I am busy waiting on other people’s information (OPI if you will) until I can really get anything done here. Just the other day, I was writing down something and said “just bring it to work,” and it just struck me as so ridiculous that a verb has become a noun that is now a place. No wonder everyone hates their jobs—everything is “work”! Who wants to do that? Obviously, not me.
I shouldn’t complain—that has been my silent resolution for the year, Optimal Thinking. I know, it sounds a little L. Ron, but it’s kind of been doing the trick. For instance, last week, I had a couple of social obligations—neither “work” related and I was stressing out about having to go. Then, I decided the following: You know, dressing up, schmoozing, etc. In the end, I got there, had a glass of wine and had an opportunity to talk to both semi big-wigs and assorted eccentrics. The evening ended with driving home a completely drunk photographer who, coincidentally, grew up in Detroit. One weird part of the evening was running into this twilight of middle-age Turkish artist who I’d met earlier in the summer at a friend’s party, and when he saw me this time, with DG, he said “Oh! He really exists! I thought you were joking.” Now, the guy is a total close talker and touchy-feely, so I’ve come to expect weirdness from him, but to basically tell me he thought I was lying? Weird. And, creepy. The other party just involved margaritas and so-so Mexican food, so no need to really dig into that one.
In other weird and creepy “real time” news—someone keeps trying to send a fax to my phone! So annoying! Not only have they “faxed” about 10 times in the last hour, but I now have voicemail with a fax beeping sound. I’m starting to feel like Gene Hackman in “The Conversation.” Argh.
However, “work” and its “woes” does not even begin to touch on what my poor DG has been dealing with this week—we were getting free DSL, which provides us with free unlimited internet excitement and (most importantly) BBC Radio and football matches. Sadly, we were cut-off yesterday and DG has had to go cold turkey—no internet, no Virtual England, nada. So he’s been stuck at home with only dial-up (gasp!), and he tried to go to our local coffee shop, Wired, but, ironically, could not get online. To add insult to injury, being the ever-optimist, he tried to fix his bike, made it a block and the wheel fell off. I guess I would take “work” over no internet and transportation any day. We went to Target last night and with the last of our gift vouchers, managed to get a spiffy new bike, so hopefully, February will be a month of improvements.
Watched “Constant Gardner” and “Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room” this week. CG was pretty annoying—I cannot fathom how Rachel Weisz won a Golden Globe for a performance that mostly had to do with looking sultry and making very 19th century acting British characters pant like dogs. I mean, the premise—pharmaceutical companies testing drugs on HIV-infected people, was interesting, as was Ralph Fiennes performance, but overall the dialogue made me want to run screaming from the room. However, the “Enron” documentary was fantastic. In fact, I think that all of my pre-conceived notions of understanding the stock market have been a detriment—apparently, most trading is like playing poker. I mean, how do you “trade” energy? What’s really sad is that you could have just given these guys a bunch of money to bluff each other out with and then, at least, no other people would have had to go down with them. Also, the insane CEO speeches—literally, as in “what the heck is he talking about?” rival self-help gurus and preachers. Go. Watch it now!
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