Having gotten a manicure (OPI Barefoot in Barcelona) and a pedicure (Chanel Dragon) this past weekend, I no longer have the hands and feet of a feral creature.
I am an interviewing machine. I’ve been on three? four? job interviews in the last three weeks, and I have two more this week. Most were good. Yes, even the one where I did not get an offer after. Stop looking at me like I’m crazy.
I posted a link to a U of C blog post about Modo, the “Chapel Cat” at Rockefeller Chapel, on Gapers Block today.
I finished a temporary babysitting gig last Thursday. There will be a post about that (when have you read that before on this blog?), where I will discuss:
- tiny plastic cars
- my inability to get work done during naptime
- how I was able to learn some German (which I then promptly forgot) by watching “Micky Maus Wunderhaus”
- how I finally got to eat at Longman & Eagle and OMG it was so good.
- how fast toddlers are when they are running away from you
I’m not sure why I can’t find most of my fancy nail polish. Have I been the victim of a crime but not realized it until now because my apartment is just that untidy? Or am I really that disorganized? Also, I can’t find this cute short coat I bought at Old Navy last fall and now I’m worried I accidentally donated it to the Brown Elephant. Sigh.
My 35th birthday is coming up at the end of the month. My dream of having a fabulous party based on the Stephen Sondheim musical Company has died a sad death in my head, what with being jobless and a spinster and all. But then that musical was kind of sad anyway. Therefore, perfect for moi.
Can you have a theme birthday party on a budget (read: $0)? Could you organize a flash mob where people converge at the Bean in Millennium Park (because that’s where all seemingly random occurrences in Chicago seem to take place) in cocktail wear and burst into “Another Hundred People” while I dance around in a short dress before collapsing in a single, sobbing mess in the middle of Michigan Avenue?
Oh fuck it. I don’t have time to be sad. I have to hustle to make extra money to pay for the health insurance I can kind of afford (vision and dental only), do some writing already, get hired, and maybe save up some money so should I ever find myself unemployed in the future (heaven forbid), I can just fuck off to Australia where their flash mobs look awesome and exactly the sort of thing for a sad sack like me.