Oh High School Days...Where have you gone? No-literally, I can't remember. 

Late night pickup turned high school reunion

So I am walking home from the subway tonight, close to midnight.  This is certainly not an unsafe time to be walking in my neigbhorhood, but I still assume my usual "walk with determination" stance.  As I pass one of my favorite local bars, I guy calls out to me.  A dramatizationf follows:

 
Boy on the street (BOTS): Didn't we go to high school together?

Me: No (plus a determined step forward)

BOTS: Raritan? (my high school)

Me: (astonished look, followed by searching of the BOTS face for familiarity)  Nothing.

 
Its true.  He gives a name, and those of his "boys" and I vaguely remember. This is only 8 years ago, mind you, and I went to school with many of my high school classmates since elementary school.  I just don't remember people.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I seem to have a special way to black out the names or faces of people from my hometown.  Sure we all would like to forget high school, but I think I have somewhat of an extreme case of academic amnesia considering I pretty much made it out unscathed and still talk to many of my friends from that time.

 
Will I remember my classmates from now on?  Probably not.  But I have learned an imporant lesson.  Out of the many guys who yell out to me and my fellow females on the street everyday, there are still some out there who are not just trying to pick me up (at best) or harass me (at, less than best).  And, "didn't we go to high school together?" is not really a good line anyway.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow the guy who asks me for my "smile" will just be my childhood dentist.  Dr. Silver, are you out there?

F@%&k Nike!

I was so excited to participate in last week's Nike Run Hit Wonder, my first race ever.  I was waiting to post my results because I wanted to include the photos.  Unfortunately, upon visiting the site today I found there were no photos of me whatsoever.  I did find some of my friends, but in trying to post them I found message that they were only available for purchase.   So, you will just have to read the results and imagine my pretty, yet completely red, face crossing the finish line.

Who needs to be like Mike? Go Marion Go! 

Run blogger...run!

I'm running a 5K race tomorrow.  It's my first race ever, 3.1 miles for those of you who (like me) are metrically challanged.  Wish me luck, and check back for my times and finishing photos.

She Makes Links...Genius

Yes, after toiling in front of my screen I have finally figured out how to add a section of Links to my template.  There will be more in the future, but I think I've covered the basics.  Look, Brian Lehrer and Britney Spears rubbing elbows on my blog.  Enjoy!

Is this office appropriate? 

I temp, therefore I am

It's true.  I'm a temp.  Temping is that unique kind of job which draws you in with promises of reasonable pay, flexibility, and the ability to work 9-5 while still allowing you to look for your "dream job."  But then it hits you with a special mix of job uncertainty, work environments where you are constantly being called "the temp" instead of your name, and the always-fun opportunity to practice your skills in data entry, appointment scheduling and phone call etiquette.  
 
My favorite part of temping may be creating that special bond with my agent.  When I start with a new agency, I begin a courtship of sorts.  I call my agent every day or few days, make sure s/he knows how special I am, how much I appreciate their help, and of course, how I am chomping at the bit to practice the aforementioned skill set.  I send them cookies, leave sexy voicemails...I wonder if I could create some kind of dirty version of my resume.  But I digress.
 
Recently, after balancing that fine line between agent courtship and whoring myself out for office work, my agent moved to DC without telling me.   Now I have to begin anew, hoping my relationship with my new agent will be as sweet.   It seems like I'm off to a decent start; tomorrow is an interview for the sought-after Shangri-La they call a long-term placement.  Wish me luck!

My Inspiration 

Why whimper? Or for that matter, why whine?

Sure, we twentysomethings love to whine.  You may have heard about our lack of money, jobs, and relationships.  So for this blog, I won't be beating around the bush.  This is a place to read about the daily life of a 26 year old brooklynite looking for work and sex (hopefully not in the same place).  In realizing the whiney tendencies of this blog and my peers in general, I thought back to my childhood.  After hearing a song about manners on "the Electric Company," my mother started to aptly nickname my sister and I "whimper" and "whine."  I'm whimper. 

 

Lyrics are  below.  
 

 Title:  whimper and whine 
Composer:  Joe Raposo 
Lead vocals:  June Angela, Stephen Gustafson
Backing vocals:  none 
Scene:  June’s and Stephen’s heads appear with various cartoon bodies. 
  
Lyrics
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  If you give us peas, we hardly can wait
To whimper and whine them right off of our plate.
 
Oh, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  It’s not very nice, but it always works fine
[JA]  To whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA]  Though we love ice cream, we whimper for more,
[SG]  And whine till our one scoop turns into three more.
 
[JA, SG]  Yes, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  The weather is bad, and Mom wants us neat.
Still, we want our galoshes right off of our feet.
[SG]  Whine!  Whine!
[JA]  Whimper, whimper, whimper, whimper.
 
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine,
Wondering why we’re alone all the time.
Maybe it’s ‘cause no one else thinks it’s fine
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.

 

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