March 29, 2008

  • Thursday

    Crazy Freaking Dreams Week

    My brain had been very active this week during sleep time.  Monday I had a crazy Sixth Sense-esque dream.  I won't get into it because it was a little disturbing, so TG it was only a dream!  But last night it was a crazy good dream.

     

    Somehow I got or won an internship with Martha Stewart.  A la "The Secret Life of a Soccer Mom," although I've never actually seen the show and I am not actually a mom, let alone a soccer mom.  Anyway, towards the end of the internship, I got to spend a day-in-the life with the Martha herself.  We're having lunch somewhere and in an exit-interview-like manor, she asks me how I've enjoyed my foray into her business.  Of course I have done nothing but love, love, love! my experience, so I tell her that I wish that there were an opportunity for me to stay on at the company, but alas I have neither the specified training nor experience to make such a career change.  Her response?  That from what she has seen and heard, I would be perfect for some sort of editorial position that would be coming available.  Yussss.

     

    Too bad that was just a dream.  However, it does prompt me into more thought about where I am, what I'm doing, and where my career is ultimately going.  What it says to me: Keep working at it.  Besides, there's pretty much no way in ayche-eee-double-hockey-sticks that Fella would relocate to New York of all places for a new job opportunity.  Chicago maybe; if relocation included a home in the Gold Coast.

     

    Speaking of hockey, yesterday was a completely productive day for me at the office, as has been the case for the morning so far.  Now I'm starting to feel the backlash and wanting to just mess around for the rest of the afternoon.  The good news is that I am leaving early to attend a San Jose Sharks game this evening!  I haven't been to a pro-hockey game in years. 

     

    Actually, that last game happened to be a date.  The seats for the game: awesome!  The game (Sharks vs. my hometown team Blackhawks): also, awesome!  The guy: utterly unbelievably un-awesome.  It is hands down the worst date that I have ever, to this day, had the bad luck to go on.

     

    The funny thing about it was that I had really liked him leading up to that first date.  He and I met in a class (Intro to Critical Writing on Poetry); we sat next to each other.  We were both English majors (though different concentrations), had similar socio-political views, we both planned to go on to law school, and we were both (at the time) smokers.  And let's face it, I'm can be rather shallow, he wasn't all that bad on the eyes. 

     

    We would scribble notes to each other during class (which is actually how he asked me out) and talked on the phone for hours in the days leading up to the date.  All indications were that he was just my type; as it turned out, he so was not.
     
    A quote from the date "colder than a witch's titty in a brass bra."  Who says that to a girl on a date?  I mean, really!

     

    I do wonder what ever happened to him.  He's not admitted to practice law in the state, but neither am I.  I'm skeptical that he even graduated from undergrad, but after the quarter ended a few weeks after the date, I never had another class with him.  In fact, I really only remember seeing him once after that.  Thankfully!

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