
Monday, July 28, 2008
A Night with David Cook

Saturday, July 26, 2008
Batman and Elevators
But hands down, he did a fantastic job. And despite the few moments when my imagination began to run wild as I scared myself with the thought of someday meeting the Joker on the streets, he quite entertained me and sometimes I even laughed.Oh yes, and of course the movie. Quite, quite good. Christian Bale was superb as well as everyone else. Loved it. Despite the post depression.
My new PR job is quite fabulous. I have my own office/cubicle. Which I can decorate any way I want to. My boss is so cute and nice. My co-workers seem just fun and friendly. I get to work on four interesting accounts. I can have all the free Diet Coke I want (life is sometimes just too good.) The bathrooms play country music. The firm has season tickets to the Cubs. And every morning I get to ride on an elevator for seven floors.
Which brings me to my next comment and a few questions, riding in an elevator can be very awkward. Perhaps this is because I have no knowledge of elevator etiquette. Usually when I meet a stranger and we're within a relatively close proximity of one another I strike up a conversation. But on an elevator, it's all these people huddled together in a tiny, enclosed space for just a few moments in time. No one says anything. Is it because no one knows what to say? Or is it the knowledge that we're only together for a few moments and a conversation that early in the morning just doesn't even matter? Is it okay to strike up a conversation with the man next to me and break the awkward silence for three seconds and then awkwardly end it as he steps off at the next floor? Or are you just not supposed to say anything and ride awkwardly in silence? Are you allowed to glance and look at people or do you stare straight ahead or up at the ceiling? These are things I do not know. And because of this every morning for seven floors I am in a huge disarray of awkwardness.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
200 things I have and have not done
another way long post. what is my problem? i saw this on a blog and thought it was way personally insightful and interesting. i realized my life has not been entirely uneventful, and that i still have so much more that i want to do. the things i have done are bolded.
1. Touched an iceberg
2. Slept under the stars
3. Been a part of a hockey fight
4. Changed a baby's diaper
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Swam with wild dolphins
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a tarantula
10. Said "I love you" and meant it
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Bet on a winning horse
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Taken an ice cold bath
28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Ridden a roller coaster
31. Hit a home run
32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
33. Adopted an accent for fun
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment
36. Loved your job 90% of the time
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Watched wild whales
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach
41. Gone sky diving
42. Visited
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited
45. Bench-pressed your own weight
46. Milked a cow
47. Alphabetized your personal files
48. Wore a superhero costume
49. Sung karaoke
50. Lounged around in bed all day
51. Gone scuba diving
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Done something you should regret, but don't
56. Visited the
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Been in a movie
60. Gone without food for 3 days
61. Made cookies from scratch
62. Won first prize in a costume contest
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Been in a combat zone
65. Spoken more than one language fluently
66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
67. Bounced a check
68. Read - and understood - your credit report
69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
71. Called or written your Congress person
72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
73. Walked the
74. Helped an animal give birth
75. Been fired or laid off from a job
76. Won money
77. Broken a bone
78. Ridden a motorcycle
79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph
80. Hiked to the bottom of the
81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
83. Eaten sushi
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read The Bible cover to cover
86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
87. Gotten someone fired for their actions
88. Gone back to school (I would definitely like to do this someday)
89. Changed your name
90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands
91. Eaten fried green tomatoes
92. Read The Iliad
93. Taught yourself an art from scratch
94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
97. Been elected to public office
98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
101. Had a booth at a street fair
102. Dyed your hair
103. Been a DJ
104. Rocked a baby to sleep
105. Ever dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all four
106. Raked your carpet
107. Brought out the best in people
108. Brought out the worst in people
109. Worn a mood ring
110. Ridden a horse
111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap
112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe
113. Buried a child
114. Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play
115. Been inside the pyramids
116. Shot a basketball into a basket
117. Danced at a disco
118. Played in a band
119. Shot a bird
120. Gone to an arboretum
121. Tutored someone
122. Ridden a train
123. Brought an old fad back into style
124. Eaten caviar
125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need
126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant
127. Published a book
128. Pieced a quilt
129. Lived in an historic place
130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage
131. Asked for a raise
132. Made a hole-in-one (does mini golf count?)
133. Gone deep sea fishing
134. Gone roller skating
135. Run a marathon
136. Learned to surf
137. Invented something
138. Flown first class
139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury
140
141. Visited
142. Sang a solo
143. Gone spelunking
144. Learned how to take a compliment
145. Written a love-story
146. Seen Michelangelo’s David
147. Had your portrait painted
148. Written a fan letter
149. Spent the night in something haunted
150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane
151. Ran away
152. Learned to juggle
153. Been a boss
154. Sat on a jury
155. Lied about your weight
156. Gone on a diet
157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget
158. Written a poem
159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox
160. Gotten food poisoning
161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission
162. Hiked the
163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks
164. Gone to the opera
165. Gotten a letter from someone famous
166. Worn knickers
167. Ridden in a limousine
168. Attended the Olympics
169. Can hula or waltz
170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books
171. Been stuck in an elevator
172. Had a revelatory dream
173. Thought you might crash in an airplane
174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert
175. Saved someone’s life
176. Eaten raw whale
177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint
178. Laughed till your side hurt
179. Straddled the equator
180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing
181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival
182. Sent a message in a bottle
183. Spent the night in a hostel
184. Been a cashier
185. Seen
186. Joined a union
187. Donated blood or plasma
188. Built a campfire
189. Kept a blog
190. Had hives
191. Worn custom made shoes or boots
192. Made a PowerPoint presentation
193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course
194. Served at a soup kitchen
195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube
196. Know CPR
197. Ridden in or owned a convertible
198. Found a long lost friend
199. Helped solve a crime
200. Responded to a NJP newsletter
Friday, July 18, 2008
Three weeks of everything
Right now I feel like this is my journal. Trying to organise all that is going on my life and remembering some of the highlights. As I was sitting at my temp job yesterday (that ends today) I realised in the past three months sooo much has happened. In fact in the past three weeks my life has taken me from one direction to a complete other. Here are some of the highlights in no particular historical order:
1. Employed by two companies - The first, my temp job, pricing in cheese in the dairy department of a private labeling company (did you know you make A LOT of money pricing cheese as a temp in the private food labeling industry? I had no idea.) The second, a public relations firm in Hoffman Estates, IL.
2. Began my PR career - Pretty much my dream job come true. It's PR, my boss is awesome, I can wear jeans to work, it's 8-4 or 9-5, I can pick. It's salary, full benefits including medical, dental and 401K. Rad, huh? And the accounts I will be working on and the clients sound fascinating.
3. Lived in Oak Park, IL (downtown Chicago) for week - My good friend Marta Rydin Hill's husband was out of town for six weeks, so she invited me to come and play with her. The invitation was extended right before I got my temp job. I don't know if it would have been if she had known about the hours. I was gone from 6 a.m. to 7 p.m. everyday. But, I got to ride the L in and rub shoulders with all the intense Chicago business commuters. And after one week of this I was happy to be done.
4. YSA conference - I was called to be the Young Single Adult representative in my branch just a few weeks ago. Now, I NEVER wanted to go to a Singles unit of any kind. The movie, Singles Ward kind of did it for me. But, the day I was released from being a missionary, my stake president asked me to, so I said, yes. Then the YSA rep calling came and of course I said yes. Two weeks from the time I was called there was going to be an 8-stake YSA conference. I had no desire to attend, but because of my calling I was forced into it. I ended up having a blast. The Lord knows what He's doing. (Side Note: Despite of the fun I ended up having, you married people, be so grateful.)
5. Almost moved downtown to Evanston, IL - Orginally when I took the cheese temp job I didn't have any PR offers and there were absolutely none in sight as far as I could tell or believe. The cheese job was temp to hire and it was very good money. That money might be able to replace my passion for PR, or so I thought at the time (I found it can't.) Right after the offer came I met two awesome girls, Lisa and Jenna who were visiting Chicago from Arizona. Lisa was planning on going to Northwestern in Evanston, IL and was looking for apartments in that area. I told her I'd look with her. And then it clicked that Skokie (where my job was located) is 10 minutes away from Evanston. I love Evanston. I always have. It is a beautiful, beautiful area right off the lake. It's got personality and character. We found some great apartments, but in the end...PR in Hoffman Estates won out and the hour-plus commute just isn't worth it.
6. Good friend got baptized - I met Laurie Hulton a week or so after I got home from my mission. She had been investigating the Church for a over a year. On July 12, she was baptized and it was one of the high points of my summer. She is an exmaple to me.
7. Bought my first car - She's a beaut. A black '98 Toyata Camry and I love her. She is not my dream car, by no means no. But, in no way do I feel like I'm settling. She is everything that I could have ever want in a first car. She will live for at least five more years. We've talked about it. She has asked me that when she goes will I please buy a nice red Infinity G35. Not to replace her, but to continue to expand my horizons and speed. She cares about me a lot. The savings for my Red begin immediately.
8. Turned 24 - It was a great day. My family and I were lazy in the morning. Something I love doing on occasion, because usually I'm not. Laurie stopped by. My sisters, Mom and I went to see the Kit, the American Girl movie. Now, I know it was originally probably intended for 6-year olds, but I loved it. Partly that may be due to the fact that I have loved American girl dolls since I was six and partly it may be due that Chris O'Donnell plays the father and I have probably been in love with him since I was six. After the movie we went birthday shopping and then my family went to see a minor league baseball game, because I LOVE baseball. I love the Cubs #1, but since it is impossible to get seven tickets for under $5000 this season, I was more then happy to see a minor league game. Their games can be exciting too. You get to see some great baseball, which I think to a large extent may be due to the young, growing (for the most part) passion of the players. After the game there were the best fireworks that were coordinated to patriotic songs. My favorite was "I'm Proud to be an American. " Such a good, good song. My favorite presents were Rascal Flatts tickets from Rebecca, this awesome make-up kit from Michelle and a raincheck for a pair of rockin' rollerblades from my mom.
9. The 4th of July - The 4th is one of my most favorite holidays, but this 4th was really boring. Maybe that's because it can't get better then being a missionary on the 4th of July. Last year, we went to one of our investigators block parties and got to see a man eat fire. That was awesome. Still, just because this past one couldn't live up to watching the fire eating man, I was still able to reflect on how proud I am of my country and my graditude of all the immense liberty and happiness we enjoy because of the many, many sacrifices of great men and women past and present.
10. Natalie turned 15 - My baby sister is no longer a baby. She is this young, mature, athletic, artistic, beautiful, goregeous young woman. We went lazer tagging and out to eat as a family. The sisters and my Mom (minus me, I was busy unfortunately.) Natalie is so unique, because she is ridiculously athletic (at least for my family, anyway) so you think she would be a tomboy, but she is so girly. And because she is artistic she is a fabulous dresser, very trendy and fashionable. She puts me to shame. Before I leave the house she'll do a quick scan of my outfit, accessories included. More often then not she says, "Hmm...let's change a few things." And then I always come out of her room looking and feeling better about myself.
11. Went to a concert in Millenial Park - Millenial Park is a park in the middle of the Loop (the heart of the city) downtown. It was created when I was a girl I think to make Chicago seem more inviting and attract tourists. They have an outdoor concert hall that has some of the best acoustics in the entire world. Every night during the summer they have a concert. The other night I went with some friends. It was fantastic. It was a symphony. Can't remember who, but they played some new age stuff and some Beetohven. It was nice to just sit on this huge lawn surrounded by hundreds of people who are drinking in the scenery and music together, for the sole purpose of enjoyment. I didn't have to think about life and decisions. I could just enjoy.
And that's those are the highlights! Of course much, much more happened. some non-interesting, some I'd never dare make public, some that is so interesting it could cause a scandal, some it just doesn't matter. I'm excited that my life now has some sort of stablity and sense of direction instead of two million possible directions at once. The past three weeks though confusing and packed have been quite wonderful, because there is now a light at the end of the tunnel. And for that I am grateful.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Louis Vuitton does NOT sell umbrellas.
The weather had been slightly cloudy when I left to catch the train early that morning. But, that's how many mornings are in Chicago. I knew that within minutes the sun would be out and I would wishing for a cloud or two for shade.
I was on a bus. My hair curled to perfection. My nice, gray light-wool suit freshly pressed. My black leather pumps shiny and sparkling. I was minutes from the John Hancock about to find myself interviewing at 10 a.m. in one of the world's most prestigious PR firms. I was nervous and excited. I had been waiting for this opportunity for quite a while.
And then...it began to rain. And then pour. And not just pour, dump buckets. The bus stopped half a block from my necessary destination. I thought to myself, "If I attempt to run in this I'll be drenched. There'll be no point for me to even step into that firm." But, I was in luck there was a store right in front of me as I exited the bus. "I'll just purchase an umbrella. No problem." I dashed into it.
I checked out my suit as I entered the store, only my skirt had gotten slightly damp. As I looked up from my skirt, I realized this was no po-dunk store that carried $5 umbrellas." I was in Louis Vuitton. Home of $5000 purses.
"Huh," was all I could think. Maybe I could borrow? Maybe put the umbrella on my credit card and then return it? And then I saw a male. Surprisingly he looked straight. Could this possibly be my knight in shining armor? I decided now was a good time to play the damsel in distress card.
"Hi," I said, as charming as could make my voice sound. Then came the damsel, Snow White would have been proud, "I have an interview in the Hancock building and unfortunately I don't have an umbrella." He looked at me blankly. For about 10 seconds. I tried again. "You don't happen to sell umbrellas do you?"
"No we don't," he said grinning. At least he found me amusing. It was a start. "Oh, okay," sounding devastated, because I was. He just stared at me, like I was absolutely ridiculous for about another 10 seconds. And then I began to feel really, really stupid. I decided now might be a good time to turn around and walk out into the storm. "Well thanks anyway," I said.
"I can give you some plastic and you can put it over your head." Not exactly my idea of a perfect rescue, but it could work. "Yeah, definitely. Thank you." He pulled out two Louis Vuitton dress bags and handed them to me.
I had 10 minutes by this point. I thanked my knight. No shining armor, but still a great guy. I ran into the rain, bags held high above my head, only to have it coming at me horizontally. "Blast!" if I was a cussing woman, I might have used some harsher language.
In two minutes I was in the Hancock soaked from head to toe. My hair curled perfectly no longer. My pressed suit drenched. And my shiny pumps squishing with water. I had eight minutes to be on the 33rd floor.
I flew to the nearest restroom. Retrieved some bobby pins from my purse, turned on the air drier for my shoes. My suit was hopeless. With four minutes left, I ran to the elevator. The elevator man was chuckling at me as I got in. Surprisingly it made me laugh. What were the chances of rain on one of the most important days of my life? Even a wedding would have been nicer! At least no was judging you in 10 seconds, making conclusions of who you are and what you're made of. I laughed all the way to the 33rd floor.
The interview went great. Luckily everyone was so nice and understanding and just laughed when they saw me and told me stories of themselves getting stuck in the rain. I was also grateful that I was put into a large room with a large table where there was a large amount of space from me and the interviewer as my gray, light-wool suit dried, smelling a bit like wet dog. At least I was the only one repulsed, hopefully.
The lesson I learned from this is of course, the obvious, "Always carry an umbrella with you to an important interview with a prestigious PR firm when it looks like rain." But, I think there will also be another one that I will keep tucked away in the back of my mind for whenever I need a good laugh, Louis Vuitton does not carry umbrellas. So, don't waste your time.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
When it rains, it really does pour
Three months ago my mind set was, "Get a job in PR? Piece of cake." Before my mission the offers were flying at me so fast after graduation. And then I decided to go on a mission. Never trade that for the world. But, these past three months have been so, so painful. I just keep thinking, what is wrong with me? Can I catch a break? Will somebody give me a chance? Stupid economy, lighten up! Everywhere I went people were like, "Well we love your resume. You have outstanding experience, but unfortunately....." Insert excuse a, b or c.
Last week, last Thursday, to be nitty-gritty and specific I was so frustrated with not having a job I decided to settle for retail, waitressing or teaching piano. Each one I've loved doing in it's own specific time and context, but not what I really wanted for my life right now. But, with frustration steaming out my ears, I went out and applied.
This morning, I get a call from a job. It's an offer. A very good one at that. A fabulous one in fact. So I say what I've been trained to say, "Well I will need some time to think about it. When's a good time to get back to you. Tomorrow? Okay." Even though inside I'm screaming, "Yes. I'll take it!"
Not less then 10 minutes later, another job calls. This one is from my dream PR firm. They want me to come in for a second interview and a writing test on Monday. Pretty much if I pass the test, I'm in, she says. I'm thinking"What the....?" But, outloud I say, "Monday 10 a.m. Perfect, I'll be there."
I check my e-mail an hour or so later, and guess what? You got it. Another request from a great top 10 PR firm asking me to come in for an interview for a fabulous position on Wednesday at 1 p.m. All I could do at this point was laugh and reply, "Look forward to seeing you on Wednesday at 1 p.m. Thanks!"
I think back to little times in life when I've really wanted something and there's this huge big, long drought and then the levy breaks and I got flooded. For example, when I was 10 I really wanted the Celine Dion CD, Falling Into You, for months and I could never save up quite enough money. And then for my b-day that year I got like eight copies of it. (Which reminds me, tomorrow's my birthday. Crazy.) I remember my girlfriends and I when we wanted to date there was no one, but as soon as one guy came around the whole herd came with them. I think back to my mission, those days with no one teach and then the weeks where we had so much going on we could barely think or take time to eat.
So, why is this? Why do you wait and wait and wait and then one day, BOOM! You get it all in one fowl swoop, and you practically go nuts with the influx of opportunity?
Well, I'm not complaining about the job offers or the Celine Dion CD or the boys, really. I just wish now I was a better decision maker. I'll keep y'all posted.