Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Yesterday was my first day back at work and it feels like I never left. I'm already making new SKU numbers for almost the entire cement order and I'm putting new tags on pretty much everything in inventory. It's so dusty in the basement. I want to run a hose up my sinuses.
Matt and I went to see Walk the Line. I really liked it. I think about a third of the running time was musical performances, but they were all great, especially when you consider that Joaquin Pheonix and Reese Witherspoon did all their own singing. Then we walked down the street and had dinner. Matt ate a hamburger that looked like it was still mooing, and I had fried shrimp. We talked about all kinds of stuff. And then he dropped me home. He's swinging by this way on Thursday to go to Barnes and Noble and he said he'd pick me up, but I don't think it's going to happen since I'll be in Bridgehampton sitting in my office. He's going to New Zealand in a week or two, hence the trip to the bookstore. 19 hours on a plane. I can barely take 1.
We got hit pretty hard by the snow on Saturday and Sunday. And now about half of it has melted. I couldn't tell how many inches we got since it blew around so much. There was nothing in the back of the house and a drift creeping up on the door in the front. So we got around 15-20. I don't really know, I stopped watching the weather after the 26th straight hour of snow. I just know that in snowed 21 inches in Central Park (which is like, three hours away from my house) which is the most they've gotten in NYC since they started keeping track of snowfall. I did go out and play for a little bit. I made a snow angel in the driveway, and then ran inside because my pants and my jacket were subsequently soaked. Fun times.
Matt and I went to see Walk the Line. I really liked it. I think about a third of the running time was musical performances, but they were all great, especially when you consider that Joaquin Pheonix and Reese Witherspoon did all their own singing. Then we walked down the street and had dinner. Matt ate a hamburger that looked like it was still mooing, and I had fried shrimp. We talked about all kinds of stuff. And then he dropped me home. He's swinging by this way on Thursday to go to Barnes and Noble and he said he'd pick me up, but I don't think it's going to happen since I'll be in Bridgehampton sitting in my office. He's going to New Zealand in a week or two, hence the trip to the bookstore. 19 hours on a plane. I can barely take 1.
We got hit pretty hard by the snow on Saturday and Sunday. And now about half of it has melted. I couldn't tell how many inches we got since it blew around so much. There was nothing in the back of the house and a drift creeping up on the door in the front. So we got around 15-20. I don't really know, I stopped watching the weather after the 26th straight hour of snow. I just know that in snowed 21 inches in Central Park (which is like, three hours away from my house) which is the most they've gotten in NYC since they started keeping track of snowfall. I did go out and play for a little bit. I made a snow angel in the driveway, and then ran inside because my pants and my jacket were subsequently soaked. Fun times.
Labels: Amatuer Film Critic Corner, Workin' for a livin'
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
The Matt situation has been resolved. He had a crazy work week, his cousins were in town, and the fact that he should call me and tell me all this slipped his mind until he woke up Sunday morning after being fed shot after shot of home-spiced Bacardi the night before at a client party. Apparently you do not say no to Columbians when they hand you booze. He explained all that to me and more when I called him back on Monday. I'll tell you, he's his mother's son. The man likes to chat. Which is not a bad thing, but I should probably tell him I only get 300 minutes a month and ask him to call me on the landline. So we're going to see Walk the Line on Thursday afternoon and perhaps get dinner afterwards in Southampton.
I got a dog! Well, I had a dog. For about fifteen minutes. During my really long walk yesterday I saw two dogs come running out of a driveway. They were small dogs, a husky and a kind of dark brown beagle-dachsund mix, but it's the little ones that are usually the most vicious. I like my ankles very much, so I stood still to see what they were going to do. The brown guy didn't move. The husky ran toward me, ran past me to sniff something, jumped on me a bit, then went back and started playing with his buddy. Okay, they're cool, I thought and continued down East Tiana toward Ponquogue where I was going to stop at the drugstore and get some hand soap refills and a bottle of conditioner. The thing is, when I walked past that driveway the husky followed me. And followed me. He'd run up ahead to check something out then come back and circle behind me and paw at my legs a bit and then run away again. It was very cute and I can't say that I didn't enjoy it, but then I turned onto Ponquogue, which is a fairly busy street since it connects to Montauk Highway and passes right by the Post Office and a shopping center. This is a very cute and friendly dog. However, he is not very smart and he keeps running right out into traffic. So there I am trying to call this dog to me whose name I don't even know (no collar) so he doesn't get smooshed all over the road, and I can just imagine that the people passing by are thinking "Why doesn't this stupid bitch have her dog on leash?" So I turned around and started walking back to where I found him. Then he really did almost get hit by a car. Luckily the people in the car recognized him and the boy in the passenger seat walked him back to his house. I want a dog.
My supervisor called me last night. I'm going back to work on Monday, which is fine by me since I just paid the electric bill and my visa bill with my loan payment and rent not far behind. Money is good. I like money.
I got a dog! Well, I had a dog. For about fifteen minutes. During my really long walk yesterday I saw two dogs come running out of a driveway. They were small dogs, a husky and a kind of dark brown beagle-dachsund mix, but it's the little ones that are usually the most vicious. I like my ankles very much, so I stood still to see what they were going to do. The brown guy didn't move. The husky ran toward me, ran past me to sniff something, jumped on me a bit, then went back and started playing with his buddy. Okay, they're cool, I thought and continued down East Tiana toward Ponquogue where I was going to stop at the drugstore and get some hand soap refills and a bottle of conditioner. The thing is, when I walked past that driveway the husky followed me. And followed me. He'd run up ahead to check something out then come back and circle behind me and paw at my legs a bit and then run away again. It was very cute and I can't say that I didn't enjoy it, but then I turned onto Ponquogue, which is a fairly busy street since it connects to Montauk Highway and passes right by the Post Office and a shopping center. This is a very cute and friendly dog. However, he is not very smart and he keeps running right out into traffic. So there I am trying to call this dog to me whose name I don't even know (no collar) so he doesn't get smooshed all over the road, and I can just imagine that the people passing by are thinking "Why doesn't this stupid bitch have her dog on leash?" So I turned around and started walking back to where I found him. Then he really did almost get hit by a car. Luckily the people in the car recognized him and the boy in the passenger seat walked him back to his house. I want a dog.
My supervisor called me last night. I'm going back to work on Monday, which is fine by me since I just paid the electric bill and my visa bill with my loan payment and rent not far behind. Money is good. I like money.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
I never went out with Matt. I don't know what happened. I called him on Wednesday and left a message but he never called me back. I thought about writing him an e-mail with "Somebody better be dead" as the title. Then I remembered that his grandfather has been very ill. I see a major social faux pas down that course of action. So that's that. I don't really want to call him. If he doesn't want to see me, that's fine. I don't want him to feel obligated to take me out again just because I work with his mother. It's weird because he's the one who called me and emailed me while I was away. Eh, I'm off this island for good in about three months anyway, so I'm not going to worry about it.
I've been taking a very long walk every day, up around the back roads and out onto Montauk Highway where I do my best not to stop in Starbucks for a vente cafe mocha (or Dunkies for a medium coffee and a muffin). It takes me about an hour and forty-five minutes. If there's any cloud cover whatsoever it rains on me for at least the last fifteen minutes. Which I don't especially mind because there's nothing better than a hot shower after being drenched in cold rain. You know what I found out? Someone on Pongquogue Ave. has a big sheep and a very small horse in a pen in his backyard. The other day when I walked by it was just the miniature horse in there. It's too big to be one of those Shetland ponies, fairly well proportioned, but stocky. What does a person do with a horse and a sheep? What do the sheep and the horse do together? Maybe these are questions I should not ask.
There was one day when it didn't rain on me, but merely fogged on me quite hard. It reminded of the day Tracy and I took her father's army blankets and some snacks and hid in her neighbor's bushes. Overcast, windy, a little damp. We were so cozy with our drink boxes, leaning up against the foundation of Claire's house with the blankets blocking the wind. It made me think of the mist coming in off of the ocean in Bar Harbor, too. Of course, it was practically sunny when I left the house and I was wearing my maroon hooded zippy instead of my big brown winter coat when the fog rolled through. That was a good day for vente cafe mocha. I should try the caramel macchiato next time.
I've been taking a very long walk every day, up around the back roads and out onto Montauk Highway where I do my best not to stop in Starbucks for a vente cafe mocha (or Dunkies for a medium coffee and a muffin). It takes me about an hour and forty-five minutes. If there's any cloud cover whatsoever it rains on me for at least the last fifteen minutes. Which I don't especially mind because there's nothing better than a hot shower after being drenched in cold rain. You know what I found out? Someone on Pongquogue Ave. has a big sheep and a very small horse in a pen in his backyard. The other day when I walked by it was just the miniature horse in there. It's too big to be one of those Shetland ponies, fairly well proportioned, but stocky. What does a person do with a horse and a sheep? What do the sheep and the horse do together? Maybe these are questions I should not ask.
There was one day when it didn't rain on me, but merely fogged on me quite hard. It reminded of the day Tracy and I took her father's army blankets and some snacks and hid in her neighbor's bushes. Overcast, windy, a little damp. We were so cozy with our drink boxes, leaning up against the foundation of Claire's house with the blankets blocking the wind. It made me think of the mist coming in off of the ocean in Bar Harbor, too. Of course, it was practically sunny when I left the house and I was wearing my maroon hooded zippy instead of my big brown winter coat when the fog rolled through. That was a good day for vente cafe mocha. I should try the caramel macchiato next time.
