Morning From Hell

So its been a bit since I’ve wrote, but this morning was so annoying and perfectly related to my situation as a commuter that I felt I must share.

To start, today is the “Woo the Yankees Won the World Series” parade downtown.  Thank god I don’t work downtown.  However, I did get to share my morning commute with packs of drunk yankees fans running around the train.  At my transfer at Jamaica all of the cars were packed, and I finally managed to squeeze in to the last car with my commuting buddy, surrounded by a gaggle of wasted 17 year old girls drinking out of 711 Big Gulp Cups.

This was really pointless because I could see all of the alcohol sitting on the floor of the train in brown paper bags, and their male friends were doing shots out of I <3 NY shot glasses right next to them.  THEN one of them decided it was obviously mimosa time, so she decided to open a bottle of champagne on a CROWDED train.

She was about 3 feet behind me, and I turned my back just in case she couldn’t aim up.  Turns out, she couldn’t as a cork whizzed past my head and plunked against the window of the train.  I’m so happy the are made of plastic and not fragile glass.

But really?  I understand wanting to get drunk and march around… But at 8:50am surrounded by miserable commuters who just want to drink their coffee and chat quietly?  Rambunctious cheering and debacharous revelry really aren’t appreciated by that group.  God, just writing these things makes me feel really old.  That and the fact I was hoping to see someone hauled away in Penn Station for a combination of drinking in public/public intoxication/drinking underage/being a loud drunk Long Island Guido…

So to top it all off, after about 20 minutes shouldering my way through drunk people staring at subway maps and cheering “Go Yankees” I finally got to my office, sat down, and was about to have a sip of coffee when what do I hear but MORE shouting from outside my window.  Perplexed, I decided to have a mis cig downstairs to see what the hell was going on.  Turns out that the Construction Union is pissed off about something because they are parked across the street from my office with the most ridiculous blow up animals representing I guess… being a rat, and rampant greedy capitalist pigs.

Here they are for your enjoyment. I’m going to go turn up my music until I can’t hear them chanting any more.  Fucking Unions.

Union Rat?

Obviously Capitalist Pig… Smoking a cigar, in a bowler hat and with money signs for eyes… Oh it feels like 1910 again.

~*Country Mouse*~

Country Mouse Takes a Trip

This weekend I took a trip up to my alma mater.  For the last four years I attended a Women’s-only, liberal arts college in the middle of massachussets.  Full of lesbians, hippies, hipsters, really really smart intensely involved people… the usual mix.

So I schlepped there through the rain on Thursday, and back again through equally cold, yucky precipitation today.  Although I love[d] my college to pieces, and totally miss being a college student, I really am happy in alot of ways that I am done and living in a big city.

Reasons Why:

1.  Its really nice to be able to walk around in a group of strangers, versus knowing everyone you passes entire personal business all the time.

2.  Its great to be making money for the work you do all day, although its very different from taking classes.

3.  I really do think that too many girls in one place, most who are fucking each other, makes for a very intense, stressful, and kind of catty atmosphere.

But anyway, I had a great time, got really drunk on yummier beer than I could ever afford while in college, and fell into my usual hijinks.

So… Here are a few reasons (in picture form) of why I really miss my wonderful college.

Belgian Waffle Makers at Brunch

Rugby

Beautiful Autumns

So now I’m home, and its back to the city for work tomorrow, although I get to go to Hartford for my first ever business trip on Tuesday.  Woot for the Amtrak!

Signing Out,

~*Country Mouse*~

Twitter is so fucking stupid

-Border Mouse

Cooking mama

Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane.  I’m always supposed to be doing this or that and to tell you the truth I don’t give a shit about most of it.  And nobody can seem to understand my attitude of indifference.  I know I am the one who is out of sync but I don’t understand why people feel the need to try to change me instead of just accepting that I am out of sync.

I hate it when people call me loud or make fun of the amount of energy I put into things.  That’s the way I am and it’s the way I have always been.

Meeting new people is fun but it can be exhausting to find a good conversation when you don’t connect with 90% of the people you meet.

I am passionate about very few things and these are the kind of things that put puzzled expressions on people’s faces.

My emotions are so overwhelming that most people can’t handle them.  I’m pretty sure my therapist can’t even handle them.

I miss my job.

-Border Mouse

Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane.  I’m always supposed to be doing this or that and to tell you the truth I don’t give a shit about most of it.  And nobody can seem to understand my attitude of indifference.  I know I am the one who is out of sync but I don’t understand why people feel the need to try to change me instead of just accepting that I am out of sync.

I hate it when people call me loud or make fun of the amount of energy I put into things.  That’s the way I am and it’s the way I have always been.

Meeting new people is fun but it can be exhausting to find a good conversation when you don’t connect with 90% of the people you meet.

I am passionate about very few things and these are the kind of things that put puzzled expressions on people’s faces.

My emotions are so overwhelming that most people can’t handle them.  I’m pretty sure my therapist can’t even handle them.

I miss my job.

-Border MouseSometimes I feel like I’m going insane.  I’m always supposed to be doing this or that and to tell you the truth I don’t give a shit about most of it.  And nobody can seem to understand my attitude of indifference.  I know I am the one who is out of sync but I don’t understand why people feel the need to try to change me instead of just accepting that I am out of sync.

I hate it when people call me loud or make fun of the amount of energy I put into things.  That’s the way I am and it’s the way I have always been.

Meeting new people is fun but it can be exhausting to find a good conversation when you don’t connect with 90% of the people you meet.

I am passionate about very few things and these are the kind of things that put puzzled expressions on people’s faces.

My emotions are so overwhelming that most people can’t handle them.  I’m pretty sure my therapist can’t even handle them.

I miss my job.

-Border MouseSometimes I feel like I’m going insane.  I’m always supposed to be doing this or that and to tell you the truth I don’t give a shit about most of it.  And nobody can seem to understand my attitude of indifference.  I know I am the one who is out of sync but I don’t understand why people feel the need to try to change me instead of just accepting that I am out of sync.

I hate it when people call me loud or make fun of the amount of energy I put into things.  That’s the way I am and it’s the way I have always been.

Meeting new people is fun but it can be exhausting to find a good conversation when you don’t connect with 90% of the people you meet.

I am passionate about very few things and these are the kind of things that put puzzled expressions on people’s faces.

My emotions are so overwhelming that most people can’t handle them.  I’m pretty sure my therapist can’t even handle them.

I miss my job.

-Border Mouse

New Job

Just got a job doing some marketing for a really cute little bakery in the upper west side.  Will be starting in two weeks.  I am very excited to help write newsletters about cookies, at least see people my own age for 5 minutes a day, and have them kind of be my coworkers, and of course to be around lots of cookies.

I know this sounds really bad, but I’m actually not a huge dessert fan, especially when it comes to thinks like lots and lots of chocolate.  I guess I’ll just have to find people willing to eat the cookies I bring home from work.  Although i don’t know if I even will have that chance, b/c this bakery is super awesome and donates all of the left over cookies and bread and stuff to charities at the end of the night.  One day I want to have my own business and have it do something really nice like that too.  And I definately want to donate money towards kittens.  <3

~*Country Mouse*~

Negative vs. Positive

I have come to the realization that all of the people in my life exhibit one or more of the following in their attitude towards me:

- Incessant complaining

- Jealousy (I have decided that this is among the most evil of human emotions, evil defined in the context of our society)

- Competitiveness toward topics or activities that are trivial

- Closed-mindedness towards my life and my decisions

- Inability to compromise

- Gossiping

- Selfishness

- Lying or being untruthful about pointless things

- Inability to be the better person or to think about the greater good

The list goes on but the point is clear.  It’s not a mystery to me that I am so protective of my emotions; how could I not be in the face of all of this negativity?  It’s such a drain on my life to feel like I’m constantly deflecting all of these obscene and disgusting emotions.  Sometimes I feel like I’m covered in slime.  I am too worn out to even enjoy my own happiness; I feel like it’s constantly being ripped to shreds like Cinderella’s fucking dress.  I feel like I have such an extreme amount of natural positivity: under fire.  Everything is capable of being whittled down until it is nothing but an average, bland block of wood; my happiness is no exception.

I don’t feel emotionally protected around anyone except a few of my coworkers: for that I am extremely grateful.  I bend over backwards for these people at work because, for once, I feel that they have nothing but good intentions towards me and, for once, that they are looking out for me.  And I mean really looking out for me: not just when it’s convenient for them or when they happen to have free time.  There are no negative emotions and it is the most refreshing feeling I have had in a long time.  This loyalty / dedication is something I have been wanting to give everyone else in my life, but they have proven to me time and time again that they don’t deserve it.

- Border Mouse

Full Week

The past week and a half has officially been the most-full weeks I’ve had since last summer when I worked 9-5, probably…and it feels weird yet satisfying at the same time.  By “full” I mean every weekday from 9-5 (on average) I’m doing something, whether it be work or school.  And what I’ve come to realize…is that getting up and going to work is a lot easier than getting up to go to class.  Take today, for instance:

I couldn’t motivate myself to go to my 10am class because I don’t see a point in going, other than the obvious reason that obtaining its credit will allow me to graduate.  It’s a freshman class that I didn’t really have to take…and then it came back to bite me in the ass this semester because, apparently, it merged with Humanities 101.  I had no prior knowledge of this; had I, I would’ve probably taken something else, because learning how to write in MLA format is something I really don’t need to be doing.  Like, seriously? I’m almost out of college…and I’ve written several 10-page MLA format papers in Italian, and English.  Give me a freakin’ break,  CUNY!!

So, I couldn’t bring myself to go to class today…but I merrily skipped out the door when I was ready to go to work.  Today, I got to make flyers in photoshop on my own, ship wine, and copy 100 promotional CD’s, all of which is incredibly mindless…maybe it’s just me, but I enjoy mindless work so much.  My “Recreation Specialist” position with the town was a good precursor to that.

But it’s not all what I do which is why I love my job…it’s the people.  Today around 4:30 everyone was collectively feeling burnt out, and the bosses had all left for the day, so the 4 of us that were left in the office all decided to crack open a sample bottle, drink a glass of wine, and chat for 40 minutes.  On an astrological side-note, it just so happened that the 4 of us that were there were a Capricorn, a Libra, a Pisces, and  Leo.  The Leo was kinda off doing his own stuff while drinking his glass of wine, but the rest of us were all sitting on couches chatting.  To tell the truth it was all the Libra’s idea and the two of us immediately followed;  the Leo was a little reserved about taking this type of free time.  I love cardinal signs for being such trend-setters.   Also whenever the phone rang, the Libra would just yell for the Leo to pick up the phone and we’d continue chatting.  LMAO

So, I’ll say it again, as I’m sure I’ll say it a million more times:  I love working for Italians.  I honestly feel really bad for people who work in offices that are cut-throat and competitive where people’s ideas of trying to not be as mis as they are is to just simply get out of the building for a while…because cracking open some wine is definitely the right way to do it.

- City Mouse -

Country Mouse’s Site of the Day and more…

In what I hope to continue doing over the future of this blog, I have begun making some “… of the day posts”.  Really this is just what tickles my fancy over the course of either walking around the city, or browsing around the internet during the day. 

Look for this approval stamp for my ratings!

Site/Video of the Day:

Sexy Bachelor Pad.com

Bachelor Pad Makeover Video

This video from Daily Candy.com, a daily newsletter for “girls” in New York City is amazing.  Although most of the things in daily candy don’t appeal to me, I will give them a shout out since they led me to Macy’s for some free Lacoste goodies, leading to me winning a wii.  Today they feature a company that actually makes over “bachelor’s” apartments into places that women will want to “nest” in.  Hilarious.   I must admit, I do like some of the apartments though, I suppose I am a “bachelor” of a type, but not in the gross dirty laundry, not using my kitchen boy way.  Oy.

Song/Band of the Day

My favorite thing about all the Bootie mashups I’ve listened to lately is learning about new bands via some of the strange ones that get mixed in.

My choice of the days is a British electro-pop band called La Roux.  I am currently obsessed with their song Bulletproof.  The music video for this song is also absolutely ridiculous and the lead singer (0nly singer?) is really hot.  Check them out!

Now, time for the gay or European game…. Thoughts?

~*Suburban Mouse*~

Psychic Irony

Over the last few days I have experienced a few cases of what I like to call “psychic irony”.  Without trying to explain it in full, I’ll just give two examples.

Yesterday: I was sitting in my car, about to get out to go into a store and was thinking to myself how much I wanted to hear that Taylor Swift Song that goes “…but she wears high heels, I wear sneakers, she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers…”.  As I put my hand to the ignition to switch off the car, guess what song comes on but that one.

Today: I decided to wear my Doc Martens to work this morning hypothesizing that I really didn’t have to walk anywhere far today and wouldn’t be miserable because they are really heavy shoes to go walking around in.  When I arrived to my office I look up and see a sign that says elevator out of service.

Al I can really say on both counts, and the fact that things like this happen to me all the time is, FML.  I always seem to coincidentally predict something is going to happen by either wearing the wrong thing, being in the wrong place, or at the wrong  time.  Hence my psychic irony.

Also…

Here are a few cute pictures taken via the phone-cam this weekend.

The best fur advertisement ever.

Preteens on 34th in completely innapropriate clothing for the chilly weather.

Really fucking cute kitty bag.