January 2008 Archives
The Ritz Carlton, Washington DC.
per Max who got it from Cully, who got it from Secret Simon, a meme that will simply rock your world.
Links
Your band name from a random Wikipedia article is the first article title
Your album title from a random quotation is the last four words of the last quote on the page.
Your album art from a random Flickr photo is the third picture on that page.
Here is my first and only album. It's a down-tempo chill mix with some deep house velvet vocals:
I finished my first day of orientation for the new job. I'm completely burnt out on paperwork, forms, and overload on all the web applications we have to use for time, billing, expenses, etc. I'll get it, that's all I keep telling myself. Ended up grabbing some dinner with a co-worker at the big gay sports bar uptown to watch some of the Buckeyes.
I'm having more and more fun taking pictures. I'm completely shocked.
I'm sitting at La Guardia this afternoon, waiting for my first flight out to Chicago as a consultant. My two weeks of vacationing between my old job and the new one have come and gone, and typically, all the big, great things I had planned to do got somehow laid to the side in lieu of naps, some good reading, and snuggling with the cats and the man. It was absolutely perfect time so the needle-point and calligraphy projects will be there for me some other day.
I was telling Jeff as we were driving to the airport this afternoon how strange it is that I'm so mellow and non-anxious about the new job. It's so unlike me to be so not crazed and out of control. I think it's a combination of several things, but most importantly, I think I can actually do this work and do it well. That confidence is a real anxiety-killer, from what I can see. I'm totally loving it.
The packing thing will take some practice. I managed to get everything for the next several days into my bags so hopefully it's all front-loaded work that I can mooch off of for the rest of the week. My approach to anything I've forgotten is that I'll just pick it up where ever I end up. No muss, no fuss.
So I'm back on the grid, gainfully employed and contributing once again to the greater good of the discerning tax-payer. Yay me.
