YUPdates (Young Urban Professional updates) may or may not become a series...but don't get your hopes up. Mostly I just was a little at loose ends at work today so I actually wrote down some of the odd thoughts that I had...Nothing special, so don't get too excited.
For Starters...
1.
Why do people expect me to
love the cold just because I'm from MT?
Why would I love something that makes it difficult and unpleasant to get around in any more just because I grew up with it. If
anything this means I've been putting up with it for the last
26 years and could use a
break. When I told my
officemate I didn't like the cold (while we were both shaking the
snow out of our hair and changing out of our
boots after a long, cold, wet walk from the metro,
btw) she looked at me like I had told her I didn't think I needed my
kidneys.
Either of them.

2. I have been filling out a lot of paperwork lately for a temporary assignment in a new office. A

lot of this paperwork involves my
personal information, including my
birthday. When the people in charge of filling out the paperwork ask me my birthday I tell them "10-13-1982."
Inevitably they look up at me from under their eyebrows and say "1982?" To which I say "Yes."
Inevitably they shake their heads and sigh and mutter about "kids running the world these days" or something equally as ridiculous.
Does my heart good.
In Addi(c)tion to That...

3. Every morning when my new boss takes his B-12 supplement he
insists that I take a B-12 supplement. It is becoming something of a ritual. He suspects I am deficient. I had
no idea there was a
sight test for B-12 deficiency. I also have
no idea what the symptoms or detriments of being B-12 deficient are.
Actually, I have
no idea what one needs B-12 for anyway. I also have
no way of confirming that what he is giving me is
actually B-12. Thus far, however, I have not lost control of any of my
motor skills or
major bodily functions and have had no
hallucinatory* experiences, so I guess I'm safe. Also, I think I am slowly
winning him over. You
gotta do what you
gotta do.
*Note: I
may have made up this word...
4. On the trash cans in the cafeteria at my office there are signs that say
"Did you remember to Recycle?" The only disposable materials available at the cafeteria are made of
Styrofoam and
bleached white plastic. There are also
no recycling bins. I find this
ironic. And
disheartening.

Oh Yes, And Also This...
5. Some people get mid-afternoon
munchy cravings. I get mid-afternoon
music cravings.

Working in a sanitized environment, I cannot bring in my media devices, and thus get pretty
desperate for my favorite tunes. Today at about 3:00pm I got the
craziest urge to listen to The Killers. I
needed it. Like a
drug. I could hear my favorite songs from the latest album running through my head
over and over. Needless to say you know what I rocked on the metro ride home.
*Note: I should clarify that I
DO get mid-afternoon
munchy cravings in addition to my mid-afternoon
music cravings.
Lately it's been
sweet potato fries...with a
vengeance.On A More Serious Note...
6. The effects of a
lagging economy are becoming more visible in DC. One of the escalators at the metro station I use for my morning commute (at one of the
busier stations in the city, by my calculations) has been broken for nearly
2 weeks, causing massive backups on the working

escalators and contributing to general congestion of the station. Let's just say if there was a
fire it would be
heap big problems. Not only has the escalator been out of commission for nearly 2 weeks, but during those 2 weeks I have yet to see
anyone actually working on fixing the thing. In the past, such a breakdown would have had maintenance crews working round the clock to fix the problem within one or two days. I
suspect the city has had to lay off metro maintenance employees to deal with budget crunches. I say
'suspect' because I am
too lazy to do the
actual research. This is why I am an
armchair expert of
many things.
That is All.
6 comments:
Oh my. I find all of this witty and clever and fun.
I sigh with contentment.
B-12....Is that, like, an airplane?
1. 3 Cheers for 1982ers.
2. Hallucinatory IS a word. Aren't we so lucky.
3. Deja! I love Deja! She reads your blog, and now I'm going to go see if she has one too...
Regarding #1 - That's why my Father doesn't like to camp, and last time we did, he brought the window air conditioner from our house and literally attached it to the tent. He insists he camped for the first 20 years of his life, (we've all seen the pictures...) and doesn't need to do it anymore. Ditto on the coldness to. I hate it.
Hilarious! And you're taking drugs from your boss?! Scandalous.
I get the same flack for growing up in Minnesota and not loving the cold. What the? We've served our time already!
Not drugs mav...SUPPLEMENTS! you're gonna get me in trouble here ;)
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