-week. Nothing too absurd going on. Next week I'll be attending a Lehigh Career Networking Reception in San Francisco. Really looking forward to meeting some other young lehigh alums in the bay area! Has anyone ever been to one of these.... any suggestions, things to look out for etc? Let me know if anyone has advice.
Alrighty folks. To bed I go. Full day tomorrow. Hope everyone is doing well, feel free to send lovin on the book or via email. Oh! also: i think you all have this, but new cell number is 650-388-2336. email: kkobeski@facebook.com (if youre trying to get ahold of me :)) Missin you all!
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