I’ve finally finished it. And cried like a baby for the last fifty pages.
Not about politics, he says? Potential presidential candidate, eh? Realisation that the majority of the country supports stem cell research?
Yeah, it’s all about principle, not about politics.
My musical world is so strange…
1. Lady Killer – Lush
2. Still Fighting It – Ben Folds
3. Ma vie à l’heure (La toune de l’Ouest) – Les Respectables
4. Désenchentées (Remix) – Mylène Farmer
5. Disco 2000 – Pulp
6. Like A Friend – Pulp
7. Common People – Pulp
8. Love You Madly – Cake
9. Come On Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners
10. Judy Is A Punk – The Ramones
11. I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones
12. Zak and Sara – Ben Folds
13. The Boys of Summer – DJ Sammy
14. Last Day of the Miners’ Strike – Pulp
15. I Will Survive – Cake
16. Hollywood Nights – Bob Seger
17. The Distance – Cake
18. Cocaine Socialism – Pulp
19. An Old Fashioned Wedding – Annie Get Your Gun
20. Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel
21. Mrs Robinson – Simon and Garfunkel
22. Against the Wind – Bob Seger
23. Is She Really Going Out With Him? – Sugar Ray
24. American Pie – Don McLean
25. What A Wonderful World – Joey Ramone
Haven’t blogged in a few days…not since Harry Potter arrived, anyway. Plus I’ve been busy with work plus training for the new job.
200 pages left in HP.
Had my date with the EMT. Very nice guy. Probably a better friend than a boyfriend. Plus I think I’m pretty happy being single right now. Plus he’s technically seeing someone else right now–although not super-seriously and it seems to be going south…. I’ll definitely see him again, but I think I’ll be sticking to just friendship.
Um…I have two more training shifts this week at the café–tomorrow and Saturday. Then Sunday-Wednesday are my last days at the resto. Next Thursday is my first full shift at the café. Friday I have my first opening shift. Ugh. This is not going to be fun. I’m going to be opening on Wednesdays and Fridays. 6am. This is going to hurt but I do get as much coffee as I want while I’m at work so that will hopefully soften the blow. The resto offered me what I’d be making at the café on Monday to stay but I told them that I thought I’d just be a lot happier at the café.
Tonight, I think I’m going to finish my current chapter in HP, go meet some friends for a drink and probably end up going out for some karaoke later if I feel up for it.
One espresso martini to get me going, please!
…who okays these ad campaigns. There was just a back-to-school ad on TV for Target using the music from ‘Baby Got Back’ but with different lyrics to sell backpacks. With little kids. Somehow that’s just not right.
I’m watching the CBS Early Show right now which is doing a story on a small but growing number of companies who are allowing parents to bring their babies to work. One company that they are profiling allows parents to bring babies to work during their first six months and notes that it makes ‘business sense’ and that it has increased productivity.
Americans work longer hours and take fewer vacations than many other industrial nations. The favourite comparison is to look at the French, who work notably fewer hours and take many more vacations. Yet the level of productivity for the two nations is comparable. (If I were feeling ambitious, I’d find the numbers since I recently read an article about this–but I’m not feeling that ambitious so just trust me on this or google it for yourself.)
It seems so typically American to approach the problem by finding a way to allow people to continue to work full-time rather than allowing them more flexible schedules or giving them time off to spend with their new babies.
One of the women that they interviewed noted that it was so wonderful because it allowed her to keep doing her job while bonding with her new daughter at the same time. I should point out that this particular woman was the CEO of a multi-million dollar real estate development company. She could have easily taken six months off, I’m sure, or worked some kind of flex-time. But she chose not to. She chose to build a nursery next to her office and continue to work the long hours that she was used to working.
She says that knowing that her daughter is in a crib just in the next room makes her not feel guilty about maintaining long hours.
Hard work is great and enjoying your job is even better but when will we realise that work is simply a means to an end, not the end itself? We all have to work in order to live but we really ought not to live to work.
…it didn’t suck, as you might imagine.
This Maine thing isn’t so bad.