Every so often the perfect job comes along. You’re never expecting it (especially not in this economy) and then, wham!, you do your daily perusal of the job posts and THERE IT IS. It’s kismet. It’s beautiful.
Today, YUD experienced this rare moment of synchronicity in the job search cosmos. And here, my friends, is the job, compliments of Mediabistro and 12-steppers everywhere:
photo credit: H is for Home
This morning I thought it was Tuesday until about 10 am, when I looked at myself in the mirror after putting on a cardigan I’d worn on Monday and said to myself, “Wait a minute!” Yep, it’s halfway through the week, on the verge of WINTER HAVOC (downed power lines, heavy snow, high winds—o’ my!), and I for one am rather happy it’s hump day. And aside from a bit too much chicken in my bibimbap, rather happy in general.
I spoke to my mom on the phone yesterday (she’s been moved out of ICU and into a regular room at the hospital), and she sounded very much herself, except for a still-raspy voice due to her breathing tube being in all last week. Which is great, nay, fantastic news. Thanks again to everyone who put good vibes in the air or said a prayer or did whatever things you do to try to make things right in the world.
photo credit: Express Monorail
Doesn’t this job opp sound fun? And by fun, I mean solid justification for a drinking problem and fodder for that debut novel that becomes a movie that stars Scarlett Johansson?
Please, somebody apply, because I’m dying to know what multiple roles this woman plays (not that I don’t think she’s incredibly nice and, yes, very busy) and why she needs a photo of her applicants. Ugliness test?
Thanks everyone for your concern, checking-in emails, and kind words. My mom is doing much better! We were very pleased to have her wake up on Thursday (albeit with the mouth of a sailor and a bald head, but I’ll take a salty mom over a diprivan-coma-induced mom any day, and the hair will grow back). We think she’ll be discharged to a rehab facility today pending another good MRI. Keep your positive thoughts coming—they are much appreciated.
I’m now back in NYC resuming all normal scheduled behaviors and activities (as much as “normal” applies to my life, that is) and will be back posting my usual hilarious banter as early as tomorrow, if all goes well. For now, I’m trying to catch up on a number of emails and other workaday things, like, for instance, lunch. Lunch is good.
So it’s been a while—four days—since I last rewarded you hungry readers with a post. I apologize. I have been remiss. Well, I would be remiss except I think I am excused because I’ve had a personal/family thing going on that has been taking much of my focus away from (I’m sorry) you and, to be honest, work in general.
It’s weird to unload such things in a relatively public forum, but I’ll tell you anyway: Last Thursday I found out that my very active, healthy, irrepressible mom had been taken to the ER in the middle of the night by my dad. It turned out that she had bleeding in her brain. Nobody likes to hear those words together.
She went into surgery later that afternoon and had two hematomas removed, one from each side of her brain. We think they may have been from a bike accident sustained in New Zealand around Thanksgiving. Since the surgery, she’s been in the ICU convalescing (they’re keeping her asleep to avoid harm/jarring/whatever else might happen). My dad was recently allowed to hold her hand.
Fascinating news from the New York Post today: More than two-thirds of city residents hear their neighbors having sex!
Most intriguing to me is that I’ve actually never heard my neighbor—who shrieks at weird times in the middle of the night in seeming temper tantrums, throws things at walls, and blows her nose quite loudly, along with other annoying acoustical habits (just today she was blasting The Office theme song at 9 in the morning)—in any sort of passionate throes.
I’m back at home (working from home, that is) after 2 weeks (12 days to be exact!) of in-office doings, and it’s nice, Iron-and-Wine soundtracked, cozy and warm with caffeine at the ready—just as Snow-pac-looza-lypse emerges in all of its glory. In Old Man Winter’s honor I shall present this video, which dear friend S. sent me.
For you amateur documentarians and weather aficionados, here is an actual picture of my “backyard” (i.e., the view from my 2nd floor apartment’s southern-most window).
I am admittedly not a big football person. My last Superbowl may, in fact, have actually involved recording that infamous and truly terrible shuffle on the fam’s new VHS recorder and then watching it over and over to the discontent of the aforementioned fam, except little bro, who may or may not have helped choreograph some alternative dance numbers for a special living room performance.
However, maybe it’s all the boxing classes and an ensuing and rather newfound admiration for things athletical—especially things involving jumping around and catching high-velocity objects and headspins and major agility and speed and grace and violence—but I was pretty impressed with those players last night. And quite excited that the Saints won (maybe it’s a Southern thing, or maybe I just love gold pants). But anyways: ___ ___! (I can’t bring myself to actually type it as it goes against my deepest copy instincts, but ya’all know what I’m saying.)
Today I am not-so-inexplicably happy. For one, it’s finally Friday (has this week been longer than most?), and a far-flung friend has returned to the welcoming arms of New York City. Which means much wine was lapped last evening, both red and white varieties, both delicious—and yet, my head feels pretty much okay. I love it when that happens.
Also: beet risotto! Shockingly red, shockingly delicious. And La Tur. OMG.
People (one person to be exact) said yesterday’s post was rather pensive, and it was. I’ve been in a stew about something, most obviously.
But I’m better now! Which reminds me, and all of us, I hope, that sometimes a day makes all the difference. And also, you don’t have to decide anything all at once, you know?
